tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-53302145403446178262012-01-10T17:53:01.188ZVhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12360056730495424862noreply@blogger.comBlogger1011100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5330214540344617826.post-68910653533844297872010-01-03T23:43:00.003Z2010-01-04T00:24:20.643ZEste <i>ciber-recanto </i>foi criado com a ideia de durar apenas 365 dias... era só para experimentar! No entanto os meses foram passando e apercebi-me que, hoje, conta já com dois anos e dois dias... e foi esta duração que permitiu que passasse pelas fases mais características de qualquer blogue:<div><br /></div><div>1. A indecisão na escolha do <i>template</i>... porque nenhum é suficiente bonito para ser uma segunda casa!</div><div>2. Os <i>posts</i> sucessivos por ser novidade!</div><div>3. Os <i>posts</i> deprimentes...</div><div>4. Os posts que já se resumem a videos e fotos que nem sequer são da nossa autoria, porque são os mais rápidos de "escrever".</div><div>5. A fase moribunda em que nada surge...</div><div>6. E por fim uma mudança para novos ares!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>E assim, podem continuar a encontrar-me aqui:</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"><a href="http://mau-genio.com">www.mau-genio.com</a></span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"><b><br /></b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Até já!</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5330214540344617826-6891065353384429787?l=mau-genio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12360056730495424862noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5330214540344617826.post-41451255260724206482010-01-01T21:06:00.001Z2010-01-01T21:08:31.456Z<object width="560" height="340"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lLVCAkLhqsI&amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;fs=1&amp;"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lLVCAkLhqsI&amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5330214540344617826-4145125526072420648?l=mau-genio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12360056730495424862noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5330214540344617826.post-31709644914000555282009-12-30T16:07:00.003Z2009-12-30T16:13:04.888Z<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PgQpsSeRHiI/Szt76XaaDiI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/AeNeNcY5Uns/s1600-h/product-white-hero.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 125px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PgQpsSeRHiI/Szt76XaaDiI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/AeNeNcY5Uns/s400/product-white-hero.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421062819117927970" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5330214540344617826-3170964491400055528?l=mau-genio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12360056730495424862noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5330214540344617826.post-43957171219952848412009-11-25T15:11:00.001Z2009-11-25T15:12:47.685Z<div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">"Mais vale um pássaro na mão do que dois a voar"</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5330214540344617826-4395717121995284841?l=mau-genio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12360056730495424862noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5330214540344617826.post-31579055268729931102009-07-22T16:08:00.002+01:002009-07-22T16:33:47.821+01:00<p align="center"><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rCE1MeUZgNk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rCE1MeUZgNk&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object></p><p align="center">The Killers - Human</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5330214540344617826-3157905526872993110?l=mau-genio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12360056730495424862noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5330214540344617826.post-63476054138799848332009-05-20T16:58:00.001+01:002009-05-20T17:00:38.906+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PgQpsSeRHiI/ShQo_SQprPI/AAAAAAAAAZE/Xph9_4NPb28/s1600-h/DSCN1086.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PgQpsSeRHiI/ShQo_SQprPI/AAAAAAAAAZE/Xph9_4NPb28/s400/DSCN1086.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337936526039428338" border="0" /></a><br /> <div style="text-align: center;">Há anos que não tinha um...<br /><br />:D<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5330214540344617826-6347605413879984833?l=mau-genio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12360056730495424862noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5330214540344617826.post-36878174902906936092009-04-28T15:15:00.000+01:002009-04-28T15:17:29.106+01:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PgQpsSeRHiI/SfcP780QFCI/AAAAAAAAAY8/G1voUP0w-kQ/s1600-h/Figura1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329746206628254754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PgQpsSeRHiI/SfcP780QFCI/AAAAAAAAAY8/G1voUP0w-kQ/s400/Figura1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5330214540344617826-3687817490290693609?l=mau-genio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12360056730495424862noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5330214540344617826.post-22538702273114635232009-04-25T02:27:00.001+01:002009-04-25T02:29:17.728+01:00<div style="text-align: center;"><br /><br /><br />O que vale é que os meus carros apresentam semelhanças com tanques de guerra!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5330214540344617826-2253870227311463523?l=mau-genio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12360056730495424862noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5330214540344617826.post-70260313804391449772009-03-19T11:53:00.002Z2009-03-19T12:06:53.991ZFácil, muito fácil:<br /><br />1.Ter discussões que não levam a lado nenhum e não valem a pena, logo pela manhã<br />2. Visitar a avó na UCI e conhecer um enfemeiro igual ao Benicio del Toro (na voz e tudo!)<br />3. Comer sushi em quantidades pouco recomendáveis ao jantar<br />4. Comprar 4 pares de Birkenstock<br /><br />Nos pontos 3 e 4 começo a notar um padrão e é assustador... :D<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5330214540344617826-7026031380439144977?l=mau-genio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12360056730495424862noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5330214540344617826.post-19080379897898501832009-03-17T10:14:00.001Z2009-03-17T10:16:56.653Z<div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;">É tudo uma questão de equilíbrio!</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5330214540344617826-1908037989789850183?l=mau-genio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12360056730495424862noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5330214540344617826.post-55415814305271341002009-03-13T11:58:00.001Z2009-03-13T12:00:17.150Z<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PgQpsSeRHiI/SbpKxIr46MI/AAAAAAAAAY0/0s8EXWN-VBE/s1600-h/DSCN1061.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312640918442535106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PgQpsSeRHiI/SbpKxIr46MI/AAAAAAAAAY0/0s8EXWN-VBE/s400/DSCN1061.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5330214540344617826-5541581430527134100?l=mau-genio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12360056730495424862noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5330214540344617826.post-75259208054220922852009-03-07T21:07:00.003Z2009-03-07T21:22:49.686Z<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PgQpsSeRHiI/SbLlcjC8mqI/AAAAAAAAAYs/RNHsWDRI978/s1600-h/DSCN1039.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310559189229935266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 288px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PgQpsSeRHiI/SbLlcjC8mqI/AAAAAAAAAYs/RNHsWDRI978/s400/DSCN1039.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><div></div><div>Já agora um agradecimento antecipado pelo outro bilhete que por aí anda... sem seguro!! :P<br /></div><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5330214540344617826-7525920805422092285?l=mau-genio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12360056730495424862noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5330214540344617826.post-14108438087856080212009-03-06T15:32:00.002Z2009-03-06T15:34:25.646Z<div align="right"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PgQpsSeRHiI/SbFCXb1s1vI/AAAAAAAAAYc/scL_Drz9_MU/s1600-h/DSCN1014.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310098406023943922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PgQpsSeRHiI/SbFCXb1s1vI/AAAAAAAAAYc/scL_Drz9_MU/s400/DSCN1014.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div><div align="right"><span style="color:#6600cc;"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">quero mais!!!</span></strong><br /></span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5330214540344617826-1410843808785608021?l=mau-genio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12360056730495424862noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5330214540344617826.post-78402426622551741412009-02-26T20:30:00.004Z2009-03-07T19:56:38.059Z<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PgQpsSeRHiI/SacONJLEyCI/AAAAAAAAAYM/-9Ocg831oF4/s1600-h/Final_polaroid_carnval.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307226304842876962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PgQpsSeRHiI/SacONJLEyCI/AAAAAAAAAYM/-9Ocg831oF4/s400/Final_polaroid_carnval.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5330214540344617826-7840242662255174141?l=mau-genio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12360056730495424862noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5330214540344617826.post-10362629913164930222009-02-09T16:41:00.005Z2009-02-09T17:02:06.287Z<div align="right"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PgQpsSeRHiI/SZBecjtKv_I/AAAAAAAAAX8/ZGsnsgV1_NY/s1600-h/2220333.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300840606129111026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 282px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 350px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PgQpsSeRHiI/SZBecjtKv_I/AAAAAAAAAX8/ZGsnsgV1_NY/s400/2220333.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div align="right"></div><div align="right">Porque quero retribuir</div><div align="right">Porque hoje faz todo o <strong><span style="font-size:130%;">sentido</span></strong></div><div align="right">Porque é em <strong><span style="font-size:130%;">ti </span></strong>que estou a pensar</div><div align="right">Porque foi assim que <span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>entendi</strong></span> muitas coisas</div><br /><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">Vens comigo?</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5330214540344617826-1036262991316493022?l=mau-genio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12360056730495424862noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5330214540344617826.post-66445778728626267972009-02-07T04:21:00.001Z2009-02-07T04:23:16.534Z<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PgQpsSeRHiI/SY0MfQqCxTI/AAAAAAAAAX0/wsBD_330iz4/s1600-h/tmpphp6fciphyo9.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299906067671729458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 352px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 354px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PgQpsSeRHiI/SY0MfQqCxTI/AAAAAAAAAX0/wsBD_330iz4/s400/tmpphp6fciphyo9.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#006600;">Hoje estou triste...</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5330214540344617826-6644577872862626797?l=mau-genio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12360056730495424862noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5330214540344617826.post-9778053151517908892009-02-04T23:52:00.003Z2009-02-04T23:54:36.167Z<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PgQpsSeRHiI/SYoqeY2NmXI/AAAAAAAAAXs/kfnJBBSIr-s/s1600-h/vicky_cristina_barcelona1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299094613109086578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 277px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PgQpsSeRHiI/SYoqeY2NmXI/AAAAAAAAAXs/kfnJBBSIr-s/s400/vicky_cristina_barcelona1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#6666cc;"><strong>Recomenda-se!<br /></strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5330214540344617826-977805315151790889?l=mau-genio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12360056730495424862noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5330214540344617826.post-48330646189372790532009-02-03T19:44:00.004Z2009-02-03T23:08:42.297Z<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PgQpsSeRHiI/SYileCfb7cI/AAAAAAAAAXk/MZxboEuj8pM/s1600-h/AsusMotherboard939.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298666897084771778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PgQpsSeRHiI/SYileCfb7cI/AAAAAAAAAXk/MZxboEuj8pM/s400/AsusMotherboard939.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="justify">Pois é, a falta de luz pode ser mesmo um grande problema para um velho computador...tanto pode ser que foi mesmo! Deu direito a noite mal dormida e tudo...</div><br /><div align="justify"></div><br /><div align="justify">Agora que tenho o problema resolvido orgulho-me de dizer que ainda não foi esta a primeira vez que me dirigi a uma loja da especialidade e paguei uma fortuna pela solução! Portanto um grande agradecimento a quem se prestou a auxilar-me.</div><br /><div align="justify"></div><br /><div align="justify">Passando ao problema em si... aprendi hoje que existe um pequeno objecto de nome <em>bateria do relógio do processador</em>, isto é, "pilha de relógio mas em grande", pode causar <em>loops</em> infinitos e fazer com que apareçam erros vários no <em>event log</em>! Contúdo pela módica quantia de 3€ facilmente se consegue resolver o problema de forma autónoma, substituindo a dita bateria que está ali mesmo a vista na <em>motherboard</em>... depois é só ir à <em>bios</em> e voltar a acertar a data e a hora e <em>voilá</em> voltamos a ter <em>máquina</em>.</div><br /><div align="justify"></div><br /><div align="justify">Hoje posso dizer que aprendi "cenas" e gostei!</div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5330214540344617826-4833064618937279053?l=mau-genio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12360056730495424862noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5330214540344617826.post-38601743349901061832009-02-02T17:26:00.006Z2009-02-02T20:38:11.891Z<div align="justify"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PgQpsSeRHiI/SYctHQAWiiI/AAAAAAAAAXc/XWyrBLd1wxw/s1600-h/tabela.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298253089203456546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PgQpsSeRHiI/SYctHQAWiiI/AAAAAAAAAXc/XWyrBLd1wxw/s400/tabela.jpg" border="0" /></a> Estou neste momento motivada a mandar a minha primeira cabeçada na parede à conta desta m****!</div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">Em alternativa posso ingerir uma quantidade considerável de quazilofope-P-etilo ou lambda-cialotrina... também me parece bem!<br /></div><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5330214540344617826-3860174334990106183?l=mau-genio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12360056730495424862noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5330214540344617826.post-31799322025190122132009-02-01T12:26:00.004Z2009-02-01T18:30:02.035Z<div align="justify">Afinal é mesmo muito engraçado como com um pequeno gesto conseguimos encurtar algumas distâncias!</div><p align="justify">Sejam consecutivos telefonemas daquele concerto ao qual não pude comparecer por ser muito longe <span style="font-size:78%;">(mas "um dia faço 300 km para estar contigo")</span>, ou uma ou outra sms a dizer "sabes como funciona a net no starbucks?" ou "não vais acreditar, comprei uns sapatos de salto".</p><p align="justify">Mas anteontem, anteontem, meus amigos, tive direito 26 espirituosos minutos de conversa-parva-que-não-interessa-a-niguém-com-ruídos-esquisitos-e-quebras-pelo-meio. O tema que motivou tal evento não vem muito a propósito, mas importa referir que passamos por temas tão interessantes como <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8ZOntWLgHk8&amp;feature=related">este</a> e <a href="http://ww1.rtp.pt/wportal/sites/tv/festival_cancao09/">este</a>, que alimentaram a risota entre os intervenientes, tal como se estivessemos numa mesa do Sr. Luís.</p><div align="justify">E olhem, foi giro, muito giro!!</div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">I wonder... será que vamos conseguir outra façanha destas mas incluindo as Arábias? Isso é que era...</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5330214540344617826-3179932202519012213?l=mau-genio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12360056730495424862noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5330214540344617826.post-42403104755348201082009-01-29T22:16:00.003Z2009-02-01T18:32:02.906Z<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PgQpsSeRHiI/SYIs8koGtDI/AAAAAAAAAW4/6-8VlAj4-P8/s1600-h/biblio.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296845530876785714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PgQpsSeRHiI/SYIs8koGtDI/AAAAAAAAAW4/6-8VlAj4-P8/s400/biblio.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#6600cc;">Uma pessoa até fica tonta de tanto aprender!</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5330214540344617826-4240310475534820108?l=mau-genio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12360056730495424862noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5330214540344617826.post-70406635798575048452009-01-27T18:43:00.006Z2009-02-01T18:34:39.548Z<div align="justify"><br /></div><div align="justify"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PgQpsSeRHiI/SX9WsRMTnFI/AAAAAAAAAWo/vOoFrRlOKyU/s1600-h/artigo.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296047005340245074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PgQpsSeRHiI/SX9WsRMTnFI/AAAAAAAAAWo/vOoFrRlOKyU/s400/artigo.jpg" border="0" /></a> Desta vez sem café ou espécie dele num <a href="http://www.biblarte.gulbenkian.pt/main.asp">espaço muito silencioso</a>, mas bem simpático!</div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><br /></div><div align="justify"></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296047883243811426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PgQpsSeRHiI/SX9XfXo08mI/AAAAAAAAAWw/6xtKGDSv_TI/s400/zilian.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="justify">Com uma passagem por <a href="http://www.zilianchoose.com/">aqui</a> para poder mandar umas mensagens giras a um dos meus amigos emigrantes <span style="font-size:78%;">(à falta da visita conjunta que ficámos de fazer)</span>!</p><div align="justify">Aproveito para recomendar uma visita a quem gosta de sapatos ou tenciona vir a gostar... </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5330214540344617826-7040663579857504845?l=mau-genio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12360056730495424862noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5330214540344617826.post-26344981294888103162009-01-26T22:44:00.002Z2009-02-01T18:33:26.486Z<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PgQpsSeRHiI/SX49P4D1tQI/AAAAAAAAAWg/x3zcUNcMbtQ/s1600-h/starbucks+1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295737554790102274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PgQpsSeRHiI/SX49P4D1tQI/AAAAAAAAAWg/x3zcUNcMbtQ/s400/starbucks+1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5330214540344617826-2634498129488810316?l=mau-genio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12360056730495424862noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5330214540344617826.post-59814217708359517922009-01-25T15:12:00.002Z2009-02-01T18:35:20.207Z<p align="center"><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/76wsCjXg1DM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/76wsCjXg1DM&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object></p><p align="center"><br /><br /></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5330214540344617826-5981421770835951792?l=mau-genio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12360056730495424862noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5330214540344617826.post-56443969033429596522009-01-19T23:06:00.003Z2009-02-01T18:36:40.584ZHope there's someone<br />Who'll take care of me<br />When I die, will I go<br /><br />Hope there's someone<br />Who'll set my heart free<br />Nice to hold when I'm tired<br /><br />There's a ghost on the horizon<br />When I go to bed<br />How can I fall asleep at night<br />How will I rest my head<br /><br />Oh I'm scared of the middle place<br />Between light and nowhere<br />I don't want to be the one<br />Left in there, left in there<br /><br />There's a man on the horizon<br />Wish that I'd go to bed<br />If I fall to his feet tonight<br />Will allow rest my head<br /><br />So he's hoping I will not drown<br />Or paralyze in light<br />And godsend I don't want to go<br />To the seal's watershed<br /><br />Hope there's someone<br />Who'll take care of me<br />When I die, Will I go<br /><br />Hope there's someone<br />Who'll set my heart free<br />Nice to hold when I'm tired<br /><br /><div align="right"></div><div align="right"><strong><span style="color:#993399;">Obrigada I...</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5330214540344617826-5644396903342959652?l=mau-genio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12360056730495424862noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5330214540344617826.post-17158785659227096692009-01-16T10:36:00.004Z2009-02-01T18:38:33.105Z<p align="center"><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8dStp5hq294&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8dStp5hq294&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object></p><p align="center"><em><span style="font-size:78%;">Por una cabeza, Carlos gardel</span></em></p><p align="left"></p><p align="justify">Ontem, depois das más mas esperadas notícias, lá nos fizemos aos 250 km do costume...</p><p align="justify">Para banda sonora escolheu-se Carlos Gardel, dezenas de tangos, que me trouxeram à memória tardes e tardes na cozina da minha avó com ela a cantar e a dançar como se tivesse vinte anos!</p><p align="justify">Espero poder assistir novamente a este, no mínimo espectacular, ritual da lavagem da louça do almoço lá mais para meio do ano... Não estava na <em>to do list 2009</em>, mas passou a estar... já estou farta de saber que aqui para os meus lados de nada servem as passas e os desejos!</p><p align="justify">Na <em>to do list 2009</em> consta também um regresso às origens, Moçambique! Viagem que recomendo a toda a gente, se estiverem motivados façam o favor de ler <a href="http://soltame.blogspot.com/2009_01_01_archive.html">isto</a> que está muito próximo do que se sente por aquelas bandas... e dá ainda mais vontade!</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5330214540344617826-1715878565922709669?l=mau-genio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12360056730495424862noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5330214540344617826.post-80503730377889703602009-01-13T18:38:00.004Z2009-02-01T18:37:55.398Z<div align="justify"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PgQpsSeRHiI/SWzf3KlY2bI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/bgUq_6eHFxo/s1600-h/desigual.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290849801080461746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 298px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PgQpsSeRHiI/SWzf3KlY2bI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/bgUq_6eHFxo/s400/desigual.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />E assim foi a estreia... três vestidinhos básicos em menos de quinze minutos. Não volto lá tão cedo a não ser para aconselhamento das amigas que fazem loucuras na minha companhia!<br /><br /><div align="right"><span style="font-size:78%;">Procuram-se boas ocasiões para dar uso aos ditos...</span> </div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5330214540344617826-8050373037788970360?l=mau-genio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12360056730495424862noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5330214540344617826.post-34165679320499796142009-01-10T04:27:00.000Z2009-01-10T04:28:08.118Z<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">ui...</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5330214540344617826-3416567932049979614?l=mau-genio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12360056730495424862noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5330214540344617826.post-86833071979875898382009-01-06T22:54:00.002Z2009-01-06T22:59:09.118ZVou devagarinho<br />Vou devagarinho<br />Em busca de ti<br />Vou de olhos na lua<br />Que no céu sorri<br /><br />Levo-te uma vela<br />Levo-te uma estrela<br />P'ra ti iluminar<br />Nesta noite escura<br />P'ra poder sonhar<br /><br />Pé-ante-pé, Pé-ante-pé<br />Vou devagarinho<br />Pé-ante-pé, Pé-ante-pé<br />Sigo este caminho<br /><br />Levo-te uma pauta<br />Levo-te uma flauta<br />Para te celebrar<br />Quando o sol nascer<br />Para poderes brilhar<br /><br />Levo-te uma flor<br />E um regador<br />Para veres florir<br />Para veres crescer<br />E poder sorrir<br /><br />Pé-ante-pé, Pé-ante-pé<br />Vou neste caminho<br />Pé-ante-pé, Pé-ante-pé<br />Sigo com carinho<br />Pé-ante-pé, Pé-ante-pé<br />Vou neste caminho<br />Pé-ante-pé, Pé-ante-pé<br />Sei que vou sozinho<br /><br />Trago o peito cheio<br />De sonho e receio<br />De te procurar<br />De olhar e não ver<br />Quando te encontrar<br /><br />Dou-te o meu sorriso<br />Dou-te o meu olhar<br />Dou-te a minha mão<br />Para poderes guardar<br />O teu coração<br /><br /><br />Pé-ante-pé, Pé-ante-pé<br />Sei que vou sozinho<br />Pé-ante-pé, Pé-ante-pé<br />Vou devagarinho<br />Pé-ante-pé, Pé-ante-pé<br />Vou devagarinho<br />Pé-ante-pé, Pé-ante-pé<br />Sigo este caminho<br /><br /><em><span style="font-size:78%;">Real companhia</span></em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5330214540344617826-8683307197987589838?l=mau-genio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12360056730495424862noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5330214540344617826.post-88880650855474830322009-01-05T17:48:00.002Z2009-01-05T17:53:35.302Z<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PgQpsSeRHiI/SWJILDxWSFI/AAAAAAAAAVw/QWpU1h8dRi8/s1600-h/DSCN0743.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287868267314432082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 362px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PgQpsSeRHiI/SWJILDxWSFI/AAAAAAAAAVw/QWpU1h8dRi8/s400/DSCN0743.JPG" border="0" /></a> <strong>Boa viagem!<br /></strong><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5330214540344617826-8888065085547483032?l=mau-genio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12360056730495424862noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5330214540344617826.post-81626256315353945872009-01-04T17:59:00.002Z2009-01-04T18:05:44.683Z<div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PgQpsSeRHiI/SWD5bYWVJMI/AAAAAAAAAVo/Hh3fIFUsLtE/s1600-h/DSC_0997.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287500211320857794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PgQpsSeRHiI/SWD5bYWVJMI/AAAAAAAAAVo/Hh3fIFUsLtE/s400/DSC_0997.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"><strong>Checked!</strong></span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5330214540344617826-8162625631535394587?l=mau-genio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12360056730495424862noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5330214540344617826.post-60159080102527577952009-01-04T00:06:00.002Z2009-01-04T00:16:52.650Z<p align="center"><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ylzO9vbEpPg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ylzO9vbEpPg&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object></p><p align="center">Finalmente consegui sentar-me novamente numa sala de cinema e ainda por cima em boa companhia... que sortuda eu!</p><p align="center"> </p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5330214540344617826-6015908010252757795?l=mau-genio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12360056730495424862noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5330214540344617826.post-60483755496915800642009-01-02T16:11:00.004Z2009-01-02T16:24:18.775Z<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PgQpsSeRHiI/SV49FCqv4nI/AAAAAAAAAVg/oXBgrJwQ594/s1600-h/DSCN0715.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286730169404351090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PgQpsSeRHiI/SV49FCqv4nI/AAAAAAAAAVg/oXBgrJwQ594/s400/DSCN0715.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">... os amigos ficam!</span></strong> </div><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">(confirma <a href="http://mau-genio.blogspot.com/2008/01/sou-consumista.html">aqui</a>)</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5330214540344617826-6048375549691580064?l=mau-genio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12360056730495424862noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5330214540344617826.post-71571607445725576302008-12-26T11:43:00.002Z2008-12-26T11:44:34.847Z<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PgQpsSeRHiI/SVTDjLJbRRI/AAAAAAAAAVY/hRd5jZIA7Rc/s1600-h/dianaf.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284063271867598098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 384px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 254px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PgQpsSeRHiI/SVTDjLJbRRI/AAAAAAAAAVY/hRd5jZIA7Rc/s400/dianaf.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5330214540344617826-7157160744572557630?l=mau-genio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12360056730495424862noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5330214540344617826.post-78106489680901156582008-12-24T12:21:00.001Z2008-12-24T12:23:57.670Z<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PgQpsSeRHiI/SVIpsW-jQHI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/qSN6PPeLJpw/s1600-h/DSCN5383.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283331154917933170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PgQpsSeRHiI/SVIpsW-jQHI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/qSN6PPeLJpw/s400/DSCN5383.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5330214540344617826-7810648968090115658?l=mau-genio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12360056730495424862noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5330214540344617826.post-80935990505218049252008-12-20T15:33:00.002Z2008-12-20T15:35:05.882Z<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PgQpsSeRHiI/SU0QhurdqOI/AAAAAAAAAVI/D9SAvJjuKL4/s1600-h/DSCN4705.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281896109627517154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PgQpsSeRHiI/SU0QhurdqOI/AAAAAAAAAVI/D9SAvJjuKL4/s400/DSCN4705.JPG" border="0" /></a><strong><span style="font-size:180%;"> Parabéns!</span></strong><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5330214540344617826-8093599050521804925?l=mau-genio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12360056730495424862noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5330214540344617826.post-23779833636373141002008-12-18T12:57:00.006Z2008-12-18T13:02:26.893Z<div align="justify">“Cheiras bem” acho que é a frase que mais gosto de ouvir, qual “bom dia”, qual “gosto de ti” ou “gosti”….<br /><br />As razões são óbvias… dá logo para elaborar uma qualquer teoria, dá emoção ao momento. As coisas que me passam pela cabeça quando ouço tal frase são:<br />- Que perfume pus hoje? (para as más línguas tenho mais do que um)<br />- O cheiro a lixo do Concelho de Sintra vem afinal de mim?<br />- Estou a morrer de vergonha…<br />- Estás a falar de mim?<br />- Será que me esqueci de por desodorizante?<br />- A partir de agora vou usar sempre este perfume! (o que não é possível porque tenho mais do que um)<br />- Que comentário mais abichanado…<br /><br />Pela variedade de coisas que a pessoa pode querer transmitir gosto muito mesmo ou <em>j'adore</em>!<br /><br />Por isso mesmo e numa tentativa de ouvir mais vezes até vou oferecer uma prenda a mim!!</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5330214540344617826-2377983363637314100?l=mau-genio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12360056730495424862noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5330214540344617826.post-2403496842921127812008-12-16T22:35:00.002Z2008-12-16T22:39:00.186Z<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PgQpsSeRHiI/SUgt3pu4WbI/AAAAAAAAAVA/m3QGek1mLhE/s1600-h/DSC_4241.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280520997210446258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PgQpsSeRHiI/SUgt3pu4WbI/AAAAAAAAAVA/m3QGek1mLhE/s400/DSC_4241.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PgQpsSeRHiI/SUgtqWUCPaI/AAAAAAAAAU4/1N4UmUaTMkA/s1600-h/DSC_4241.JPG"></a><br /><br /><div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5330214540344617826-240349684292112781?l=mau-genio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12360056730495424862noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5330214540344617826.post-81165367659989745872008-12-16T18:07:00.002Z2008-12-16T21:50:45.866Z<p></p><p></p><p><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UKINWuttZXc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UKINWuttZXc&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object></p><p align="justify">Não cantou esta mas podia ter cantado... assim em troca do White Christmas cheio de hmmm hmmm hmmm, que deve ter sido o único roçar no espírito natalício este ano...</p><p align="justify">De resto foi normal excepto o raio da música que não consigo encontrar e que era muito gira!</p><p align="justify">Venham mais concertos à borla, mas com um regresso a casa mais cedo para não assistir a assaltos a restaurantes...</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5330214540344617826-8116536765998974587?l=mau-genio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12360056730495424862noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5330214540344617826.post-82469775619326412852008-12-03T17:55:00.005Z2008-12-03T18:35:06.972Z<div align="right"><span style="font-size:78%;">"It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-size:78%;">Ev'rywhere you go; </span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-size:78%;">Take a look in the five and ten, glistening once again</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-size:78%;">With candy canes and silver lanes aglow. </span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-size:78%;">It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas </span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-size:78%;">Toys in ev'ry store </span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-size:78%;">But the prettiest sight to see is the holly that will be </span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-size:78%;">On your own front door"</span></div><span style="font-size:78%;"></span><p align="justify"><br /><br />Já nem me lembrava a tortura que podia ser ir a um centro comercial nesta altura...<br /><br />Uma pessoa sai de casa e desloca-se a um sítio destes num dia de chuva e o que acontece?<br />Escolho estacionar num dos parques que não são cobertos, porque me parece óbvio que com esta chuva que não nos larga, os cobertos estão cheios... afinal há mais pessoas a pensar assim e demoro 10 minutos a estacionar num dia de samana às 3h da tarde.<br />Finalmente chego ao pé da banca da Unicef e não há nenhum dos três possíveis postais que ali fui comprar (e razão única pela qual me encontro num centro comercial)... 10 telefonemas depois consigo encomendar postais... para amnhã, na loja em Lisboa!<br />Já que está tudo a correr tão bem aproveito para comprar umas coisas para a Pena e para entrar la loja tenho que contornar um simpático casal numa grande discussão e nos preliminares de uma cena de vilência... Bem bom!<br /><br />Mais alguma coisa?<br /><br />Claro!<br /><br />Porque não dar uma volta por algumas lojas? Para ser pisada por uma bota da tropa, atropelada por um carrinho de supermercado e intimidada a não comprar aquelas luvas que tinha na mão... Ufas...<br /><br />O Natal é assim... esquisito... e vocês perguntam "ao menos aproveitaste para comprar alguma prenda?" ao que eu respondo "claro que não, isso fica para depois..." </p><p align="justify">Assim não dá mesmo para entrar no espírito...<br /><br /></p><div align="right"><span style="font-size:78%;">Depois desta tarde o que esperar do resto do dia?</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5330214540344617826-8246977561932641285?l=mau-genio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12360056730495424862noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5330214540344617826.post-58551253123487764552008-11-28T16:46:00.002Z2008-11-28T16:52:45.140Z<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PgQpsSeRHiI/STAgpPo6oJI/AAAAAAAAAUw/A1pAIv5y-wc/s1600-h/ponto+final.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273751056595722386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PgQpsSeRHiI/STAgpPo6oJI/AAAAAAAAAUw/A1pAIv5y-wc/s200/ponto+final.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5330214540344617826-5855125312348776455?l=mau-genio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12360056730495424862noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5330214540344617826.post-5748157640987793242008-11-24T23:43:00.003Z2008-11-25T17:54:09.740Z<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PgQpsSeRHiI/SSw7qXSm6tI/AAAAAAAAAUo/OjeygaYbPGI/s1600-h/DSC_7134.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272654862736616146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PgQpsSeRHiI/SSw7qXSm6tI/AAAAAAAAAUo/OjeygaYbPGI/s400/DSC_7134.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PgQpsSeRHiI/SSw7YJ7aFMI/AAAAAAAAAUg/Vh25xTy4xj4/s1600-h/DSC_7066.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272654549911999682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PgQpsSeRHiI/SSw7YJ7aFMI/AAAAAAAAAUg/Vh25xTy4xj4/s400/DSC_7066.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">Parabéns princesa!</span></strong></div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5330214540344617826-574815764098779324?l=mau-genio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12360056730495424862noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5330214540344617826.post-9746785577006035552008-11-24T19:20:00.000Z2008-11-24T19:22:27.944Z<embed src="http://rd3.videos.sapo.pt/play?file=" width="400" height="322" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5330214540344617826-974678557700603555?l=mau-genio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12360056730495424862noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5330214540344617826.post-9978535935569712522008-11-17T18:11:00.003Z2008-11-17T18:20:02.310Z<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kYY1_XEravM&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kYY1_XEravM&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />I choose to hide<br />But I look for you all the time<br />I choose to run<br />But I'm begging for you to come<br />I wanna break<br />But I know that you can take<br />I stay a while<br />To be sure that you're by my side<br />Oh, oh<br /><br />Don't look at me, just look inside<br />'Cause I can go through<br />Tell me, are you goin' tired<br />Of what I don't do<br />I wanna see, I wanna fight<br />'Cause I don't feel scared<br />Honey, if you care<br /><br />I choose to find<br />Things that you left behind<br />I choose to stare<br />But I can take you anywhere<br />I wanna stay<br />But my soul leaves you anyway<br />Can close the door<br />And love, could you give me more<br /><br />Don't look at me, just look inside<br />'Cause I can go through<br />Tell me, are you goin' tired<br />Of what I don't do<br />I wanna see, I wanna fight<br />'Cause I don't feel scared<br />Honey, if you care<br /><br />Choose love, choose love, love<br />Choose love, choose love, oh<br /><br />Don't wanna hear, I wanna fight<br />'Cause this time I won't be wrong<br />And I can waste this precious time<br />Asking where do I belong<br />So let me know your love is real<br />'Cause this time you won't control<br />Tell me please, what do you feel<br />Do I have to save your soul<br /><br />Choose love, choose love, love<br />Choose love, choose love<br />Choose love, choose love, love<br />Choose love, choose love<br />Choose love, choose love, love<br />Choose love, choose love<br />Choose love, choose love, love<br />Choose love, choose love<br />Choose love, choose love, love<br />Choose love, choose love<br />Choose love, choose love, love<br />Choose love, choose love<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5330214540344617826-997853593556971252?l=mau-genio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12360056730495424862noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5330214540344617826.post-18774874861513629212008-11-11T01:16:00.003Z2008-11-11T01:27:46.406ZNa companhia de sempre...e com este extra que nunca tinha ouvido ao vivo!<br /><br /><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ARqlA8hHOeo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ARqlA8hHOeo&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br /><div align="justify">O "silent void" soou diferente... algo do género <em>and there's someone I would rather be with something I would rather do...</em></div><div align="justify">Mas sr. David continua igual, até desconfio que tem no armário várias réplicas da mesma fatiota... há quem fizesse dele um figo, há quem lhe peça "faz-me um filho"... o costume!</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5330214540344617826-1877487486151362921?l=mau-genio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12360056730495424862noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5330214540344617826.post-38383091600078125402008-10-26T22:45:00.002Z2008-10-26T22:49:09.077Z<div align="right"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PgQpsSeRHiI/SQTzfVw6r0I/AAAAAAAAAOo/Ww830eTRMYA/s1600-h/Cartaz.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261597984419393346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PgQpsSeRHiI/SQTzfVw6r0I/AAAAAAAAAOo/Ww830eTRMYA/s400/Cartaz.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">A Sara é linda</span>aa<span style="font-size:130%;">aa</span><span style="font-size:180%;">aa!!!</span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5330214540344617826-3838309160007812540?l=mau-genio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12360056730495424862noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5330214540344617826.post-18076922430328680172008-10-06T23:59:00.001+01:002008-10-07T00:01:50.394+01:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PgQpsSeRHiI/SOqYs9V4PzI/AAAAAAAAAOg/udyNfM8cmmQ/s1600-h/DSC_0841.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254179813429100338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PgQpsSeRHiI/SOqYs9V4PzI/AAAAAAAAAOg/udyNfM8cmmQ/s400/DSC_0841.JPG" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5330214540344617826-1807692243032868017?l=mau-genio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12360056730495424862noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5330214540344617826.post-62085786501167239412008-10-02T19:30:00.000+01:002008-10-02T19:35:34.440+01:00<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hVOcmEV9oc0&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hVOcmEV9oc0&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5330214540344617826-6208578650116723941?l=mau-genio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12360056730495424862noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5330214540344617826.post-49234154450560775692008-08-21T20:37:00.011+01:002008-08-21T21:16:11.950+01:00O "mau génio" tirou férias, mas agora é tempo de actualizar o que ficou por registar!<br /><br /><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div></div><div>Assim....</div><div></div><br /><div>1º Parabéns "Pipinha" <span style="font-size:78%;">(estás a vontade, que neste espaço podes dizer asneiras)</span></div><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237058452520507842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PgQpsSeRHiI/SK3E6lpxGcI/AAAAAAAAANY/C9fSyry5mK0/s400/DSCN0139.JPG" border="0" /></div></div><br /><div>Não me faças esses olhar, afinal tenho desculpa por ser tão atrasado... passei muitos dias com sua excelência!</div><br /><br /><div>2º Assim foi mais um Paredes de Coura</div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237059115856103330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PgQpsSeRHiI/SK3FhMxTB6I/AAAAAAAAANg/g6qYpi348Gs/s400/DSCN0118.JPG" border="0" /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237059315945654386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PgQpsSeRHiI/SK3Fs2KXSHI/AAAAAAAAANo/gUn9Hpsz1M8/s400/DSCN0121.JPG" border="0" /></div><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237059688002378114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PgQpsSeRHiI/SK3GCgLmWYI/AAAAAAAAANw/cQRQ5NJD4vI/s400/DSCN0147.JPG" border="0" /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237060909258698418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PgQpsSeRHiI/SK3HJlty7rI/AAAAAAAAAN4/vtXNLVf8wJI/s400/DSCN0168.JPG" border="0" /> <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237061491172240914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PgQpsSeRHiI/SK3Hrdgy7hI/AAAAAAAAAOA/bBujS8ymVuA/s400/DSCN0160.JPG" border="0" /><br />3º Assim foi o SW... <span style="font-size:78%;">(este ano é só festivais)</span></div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237063293167216082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PgQpsSeRHiI/SK3JUWd4JdI/AAAAAAAAAOI/kJhlSIkEJh8/s400/DSCN0207.JPG" border="0" /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237064172872803394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PgQpsSeRHiI/SK3KHjoCJEI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/1atMNmeWj0M/s400/DSCN0216.JPG" border="0" /><br /><div><br />4º Parabéns Tiago!</div><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237066447779250466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PgQpsSeRHiI/SK3ML-T_wSI/AAAAAAAAAOY/L8g9v2x2F5A/s400/DSCN5563.JPG" border="0" /><br />5º Gosto <span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>muito muito</strong></span> de camarões e caipirinhas!<br /><br /></div><br /><p></p></div></div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5330214540344617826-4923415445056077569?l=mau-genio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12360056730495424862noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5330214540344617826.post-30608782285920745292008-07-13T11:36:00.003+01:002008-07-13T11:39:06.609+01:00<strong><span style="font-size:180%;">... quando uma porta se fecha abre-se uma janela!</span></strong><br /><br /><div align="right"><span style="font-size:78%;">E se algum atrevido entrar pela janela vai logo abrir a porta por dentro?</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5330214540344617826-3060878228592074529?l=mau-genio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12360056730495424862noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5330214540344617826.post-63283181105308085972008-07-08T12:15:00.002+01:002008-11-13T08:48:01.994Z<div align="right"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PgQpsSeRHiI/SHNMd14zTRI/AAAAAAAAANQ/qwFetnpgEOI/s1600-h/2605127884_7066874c46_o_thumb%5B9%5D.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220600468617776402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PgQpsSeRHiI/SHNMd14zTRI/AAAAAAAAANQ/qwFetnpgEOI/s400/2605127884_7066874c46_o_thumb%5B9%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a> <strong><span style="font-size:180%;">quero visitas!</span></strong><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5330214540344617826-6328318110530808597?l=mau-genio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12360056730495424862noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5330214540344617826.post-75740244133867755792008-07-02T22:50:00.002+01:002008-07-02T22:53:21.970+01:00E quando um amigo teu decide proferir a seguinte sentença?<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">lkjlkj</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);">"Eu tenho o sonho de ser enrabado pela minha própria pila!"</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">lhjkj</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Ficas com medo?</span></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5330214540344617826-7574024413386775579?l=mau-genio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12360056730495424862noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5330214540344617826.post-45510017397571516202008-06-25T14:53:00.002+01:002008-06-25T15:02:16.808+01:00<div align="justify">V - Fui atacada por um pavão!</div><div align="justify">S - Por um pavão???</div><div align="justify">V - Simm... Estava a sair do departamento, o pavão estava no meio do caminho, que é mais ou menos estreito e eu achei que ele n se chateva que eu passasse, mas o gajo veio atras de mim a tentar bicar e depois abriu as penas do rabo...</div><div align="justify">S - Eheheh</div><div align="justify">V - Não sabia que os pavões faziam isto... achei que eram medrosos.</div><div align="justify">S - A abrir as penas é porque te estava a fazer a corte...</div><div align="justify">V - Um pavão????</div><div align="justify">S - Pois, eu também achei que o único passaro que atava era o ganso!</div><div align="justify">V - Será que se lhe tivesse dado um beijinho ele se transformava em príncipe?</div><span style="color:#ffffff;">lkjlkjlkj</span><br /><div align="right">O que vale é que há sempre uma amiga por perto com quem conversar sobre as coisas normais que me acontecem no dia-a-dia!</div><span style="color:#ffffff;">kjlkjlkj</span><br />E o dia ainda só vai a meio...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5330214540344617826-4551001739757151620?l=mau-genio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12360056730495424862noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5330214540344617826.post-28730842454675499662008-06-22T15:18:00.002+01:002008-06-22T15:23:59.372+01:00A grande piada do "shuffle", na minha opinião, é tentar adivinhar a música que vai tocar primeiro. Não podia estar mais longe de acertar....<br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">dfskçkçlk</span><br />De hoje em diante eu vou modificar<br />O meu modo de vida<br />Naquele instante em que você partiu<br />Destruiu nosso amor<br />Agora não vou mais chorar<br />Cansei de esperar, de esperar enfim<br />E pra começar, eu só vou gostar<br />De quem gosta de mim<br />Não quero com isso dizer que o amor<br />Não é bom sentimento<br />A vida é tão bela quando a gente ama<br />E tem um amor<br />Por isso é que eu vou mudar<br />Não quero ficar<br />Chorando até o fim<br />E pra não chorar<br />Eu só vou gostar de quem gosta de mim<br />Não vai ser fácil, eu bem sei<br />Eu já procurei, não encontrei meu bem<br />A vida é assim, eu falo por mim<br />Pois eu vivo sem ninguém<br />De hoje em diante eu vou modificar<br />O meu modo de vida<br />Naquele instante em que você partiu<br />Destruiu nosso amor<br />Agora não vou mais chorar<br />Cansei de esperar, de esperar enfim<br />E pra começar, eu só vou gostar<br />De quem gosta de mim<br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">çkdçxkç</span><br /><em><span style="font-size:78%;">"´Só vou gostar de quem gosta de mim", Caetano Veloso</span></em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5330214540344617826-2873084245467549966?l=mau-genio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12360056730495424862noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5330214540344617826.post-63123049650761916672008-06-20T12:29:00.004+01:002008-06-20T12:44:48.029+01:00Imagina esta situação:<br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">lçlkçk</span><br /><br /><div align="justify">Vais no carro para o trabalho, são 8h53, ipod ligado, música fixe bem alto, abanas a cabeça e cantas com entusiasmo <span style="font-size:78%;">(qual Ana Coito em pleno café)</span>, janela aberta, porque afinal já vai fazendo um certo calor e de repente... tens que parar numa passadeira e ouves: </div><span style="color:#ffffff;">jljljlkj</span><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong>"Foda-se! Tão bem disposta a esta hora?!? Tá parva ou quê?"</strong></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#ffffff;">kjkjlkj</span><br />Como reajes?<br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">ljlkjlkj</span><br />A) Metes a mão fora da janela e fazes-lhe aquela sinalefa com o dedo<br />B) Tens vergonha na cara, fechas a janela e baixas o som da música<br />C) Sais do carro, agarras convictamente no senhor e danças com ele passadeira fora<br />D) Procuras rapidamente no ipod o segundo andamento, da 3ª sinfonia de Beethoven<br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">jlkjljlkj</span><br /></div><div align="right"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">Ele há coisas...</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5330214540344617826-6312304965076191667?l=mau-genio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12360056730495424862noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5330214540344617826.post-58601772726668881482008-06-17T22:13:00.003+01:002008-11-13T08:48:02.434Z<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PgQpsSeRHiI/SFgpN1PXiGI/AAAAAAAAANI/y9w1hiiCPZ0/s1600-h/DSCN3398.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212961886287923298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PgQpsSeRHiI/SFgpN1PXiGI/AAAAAAAAANI/y9w1hiiCPZ0/s400/DSCN3398.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#ffffff;"> gljlkjlj</span><br /><br /><div align="right"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">... e depois há dias assim!</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5330214540344617826-5860177272666888148?l=mau-genio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12360056730495424862noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5330214540344617826.post-46648820343296624712008-06-16T12:55:00.005+01:002008-06-16T13:18:32.070+01:00<div align="justify">Se há passatempo que me agrada é formular novas teorias elaboradas a respeito de coisas banais - <strong>teorias da Bósnia</strong> - para quem ainda não está familiarizado com o conceito!<br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">ljl</span><br />Por estes dias ando com dificuldade em encontrar respostas! Assim aqui fica o desafio... porque é que o Pinóquio mereceu transformar-se em menino de verdade e porque é que o Pedro não foi devorado pelo lobo?<br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">ljljlj</span><br />Procuram-se teorias criativas e muuuuuuuito rebuscadas!<br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">ljljljlklkç</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">kkçkç</span> </div><div align="right"><span style="font-size:78%;">O autor da melhor teoria terá o prazer de almoçar comigo </span><a href="http://www.nood.pt/"><span style="font-size:78%;">aqui</span></a><span style="font-size:78%;">!</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5330214540344617826-4664882034329662471?l=mau-genio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12360056730495424862noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5330214540344617826.post-58828846590363365022008-06-13T18:25:00.002+01:002008-11-13T08:48:02.713Z<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PgQpsSeRHiI/SFKtrJ1G0FI/AAAAAAAAANA/a4UOrBzwRr0/s1600-h/DSCN3453.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211418675705729106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PgQpsSeRHiI/SFKtrJ1G0FI/AAAAAAAAANA/a4UOrBzwRr0/s400/DSCN3453.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Menina, é regar e pôr ao luar!<br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">lkjlkj</span><br />Mais um manjerico, mais uma noite, mais uma sardinhada, mais, mais, mais...<br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">oçkç</span><br /><div align="right"><span style="font-size:180%;">Parabéns Coiote Comilão!</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-size:78%;">(vulgarmente conhecida nesta época por "a Sara é linda!")<br /></div></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5330214540344617826-5882884659036336502?l=mau-genio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12360056730495424862noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5330214540344617826.post-89539495723374854532008-06-02T12:18:00.000+01:002008-11-13T08:48:02.882Z<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PgQpsSeRHiI/SEPgJi1MemI/AAAAAAAAAM4/xZPoNdECxAU/s1600-h/DSC_1651.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207252048743791202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PgQpsSeRHiI/SEPgJi1MemI/AAAAAAAAAM4/xZPoNdECxAU/s400/DSC_1651.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">Parabéns!</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5330214540344617826-8953949572337485453?l=mau-genio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12360056730495424862noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5330214540344617826.post-90733166757991528442008-05-26T10:33:00.003+01:002008-11-13T08:48:02.979Z<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PgQpsSeRHiI/SDqFii1MelI/AAAAAAAAAMw/4ojYTvoTclw/s1600-h/DSC_7665.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204619147891997266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PgQpsSeRHiI/SDqFii1MelI/AAAAAAAAAMw/4ojYTvoTclw/s400/DSC_7665.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Um amor assim delicado</div><br /><div>Você pega e despreza</div><br /><div>Não devia ter despertado</div><br /><div>Ajoelha e não reza</div><br /><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">çlkç</span></div><br /><div>Dessa coisa que mete medo</div><br /><div>Pela sua grandeza</div><br /><div>Não sou o único culpado</div><br /><div>Disso eu tenho a certeza</div><br /><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">lkjlkj</span></div><br /><div>Princesa, surpresa, você me arrasou</div><br /><div>Serpente, nem sente que me envenenou</div><br /><div>Senhora, e agora, me diga onde eu vou</div><br /><div>Senhora, serpente, princesa</div><br /><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">lkçlk</span></div><br /><div>Um amor assim violento</div><br /><div>Quando torna-se mágoa</div><br /><div>É o avesso de um sentimento</div><br /><div>Oceano sem água</div><br /><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">ljlj</span></div><br /><div>Ondas, desejos de vingança</div><br /><div>Dessa desnatureza</div><br /><div>Bateu forte sem esperança</div><br /><div>Contra a tua dureza</div><br /><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">lkjlj</span></div><br /><div>Princesa, surpresa, você me arrasou</div><br /><div>Serpente, nem sente que me envenenou</div><br /><div>Senhora, e agora, me diga onde eu vou</div><br /><div>Senhora, serpente, princesa</div><br /><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">lkçlk</span></div><br /><div>Um amor assim delicado</div><br /><div>Nenhum homem daria</div><br /><div>Talvez tenha sido pecado</div><br /><div>Apostar na alegria</div><br /><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">lkjlkj</span></div><br /><div>Você pensa que eu tenho tudo</div><br /><div>E vazio me deixa</div><br /><div>Mas Deus não quer que eu fique mudo</div><br /><div>E eu te grito esta queixa</div><br /><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">kjkj</span></div><br /><div>Princesa, surpresa, você me arrasou</div><br /><div>Serpente, nem sente que me envenenou</div><br /><div>Senhora, e agora, me diga onde eu vou</div><br /><div>Senhora, serpente, princesa</div><br /><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">kçkçk</span></div><br /><div align="right"><span style="font-size:78%;"><em>Queixa, Caetano Veloso</em></span></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;">çkçklkçlkçlk</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;">kjçkçlk</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">Parabéns parceiro da Brigada do mimo!</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5330214540344617826-9073316675799152844?l=mau-genio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12360056730495424862noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5330214540344617826.post-17931170356356722842008-05-23T23:59:00.001+01:002008-11-13T08:48:03.218Z<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PgQpsSeRHiI/SDqDcy1MekI/AAAAAAAAAMo/8CPqLcd7Ig4/s1600-h/DSC02317.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204616850084493890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PgQpsSeRHiI/SDqDcy1MekI/AAAAAAAAAMo/8CPqLcd7Ig4/s400/DSC02317.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5330214540344617826-1793117035635672284?l=mau-genio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12360056730495424862noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5330214540344617826.post-26392897805725288762008-05-20T23:59:00.000+01:002008-11-13T08:48:03.396Z<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PgQpsSeRHiI/SDqCSS1MejI/AAAAAAAAAMg/qoc4ZWqiSpo/s1600-h/DSC_0547.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204615570184239666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PgQpsSeRHiI/SDqCSS1MejI/AAAAAAAAAMg/qoc4ZWqiSpo/s400/DSC_0547.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5330214540344617826-2639289780572528876?l=mau-genio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12360056730495424862noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5330214540344617826.post-8151068027209719282008-05-12T23:03:00.002+01:002008-05-12T23:12:01.444+01:001. Qual a diferença entre um mentiroso e um coxo?<br />2. Qual a diferença entre "casa de banho" e "café"?<br />3. Qual a diferença entre "química" e "física"?<br />4. Qual a diferença dos dias de semana para o fim-de-semana?<br />5. Qual a diferença entre a hora do almoço e a do jantar?<br /><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">khhkhkjh</span><br /><br />Há coisas que por muito que me esforce não entendo... e esforço-me muito!!!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5330214540344617826-815106802720971928?l=mau-genio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12360056730495424862noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5330214540344617826.post-17908735587556449342008-05-04T23:38:00.001+01:002008-05-04T23:42:03.599+01:00<div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">... é o que faz de mim uma pessoa especial!!</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5330214540344617826-1790873558755644934?l=mau-genio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12360056730495424862noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5330214540344617826.post-50686600553779089922008-04-29T17:31:00.003+01:002008-11-13T08:48:03.644Z<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PgQpsSeRHiI/SBdQLZGHJLI/AAAAAAAAAMY/wR-9vMrR6Iw/s1600-h/classificados.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194708851840459954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PgQpsSeRHiI/SBdQLZGHJLI/AAAAAAAAAMY/wR-9vMrR6Iw/s400/classificados.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5330214540344617826-5068660055377908992?l=mau-genio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12360056730495424862noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5330214540344617826.post-9789958425349439352008-04-22T16:04:00.001+01:002008-11-13T08:48:03.760Z<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PgQpsSeRHiI/SA3-3JGHJKI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/yMipEa446gw/s1600-h/parabens+paulo.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192086168715863202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PgQpsSeRHiI/SA3-3JGHJKI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/yMipEa446gw/s400/parabens+paulo.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">sdalkdask</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>Parabéns e até já!</strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5330214540344617826-978995842534943935?l=mau-genio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12360056730495424862noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5330214540344617826.post-64870773754086228612008-04-22T00:41:00.002+01:002008-11-13T08:48:03.960Z<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PgQpsSeRHiI/SA0mf_H9a5I/AAAAAAAAAMI/O6_gbWW42yA/s1600-h/diz+que+disse.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191848276390669202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PgQpsSeRHiI/SA0mf_H9a5I/AAAAAAAAAMI/O6_gbWW42yA/s400/diz+que+disse.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">jljljljl</span></div><div> </div><div>... veja se edita uma destas, que me cheira que teria muita saída!</div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">kkç</span></div><div>Atentamente</div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">ºçlºl</span></div><div>Eu</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5330214540344617826-6487077375408622861?l=mau-genio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12360056730495424862noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5330214540344617826.post-78232674311500283942008-04-15T19:08:00.004+01:002008-11-13T08:48:04.151ZNão se pode falar em David, neste caso particular, sem falar em Rita...<br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">fdçkç</span> <p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189535982437921346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PgQpsSeRHiI/SATvew5R8kI/AAAAAAAAAMA/AtIBF8tyL-0/s400/DSCN5755.JPG" border="0" /><span style="color:#ffffff;">dskjkj</span></p><p>O concerto foi muito bom e ainda há muitos pormenores do execente trabalho e notória dedicação do senhor na minha memória...<br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">dklçk</span></p><p>Foi assim que começou...</p><br /><br /><object height="355" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/m8oRuIYf3Cg&amp;hl=en"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/m8oRuIYf3Cg&hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"></embed></object><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">hkjh</span><br />... e eu cá gostei! e tu?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5330214540344617826-7823267431150028394?l=mau-genio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12360056730495424862noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5330214540344617826.post-15634522563702556362008-04-11T00:08:00.003+01:002008-11-13T08:48:04.292Z<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PgQpsSeRHiI/R_6eIvv_KwI/AAAAAAAAAL4/FbWWxNkBO_g/s1600-h/DSCN3166.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187757693871270658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PgQpsSeRHiI/R_6eIvv_KwI/AAAAAAAAAL4/FbWWxNkBO_g/s400/DSCN3166.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">isdipipo</span><br />... que trabalho com um senhor doutor ou algo assim do género!<br /><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">kjldjlkjlk</span><br /><br /><div align="right"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">Parabéns!</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5330214540344617826-1563452256370255636?l=mau-genio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12360056730495424862noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5330214540344617826.post-90507341612924096572008-04-10T12:01:00.001+01:002008-04-10T12:01:33.559+01:00<object width="425" height="355"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-fTuY40io24&hl=en"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-fTuY40io24&hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5330214540344617826-9050734161292409657?l=mau-genio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12360056730495424862noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5330214540344617826.post-70606269098973245362008-04-08T19:51:00.002+01:002008-11-13T08:48:04.441Z<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PgQpsSeRHiI/R_u_II2Nm2I/AAAAAAAAALw/ZS75MF6cXcg/s1600-h/DSC_5650.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186949542381984610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PgQpsSeRHiI/R_u_II2Nm2I/AAAAAAAAALw/ZS75MF6cXcg/s400/DSC_5650.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5330214540344617826-7060626909897324536?l=mau-genio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12360056730495424862noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5330214540344617826.post-29298334169468624922008-04-08T13:12:00.003+01:002008-04-08T13:29:02.622+01:00<p><object height="355" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sgo2wAanSao&amp;hl=en"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sgo2wAanSao&hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"></embed></object><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">jklkjl</span></p><p>So when the fight is over</p><p>and the storm is through</p><p>Now will you pick another</p><p>what will you get into?</p><p>So you stand in the corner</p><p>with those boxing gloves on you</p><p>you're all scared and lonely</p><p>Yeah, we've all been there too</p><p><span style="color:#ffffff;">ljlkjl</span></p><p>Kiss me, kiss me</p><p>if that can make it great</p><p>try me, defy me</p><p>just throw them on me</p><p>those failed expectations,</p><p>floods and aflictions</p><p>you're through</p><p>'cus I just might</p><p>take them home with me</p><p><span style="color:#ffffff;">fgçclkçlkç</span></p><p>And the cracks in the pavement</p><p>Yeah we've all fell there before</p><p>and bones built into skeletons</p><p>we've all been through that door</p><p><span style="color:#ffffff;">dlkçlkçlk</span></p><p>Kiss me, oh kiss me</p><p>if that can make it great</p><p>try me, defy me</p><p>just throw them on me</p><p>those failed expectations,</p><p>floods and aflictions</p><p>you're through</p><p>'cus I just might</p><p><span style="color:#ffffff;">dfçkçlk</span></p><p>Kiss me, Kiss me</p><p>well that make things right</p><p>try me, defy me</p><p>just throw them on me</p><p>those failed expectations,</p><p>floods and aflictions</p><p>you're through'</p><p>cus I just might..</p><p>I just might</p><p>take you home with me</p><p>Kiss me, oh kiss me</p><p><span style="color:#ffffff;">jlkjl</span></p><p>We've all been there too</p><p>We've all been there too </p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5330214540344617826-2929833416946862492?l=mau-genio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12360056730495424862noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5330214540344617826.post-80493756071245554332008-04-05T20:12:00.003+01:002008-04-05T20:24:24.426+01:00<div align="left"><strong><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="color:#ffffff;">dszlkçkçkçkçkçkçkçkçkç</span>letters</span></strong></div><p><span style="color:#ffffff;">lkk</span><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffffff;">çvlkcçllkçlkçlkçlkçlkçlkçlkçlkçlk</span>become words</strong><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">çkçlkçkçk</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">poºpo</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">lkjlçjlk</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">become sentences</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">açkçk</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">çkçk</span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong><span style="color:#ffffff;">czkkçkçlkçlkçl</span>become lies</strong></span><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffffff;">kxckçlkç</span></strong></p><p><span style="color:#ffffff;">saçlkçlkçlk</span><span style="font-size:78%;">become</span></p><p><span style="color:#ffffff;">aoiçsaçkçk</span></p><p><span style="color:#ffffff;">alksjljljlkjlxzkjjjjlkjlkjlkjlklj </span><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">you</span></strong></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"></span> </p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5330214540344617826-8049375607124555433?l=mau-genio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12360056730495424862noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5330214540344617826.post-19245147254127893532008-04-03T23:59:00.000+01:002008-11-13T08:48:04.686Z<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PgQpsSeRHiI/R_Vn3I2Nm1I/AAAAAAAAALo/IFB1DW33HTw/s1600-h/DSC_9158.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185164742952328018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PgQpsSeRHiI/R_Vn3I2Nm1I/AAAAAAAAALo/IFB1DW33HTw/s400/DSC_9158.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#ffffff;"> kjçlkçk</span><br /><div align="center">Fins de tarde na <strong><span style="font-size:180%;">praia</span></strong> entre gelados e sumos naturais... bora <strong><span style="font-size:180%;">amanhã</span></strong> outra vez?<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5330214540344617826-1924514725412789353?l=mau-genio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12360056730495424862noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5330214540344617826.post-20318176817376037012008-04-03T16:06:00.000+01:002008-04-03T16:10:49.459+01:00<p><object height="355" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0zcVGzziNew&amp;hl=en"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0zcVGzziNew&hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"></embed></object></p><p><span style="color:#ffffff;">kjhkjklj</span></p><p align="right"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">Chegaram!</span></strong></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5330214540344617826-2031817681737603701?l=mau-genio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12360056730495424862noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5330214540344617826.post-83069137496837304592008-04-02T23:49:00.003+01:002008-04-03T00:18:08.054+01:00<div align="center">sentidos proibidos sapatos pontiagudos favas constipações pesadelos collants bíblia volante do lado direito subidas de bicicleta falta de atitude chá de baunilha e caramelo golas de pele esferográficas de ponta grossa tomate cereja deixa andar insónia gel duche mentiras comida salgada sucedâneo de chocolate botas de cano alto geoquímica do ambiente desculpas esfarrapadas herman josé desinteresse despreocupação crachás de tecido despertador raquetes oversize caracóis zaditen barriga de atum mentiras repetidas água da torneira couve de bruxelas</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5330214540344617826-8306913749683730459?l=mau-genio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12360056730495424862noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5330214540344617826.post-79265308115759410812008-04-02T17:25:00.001+01:002008-11-13T08:48:04.932Z<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PgQpsSeRHiI/R_OzsI2Nm0I/AAAAAAAAALg/WNNbS-EIkvM/s1600-h/DavidFonseca.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184685166904056642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PgQpsSeRHiI/R_OzsI2Nm0I/AAAAAAAAALg/WNNbS-EIkvM/s400/DavidFonseca.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5330214540344617826-7926530811575941081?l=mau-genio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12360056730495424862noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5330214540344617826.post-89436839709826259152008-03-31T22:40:00.002+01:002008-03-31T22:47:49.372+01:00<div align="justify">Tomate é o fruto do tomateiro, Solanum lycopersicum, da família Solanaceae. Na mesma família podemos encontrar as batatas, as beringelas e os pimentões.</div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#ffffff;">k.k</span></div><div align="justify">É oriundo da América Central e do Sul e actualmente é cultivado e consumido em todo o mundo.</div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#ffffff;">kllk</span></div><div align="justify">O tomateiro, planta fixe essa que nos dá os tomates, ou pelo menos dá a alguns... é uma planta monocotilidónea e angiospérmica e o tomate é um fruto e não um legume uma vez que é o produto do desenvolvimento do ovário e do óvulo da flor, formando o pericarpo e as sementes, respectivamente, após a fecundação.</div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#ffffff;">ghf</span></div><p align="justify">Existem várias variedades de tomate, de acordo com a forma, cor e uso:<br />Santa Cruz - muito usado na cozinha, em saladas e molhos e de formato oblongo;<br />Caqui - utilizado em saladas, de forma redonda<br />Saladete - utilizado em saladas, de formato redondo;<br />Italiano - característico dos molhos, podendo usar-se em saladas. Seu formato é oblongo, tipicamente alongado, provavelmente aquele a que chamamos tomate chucha<br />Cereja - tipicamente aperitivo, ou usado em saladas. É um "mini-tomate", com tamanho pequeno, redondo ou oblongo.</p><div align="justify"><span style="color:#ffffff;">ºlºl</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#ffffff;">kjhlkj<br /></span>E é deste último que gostaria de falar hoje! </div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#ffffff;">askçlk</span></div><div align="justify">O tomate cereja, é miudinho, fraquinho, se o apertas ou pressionas dá logo de si... é um tomate delicado, à mí nima coisa rebenta... tal como uma uva ou até uma ervilha quando apertada entre o polegar e o indicador!</div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#ffffff;">lkjlkj</span><br />Não gosto muito de tomates deste tipo... afinal de contas dos fracos não reza a história!</div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#ffffff;">çkçk</span><br />Os tomates mais apreciados em Portugal são os tomates chucha... quem ainda não viu na praça senhoras desvairadas à procura de tomate chucha, grande e maduro?... se é para alguém afirmar que tem tomates ao menos que sejam destes...</div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#ffffff;">lkçlk</span><br />Isto é...</div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#ffffff;">jjçlk<br /></span>Se tens tomates cereja devias ser exportado!</div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#ffffff;">kjlkj</span><br />Até à próxima!</div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#ffffff;">çkçk</span></div><div align="right"><span style="color:#993399;"><span style="font-size:78%;">Roubei este tesourinho... por acaso escrito por mim... </span><span style="font-size:78%;"> <a href="http://oblogfixe.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html">ali</a> ao lado!</span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5330214540344617826-8943683970982625915?l=mau-genio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12360056730495424862noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5330214540344617826.post-85027151405387578102008-03-30T19:10:00.000+01:002008-11-13T08:48:05.066Z<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PgQpsSeRHiI/R-_Xro2NmzI/AAAAAAAAALY/849IVw5xsN4/s1600-h/DSC02927_wb.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183598840825879346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PgQpsSeRHiI/R-_Xro2NmzI/AAAAAAAAALY/849IVw5xsN4/s400/DSC02927_wb.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5330214540344617826-8502715140538757810?l=mau-genio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12360056730495424862noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5330214540344617826.post-59642495205042029712008-03-28T21:06:00.003Z2008-03-28T21:14:26.185ZI have climbed the highest mountains<br />I have run through the fields<br />Only to be with you<br />Only to be with you.<br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">lkjlkj</span><br />I have run, I have crawled<br />I have scaled these city walls<br />These city walls<br />Only to be with you.<br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">lçlçlç</span><br />But I still haven't found<br />What I'm looking for.<br />But I still haven't found<br />What I'm looking for.<br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">ghfhg</span><br />I have kissed honey lips<br />Felt the healing in her finger tips<br />It burned like fire<br />(I was) burning inside her.<br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">awk</span><br />I have spoke with the tongue of angels<br />I have held the hand of a devil<br />It was warm in the night<br />I was cold as a stone.<br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">dskiç</span><br />But I still haven't found<br />What I'm looking for.<br />But I still haven't found<br />What I'm looking for.<br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">alkjlksj</span><br />I believe in the Kingdom Come<br />Then all the colours will bleed into one<br />Bleed into one.<br />But yes, I'm still running.<br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">asi</span><br />You broke the bonds<br />And you loosed the chains<br />Carried the cross of my shame<br />Oh my shame, you know I believe it.<br /><strong><span style="color:#ffffff;">askj</span></strong><br />But I still haven't found<br />What I'm looking for.<br />But I still haven't found<br />What I'm looking for.<br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">sfds</span><br />But I still haven't found<br />What I'm looking for.<br />But I still haven't found<br />What I'm looking for.<br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">ljlkj</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">çklçk</span><br /><div align="right">Estou a preparar-me para dia <strong><span style="font-size:180%;">2 de Abril</span></strong>...</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5330214540344617826-5964249520504202971?l=mau-genio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12360056730495424862noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5330214540344617826.post-8607505701996996542008-03-26T01:02:00.002Z2008-03-26T01:08:10.124ZCada día pienso en tí<br />pienso un poco mas en tí<br />despedazo mi corazón<br />se destruye algo de mí<br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">çkçk</span><br />Cada día pienso en tí<br />pienso un poco mas en tí<br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">k.k-.k,</span><br />Cada vez que sale el sol<br />busco en algo el valor<br />para continuar así<br />y te veo así y no te toque<br />rezo por ti cada noche<br />amanece y pienso en ti<br />y retumban en mis oídos<br />el tic-tac de los relojes<br />y sigo pensando en ti y sigo pensando...<br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;"> Shakira</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">çlllççlº</span><br />Do filme ficam... uma música, uma paisagem e a expressão de Florentino junto ao farol...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5330214540344617826-860750570199699654?l=mau-genio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12360056730495424862noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5330214540344617826.post-11527505072933692442008-03-25T16:08:00.002Z2008-11-13T08:48:05.400Z<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PgQpsSeRHiI/R-kj2Y2NmyI/AAAAAAAAALQ/xWqzeC1eTRw/s1600-h/love_in_the_time_of_cholera02.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181712263556209442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PgQpsSeRHiI/R-kj2Y2NmyI/AAAAAAAAALQ/xWqzeC1eTRw/s400/love_in_the_time_of_cholera02.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="right"><span style="font-size:78%;">Pesa-me a consciência se não der o devido uso ao kard4you...</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5330214540344617826-1152750507293369244?l=mau-genio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12360056730495424862noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5330214540344617826.post-64854433566377821772008-03-24T21:23:00.002Z2008-11-13T08:48:05.607Z<div align="left">Não, não fui "à neve", nem ao Brasil, nem mesmo a Cabo Verde... gostava muito, mas desta vez fui mesmo só ali ao Alentejo, orientada por um sapo!</div><br /><div align="left"><span style="color:#ffffff;">lkjlj</span></div><br /><div align="left">E sim, tenho sardas e o nariz arrebitado... mas só se notam depois de um escaldão!</div><br /><div align="left"><span style="color:#ffffff;">ldjljsalj</span></div><br /><div align="left">Alguma coisa contra?</div><br /><div align="left"><span style="color:#ffffff;">jhljszlkj</span></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181423212257188626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PgQpsSeRHiI/R-gc9Y2NmxI/AAAAAAAAALI/dfbuWbvmXgg/s400/DSC_5526.JPG" border="0" /><br /><div align="left"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5330214540344617826-6485443356637782177?l=mau-genio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12360056730495424862noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5330214540344617826.post-10272779021149628092008-03-24T12:31:00.004Z2008-11-13T08:48:05.724Z<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181287014549265154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PgQpsSeRHiI/R-ehFo2NmwI/AAAAAAAAALA/mUlDlggcfLI/s400/DSC_5498.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br />É bom voltar... voltar a sentir que podes fazer o que quiseres, voltar a sentir que para alcançares certos objectivos é preciso algum esforço <span style="font-size:78%;">(e às vezes meia dúzia de flexões)</span>...<br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">hkjhkjh</span><br /><br />Já tinha saudades de caminhar, de petiscos, de frio e vento... sobretudo do vento!<br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">kjhkjhkj</span><br />Dispensava-se o furo do arame farpado e as dores que ainda tenho na perna... ainda bem que ninguém gosta de mim pelas minha "lindas" pernas!<br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">lkçkçkklçlkkçlkçl</span><br /><br /><p align="right"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#6633ff;">Até me perguntaram se tinha ido "à neve"... </span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5330214540344617826-1027277902114962809?l=mau-genio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12360056730495424862noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5330214540344617826.post-35605468549845664262008-03-19T11:42:00.002Z2008-03-19T11:44:41.720Z<div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">Hoje, pela primeira vez, não gostei que o senhor carteiro tocasse à porta....</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5330214540344617826-3560546854984566426?l=mau-genio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12360056730495424862noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5330214540344617826.post-85831795315348847712008-03-18T09:58:00.002Z2008-03-18T10:07:23.140ZOntem num programa de rádio o apresentador pergunta a um músico "conheces alguma música tipicamente irlandesa?" e a resposta foi....<br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">jlkjlkj</span><br /><br /><object height="355" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wq4Jh39KJ8U&amp;hl=en"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wq4Jh39KJ8U&hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"></embed></object><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">lkjljlkjlk</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">çllºlºlºç</span><br />Está longe de ser uma das minhas favoritas, mas muitas vezes foi cantada por nós, de referir a mítica viagem no "comboio especial U2 para Braga", cheio de limões e gajas com o "carimbo" no braço, ainda a reviver o grande concerto... isto faze dela uma das mais especiais!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5330214540344617826-8583179531534884771?l=mau-genio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12360056730495424862noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5330214540344617826.post-43410737103634846852008-03-16T15:47:00.002Z2008-03-16T15:50:20.917Z<p><object height="355" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/icB6yOkphz8&amp;hl=en"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/icB6yOkphz8&hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"></embed></object></p><p> </p><p><span style="color:#ffffff;">jljlkjlkj</span></p><p> </p><p align="right"><span style="font-size:78%;">E sim! É outro nível de condução!</span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5330214540344617826-4341073710363484685?l=mau-genio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12360056730495424862noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5330214540344617826.post-8884648913127517742008-03-06T11:33:00.001Z2008-03-06T12:27:18.145Z<p><object height="355" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mOtJtLRbm7I"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mOtJtLRbm7I" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"></embed></object><br /><br />Já tinha visto algumas considerações a respeito da bola <a href="http://mudemosdassunto.blogspot.com/">aqui</a> e num outro sítio que agora não me lembro!</p><p><span style="color:#ffffff;">kkçkºçl</span></p><p>Pois é... a verdade é que também gosto muito da bola e até já aprendi uns truques! Aqui deixo um exemplo de um exercício fácil fácil que podem tentar por casa.</p><p><span style="color:#ffffff;">jh,jlkj</span></p><p>Ah... Atenção, mentes mais delirantes, que a bola só aguenta cerca de 120kg...</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5330214540344617826-888464891312751774?l=mau-genio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12360056730495424862noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5330214540344617826.post-19020408942855744452008-03-02T12:24:00.002Z2008-11-13T08:48:06.017Z<div align="justify"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PgQpsSeRHiI/R8qc-OIFFeI/AAAAAAAAAK4/tATZh0S5W2s/s1600-h/DSC_5468.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173119714746242530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PgQpsSeRHiI/R8qc-OIFFeI/AAAAAAAAAK4/tATZh0S5W2s/s400/DSC_5468.JPG" border="0" /></a> Porque da primeira vez tens desculpa e vou correr o risco de me deparar com frango guisado com esparguete...</div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify">Mas da próxima vez quero uma coisa requintada e se for a pratos pedidos quero para a sobremesa Tarte de creme de limão e lima... procura a página!</div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5330214540344617826-1902040894285574445?l=mau-genio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12360056730495424862noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5330214540344617826.post-17464967740487820982008-02-27T22:53:00.005Z2008-02-27T23:00:40.444Z<p align="left"><object height="355" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/O3SxCph5I1Q&amp;rel=1"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/O3SxCph5I1Q&rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"></embed></object></p><br /><p align="justify" xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"></p><p align="justify" xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml">"Eddie Vedder vai embarcar, pela primeira vez, numa digressão a solo para promover o seu álbum de estreia a solo «Into The Wild», banda sonora do filme com o mesmo nome de Sean Penn. O primeiro concerto é a 2 de Abril em Vancouver (Canadá). Liam Finn é o artista convidado para abrir todas as datas. A ideia ganhou forma quando um concerto para convidados foi recebido de forma muito positiva, em Novembro. Ainda não se sabe se Vedder será acompanhado por uma banda. «Into The Wild» vendeu 243 mil cópias na América. «Guaranteed» venceu um Globo de Ouro para Melhor Canção. Ainda antes de Vedder partir em digressão, os Pearl Jam deverão juntar-se para compor novos temas. Também o vocalista vai voltar a compor por si já que «No More» vai ser o primeiro single da banda sonora do filme «Body of War: Songs That Inspired an Iraq War Veteran». "<br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">sc.,mnc.xzm</span></p><p align="right" xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"><em><span style="font-size:78%;">in blitz.aeiou.pt</span></em></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5330214540344617826-1746496774048782098?l=mau-genio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12360056730495424862noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5330214540344617826.post-18253361168658026252008-02-25T11:40:00.009Z2008-11-13T08:48:07.249Z<div><div><div><div><div><div></div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170882147770377234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PgQpsSeRHiI/R8Kp6rlDJBI/AAAAAAAAAKA/KIrSFItHr-0/s400/DSC_5311.JPG" border="0" /></div></div></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170882744770831394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PgQpsSeRHiI/R8KqdblDJCI/AAAAAAAAAKI/QjR6M2_p_R4/s400/DSC_5329.JPG" border="0" /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170883311706514482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PgQpsSeRHiI/R8Kq-blDJDI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/HzTAQTp3kx0/s400/DSC_5365.JPG" border="0" /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170883745498211394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PgQpsSeRHiI/R8KrXrlDJEI/AAAAAAAAAKY/HSkyVSHBvzA/s400/DSC_5333.JPG" border="0" /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170884114865398866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PgQpsSeRHiI/R8KrtLlDJFI/AAAAAAAAAKg/e2T9s57PQD8/s400/DSC_5339.JPG" border="0" /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170884634556441698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PgQpsSeRHiI/R8KsLblDJGI/AAAAAAAAAKo/4lk4fnTsrNw/s400/DSC_5404.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170885107002844274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PgQpsSeRHiI/R8Ksm7lDJHI/AAAAAAAAAKw/BlayyORsq7M/s400/DSC_5435.JPG" border="0" /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5330214540344617826-1825336116865802625?l=mau-genio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12360056730495424862noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5330214540344617826.post-82962295697244245882008-02-25T01:14:00.004Z2008-02-25T01:28:16.071ZYou're a falling star<br />You're the getaway car<br />You're the line in the sand<br />When I go too farYou're the swimming pool<br />On an August day<br />And you're the perfect thing to say<br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">dslj</span><br />And you play it coy, but it's kinda cute<br />Oh, when you smile at me you know exactly what you do<br />Baby don't pretend that you don't know it's true<br />Cause you can see it when I look at you<br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">skjh</span><br />And in this crazy life<br />And through these crazy times<br />It's you, it's you<br />You make me sing<br />You're every line<br />You're every word<br />You're everything<br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">sdllkj</span><br />You're a carousel<br />You're a wishing well<br />And you light me up<br />When you ring my bell<br />You're a mystery<br />You're from outer space<br />You're every minute of my everyday<br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">kjkj</span><br />And I can't believe<br />Oh, that I'm your man<br />And I get to kiss you baby just because I can<br />Whatever comes our way<br />Oh, we'll see it through<br />And you know that's what our love can do<br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">,,mnn</span><br />And in this crazy life<br />And through these crazy times<br />It's you, it's you<br />You make me sing<br />You're every line<br />You're every word<br />You're everything<br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">ljlj</span><br />So la la la la la la la<br />So la la la la la la la<br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">JK</span><br />And in this crazy life<br />And through these crazy times<br />It's you, it's youYou make me sing<br />You're every line<br />You're every word<br />You're everything...<br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">lkjlkj</span><br />You're every song<br />And I sing along<br />Cause you're my everything<br />Yeah, yeah<br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">khkjh</span><br />So la la la la la la la<br />So la la la la la la-la-la la-la-la<br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">klçlk</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">kjlkjlkj</span><br /><div align="right">Gosto desta, gosto muito....</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5330214540344617826-8296229569724424588?l=mau-genio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12360056730495424862noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5330214540344617826.post-21265257984074244522008-02-11T18:04:00.000Z2008-02-11T18:07:29.891ZEu não <span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>acreditava</strong></span> em causas perdidas... hoje <span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>acredito</strong></span> <span style="font-size:78%;">(facilmente!)</span>, o que torna tudo bem mais fácil!<br /><br />Obrigado VAER e respectivo engenheiro!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5330214540344617826-2126525798407424452?l=mau-genio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12360056730495424862noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5330214540344617826.post-57660038141076411372008-02-08T18:29:00.000Z2008-02-08T18:42:30.780ZApós um primeiro semestre que se pode dizer bastante razoável e ainda falta um exame quero esta <span style="font-size:78%;color:#6600cc;"><strong>pequena</strong></span> lista de cenas <span style="font-size:78%;color:#6600cc;"><strong>muito</strong></span> acessíveis!<br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">sajsalkj</span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">S</span>entido de oportunidade<br /><span style="font-size:180%;">E</span>stágio<br /><span style="font-size:180%;">G</span>randes férias de verão<br /><span style="font-size:180%;">U</span>m curso de inglês<br /><span style="font-size:180%;">N</span>ova Nikon<br /><span style="font-size:180%;">D</span>ezasseis e dezassetes<br /><span style="font-size:180%;">O</span>bras em casa<br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">jlkjljk</span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">S</span>exo<br /><span style="font-size:180%;">E</span>spelhos e crachás<br /><span style="font-size:180%;">M</span>égane<br /><span style="font-size:180%;">E</span>nchiladas, tacos e margaritas<br /><span style="font-size:180%;">S</span>oleil (cirque)<br /><span style="font-size:180%;">T</span>ese de mestrado<br /><span style="font-size:180%;">R</span>egresso aos Açores<br /><span style="font-size:180%;">E</span>nergia<br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">ddgdg</span><br /><div align="right"><span style="font-size:78%;">Pouca coisa....</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5330214540344617826-5766003814107641137?l=mau-genio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12360056730495424862noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5330214540344617826.post-47450549838639752562008-01-21T20:35:00.000Z2008-01-21T20:45:01.184Z<div align="right">Estrumes e chorumes</div><div align="right">Requintados perfumes</div><div align="right">Provenientes da pecuária intensiva</div><div align="right">Que no nariz precisamos de fita adesiva</div><div align="right"><span style="color:#ffffff;">ahkh</span></div><div align="right">Baixa é a razão carbono/azoto</div><div align="right">Isto cheira mesmo a esgoto</div><div align="right">Acumulam-se o fósforo e o cobre no solo</div><div align="right">Lá ficam as plantinhas sem colo</div><div align="right"><span style="color:#ffffff;">dad</span></div><div align="right">O elevado teor de humidade</div><div align="right">É coisa que não deixa saudade</div><div align="right">Se não fosse o tamisador</div><div align="right">Quem seria o salvador?</div><div align="right"><span style="color:#ffffff;">aah</span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#6600cc;">Não gosto de estudar pilhas de teoria, nem se quer de poesia, mas no limiar do tédio é no rimar que está o melhor remédio....</span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#ffffff;">sfds</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#6600cc;">Parece que estou com a neura.... grrrrrrrrr</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5330214540344617826-4745054983863975256?l=mau-genio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12360056730495424862noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5330214540344617826.post-86382903505468780532008-01-14T17:33:00.000Z2008-11-13T08:48:07.513Z<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PgQpsSeRHiI/R4ueUEkkmDI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/gMS11Fm4XUg/s1600-h/DSC_3899.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155388266117371954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PgQpsSeRHiI/R4ueUEkkmDI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/gMS11Fm4XUg/s400/DSC_3899.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;">Turu!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;">Turu</span>, <span style="font-size:130%;">turu</span>, <span style="font-size:85%;">turu</span>...<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5330214540344617826-8638290350546878053?l=mau-genio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12360056730495424862noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5330214540344617826.post-87530761031755060752008-01-11T11:20:00.000Z2008-01-12T12:36:43.146Z<div align="justify">1. Estaciono à porta de casa um carro que não é meu e durante a noite um cão passeia-se em cima do capô com as patas cheias de terra, encontro de manhã o carro riscado</div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#ffffff;">sfdffd</span></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">2. Estaciono o carro na praia da Aguda e vou jogar raquetes, no regresso noto que me assaltaram o carro</div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#ffffff;">fdsdfd</span></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">3. Vou ajudar uns amigos nas mudanças, fico parada no meio da 2ª circular, venho a constatar que que tenho não sei o que, mas que é grave, na junta da cabeça do motor</div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#ffffff;">fsdffdsfds</span></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">4. Um Sr. zanga-se comigo no ic19, em andamento e decide andar a abalroar-me</div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#ffffff;">fsdfsf</span></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">5. Volto de Aveiro numa noite de natal, tenho um acidente e desfaço um carro</div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#ffffff;">sfsfdsfsd</span></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">6. Depois do acidente,volto a pegar no carro antigo, chego a conclusão que não tenho bateria e que as 5h da manhã tenho que chamar pessoas que estão a dormir nas suas casas, para poder ligar os cabos</div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#ffffff;">fdsfsf</span></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">7. Ouço um barulho no carro, vou à oficina, tenho que substuir os amortecedores e sou acusada de andar em "caminhos esquisitos"</div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#ffffff;">sfdfdsf</span></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">8. Saio um dia às 6h da manhã para ir à faculdade, tenho a porta amolgada, reparo que me assaltaram o carro e só no dia a seguir descubro que me levaram a vareta do óleo</div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#ffffff;">dfdsfsd</span></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">9. Passados uns dias, estaciono o carro no Campo das cebolas, quando volto, tenho o carro aberto e desta vez roubaram um pacote de leite simples dos pequeninos</div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#ffffff;">dssfsf</span></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">10. Num dia de Natal, volto do almoço com a família, que até correu bem, num carro que não estou a conduzir e nem é meu... uma louca desvairada sai de outro carro e vem amolgar a porta do onde eu me encontro ao pontapé</div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#ffffff;">sdfsfdf</span></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">11. Regresso de uma passagem de ano, ouço um barulho no carro, preciso de discos de travão</div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#ffffff;">dsfsdf</span></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">12. Chego ao carro, que por sua vez chegou da oficina, e a chave não entra na ignição</div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#ffffff;">dsfsffds</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#ffffff;">fdsffs</span></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">Eu e os carros temos uma relação muiiiiiiitooooo complicada... É por isso que preciso de um <a href="http://www.hummer.com/hummerjsp/home.jsp">destes</a>!</div><div align="justify"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5330214540344617826-8753076103175506075?l=mau-genio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12360056730495424862noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5330214540344617826.post-62795716778466687802008-01-06T22:31:00.000Z2008-01-06T22:36:55.964ZQueridos tico e teco,<br /><br /><div align="justify">Venho por este meio solicitar que regressem a casa com urgência.</div><div align="justify">No fundo o que me aborrece é o facto das vossas férias serem sempre mais longas do que as minhas, esta cena de desertarem no início da época de exames e no meio de muitos trabalhos tem que acabar.</div><div align="justify">Portanto sugiro que tratemos do carvão activado e sua amiga inseparável adsorção; da valorização agoronómica e energética dos resíduos da industria cervejeira; das análises de ciclo de vida, multi-critério e custo-benefício e das eólicas e fotovoltaicos; para podermos voltar às minis, caipirinhas e visitas a restaurantes chiques todos juntos... boa??</div><br />Sem outro assunto de momento<br /><br />Atentamente<br /><br />Eu<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5330214540344617826-6279571677846668780?l=mau-genio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12360056730495424862noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5330214540344617826.post-24950368609703947592008-01-03T12:13:00.000Z2008-11-13T08:48:07.642Z<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PgQpsSeRHiI/R3zSEUkkmCI/AAAAAAAAAJw/4g-45c_V9r0/s1600-h/DSC_5150.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151223045488416802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PgQpsSeRHiI/R3zSEUkkmCI/AAAAAAAAAJw/4g-45c_V9r0/s400/DSC_5150.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Ao madeiro<br />Aos senhores carregadores da madeira - João, Manel, Calvas, Carlos e Luís<br /><br />Às cartadas no café<br />Aos jogadores de cartas - senhores António, Carlos, Rui, João, Fernando e Augusto<br /><br />Aos petiscos<br />Às cozinheiras - Filipa, Nádia, Joana e Susana<br /><br />À linda casa e luzes no armário<br />Aos proprietários - Carlos e Maria João<br /><br />À linda Falua<br />Aos meninos Francisco, Rúben e João<br />E às meninas Bárbara, Filipa, Catarina e Beatriz<br /><br />Às latas<br />Às couves<br />Ao singstar<br />Ao Sr. Calviño<br />Às noites quentinhas<br />Às caipirinhas e grades de mini<br />Aos amigos de Lagos - Sara, Tiago e Carlos<br /><br />E claro, <strong><span style="font-size:180%;">a ti</span></strong>... Voltamos daqui a 15 dias?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5330214540344617826-2495036860970394759?l=mau-genio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12360056730495424862noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5330214540344617826.post-26863629672337778912008-01-01T23:59:00.000Z2008-11-13T08:48:07.800Z<span style="color:#6600cc;"><strong>(retirado de www.vanessa-vai-as-compras.blogspot.com, nascido e falecido a 01 de Janeiro de 2008)<br /></strong></span><br /><div align="justify">"Olá, o meu nome é Vanessa e sou consumista..... ao que vocês respondem... "olá Vanessa"! </div><div align="justify"><br />Reza a lenda que desde pequenina que faço muitas compras, muitas, muitas, muitas. Não posso ver nada que já estou a comprar! Mas atenção, todas as coisas que compro são de extrema utilidade, muitas delas até se pode dizer que são um meio para chegar a um fim.... para além de consumista, sou extremamente calculista... </div><div align="justify"><br />A minha missão desenfreada para estar sempre a comprar qualquer coisinha conduziu-me hoje a um excesso... esta cena original que adquiri custou-me uma fortuna - um cordial aperto de mão com um sorriso nos lábios!"</div><br /><div></div><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150960318043953138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PgQpsSeRHiI/R3vjHkkkl_I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/j_G0BJFVL_w/s400/IMG_2585.JPG" border="0" /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5330214540344617826-2686362967233777891?l=mau-genio.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Vhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12360056730495424862noreply@blogger.com1