<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' gd:etag='W/&quot;A0ANSXY_eip7ImA9WhZREUo.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6356767652038136171</id><updated>2011-04-07T13:36:38.842+01:00</updated><title>Draw In The Air</title><subtitle type='html'>EU VISTO-ME PARA AS MULHERES E DISPO-ME PARA OS HOMENS</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drawontheair.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6356767652038136171/posts/default?redirect=false&amp;v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drawontheair.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6356767652038136171/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2'/><author><name>Daniela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11086189566867486754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>44</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;A0ANSXY_cSp7ImA9WhZREUo.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6356767652038136171.post-854126217028664856</id><published>2011-04-07T13:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T13:36:38.849+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-04-07T13:36:38.849+01:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mi vida'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vídeos bonitos'/><title>SÓ ME FALTA O GATO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://1.gvt0.com/vi/BqDLwHV0U3U/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BqDLwHV0U3U&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BqDLwHV0U3U&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6356767652038136171-854126217028664856?l=drawontheair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drawontheair.blogspot.com/feeds/854126217028664856/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://drawontheair.blogspot.com/2011/04/so-me-falta-o-gato.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6356767652038136171/posts/default/854126217028664856?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6356767652038136171/posts/default/854126217028664856?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drawontheair.blogspot.com/2011/04/so-me-falta-o-gato.html' title='SÓ ME FALTA O GATO'/><author><name>Daniela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11086189566867486754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13606562802530014031'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;D0QDRH09fyp7ImA9WhZSEEQ.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6356767652038136171.post-4903951393040541618</id><published>2011-03-15T00:53:00.005Z</published><updated>2011-03-25T23:22:55.367Z</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-03-25T23:22:55.367Z</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mi vida'/><title>NUM TÚNEL SEM LUZ</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nasci em 86 e uma das&amp;nbsp;recordações mais antigas que tenho é com&amp;nbsp;6 anos no casamento de uma prima, em que eu sou a menina&amp;nbsp;das alianças e, já no altar,&amp;nbsp;peço à minha mãe (alto e bom som) para ir &lt;em&gt;fazer xixi&lt;/em&gt;. A minha mãe ainda me tenta convencer que já não vai demorar muito mas eu é que mando - casamento interrompido por mim, obrigada, obrigada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A partir desta idade lembro-me de muitas coisas, inclusivé da minha mãe me (nos) dizer como era a vida dela quando era da minha idade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;"Vós agora tendes tudo"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #bf9000;"&gt;"Quando eu era da vossa idade não tinha lambetinhas boas nem saía de casa"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;"No meu tempo eu não tinha caderno, tinha um quadro de lousa"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;"Eu não tinha iogurtes, eu dou-vos muitas coisas boas"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #bf9000;"&gt;"Vós agora tendes sorte porque eu posso-vos comprar muita coisa. Quando eu era pequena não tinha nada porque a minha mãe não tinha dinheiro"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;"Eram muitos filhos"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;"Não tinha brinquedinhos"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Era aí que eu sentia pena da minha mãe por não ter passado por bons tempos. Contudo,&amp;nbsp;pensava, na minha mais profunda inocência: "Ainda bem que eu não nasci nesse tempo. Não ia gostar nada de passar dificuldades"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Os anos foram-se passando e a minha inocência foi-se desfalecendo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A meio da minha adolescência comecei a ver que as coisas estavam&amp;nbsp;a mudar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- Comecei a não ter tudo que pedia aos meus pais porque o dinheiro já não era o mesmo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- Aprendi a ser poupadinha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- Pensava duas vezes antes de comprar alguma coisa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- Comprava tudo baratinho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- Sabia que as coisas não estavam famosas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- Estava ansiosa por ser dependente de mim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;(No entanto, continuava com espírito otimista)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O curso terminou e eu deixei de ser a estudante que tanto gostava de ser. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A partir daqui estava no mundo dos trabalhadores. Ou pensava que estava.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Estava no mundo dos tantos desempregados.(desempregada&amp;nbsp;que trabalha 7 dias por semana)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E foi aqui que eu passei a perceber o porquê de tantas depressões, desesperos e como realmente os recém-licenciados se sentiam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Fiquei a saber que, enviar currículos e não obter resposta, é perfeitamente normal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Agora não tenho dinheiro para aquilo que quero comprar, por isso já me posso sentir a mamã nos anos 70.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pensando bem, à mamã nunca lhe faltou trabalho. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Estou definitivamente pior que a mamã nos anos 70: chorando e desesperando todos os dias.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6356767652038136171-4903951393040541618?l=drawontheair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drawontheair.blogspot.com/feeds/4903951393040541618/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://drawontheair.blogspot.com/2011/03/nao-sei-que-titulo-dar-isto.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6356767652038136171/posts/default/4903951393040541618?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6356767652038136171/posts/default/4903951393040541618?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drawontheair.blogspot.com/2011/03/nao-sei-que-titulo-dar-isto.html' title='NUM TÚNEL SEM LUZ'/><author><name>Daniela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11086189566867486754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13606562802530014031'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DUAHSXYyfyp7ImA9Wx9aGE4.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6356767652038136171.post-4727286367013457088</id><published>2011-03-11T10:02:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-03-11T10:02:18.897Z</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-03-11T10:02:18.897Z</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vídeos bonitos'/><title>NO - WORDS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://0.gvt0.com/vi/4opY4pgDoHA/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4opY4pgDoHA&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4opY4pgDoHA&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6356767652038136171-4727286367013457088?l=drawontheair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drawontheair.blogspot.com/feeds/4727286367013457088/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://drawontheair.blogspot.com/2011/03/no-words.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6356767652038136171/posts/default/4727286367013457088?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6356767652038136171/posts/default/4727286367013457088?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drawontheair.blogspot.com/2011/03/no-words.html' title='NO - WORDS'/><author><name>Daniela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11086189566867486754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13606562802530014031'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;D0EFSXk7fyp7ImA9Wx9aE0k.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6356767652038136171.post-4880761957303671710</id><published>2011-03-05T00:21:00.004Z</published><updated>2011-03-05T17:20:18.707Z</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-03-05T17:20:18.707Z</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pessoalmente'/><title>CARNAVAIS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Tirando um ano ou outro eu sou sempre muito original... Este ano não vai ser exceção. É esperar para ver... =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;2004&amp;nbsp;– Capuchinho Vermelho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;2005&amp;nbsp;– Espantalho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;2006&amp;nbsp;– Pirata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;2007&amp;nbsp;– Vampiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;2008&amp;nbsp;– Bêbado/Borrachão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;2009&amp;nbsp;– (Não fui. Que penosidade)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;2010&amp;nbsp;– Manuela Ferreira Leite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;2011 – ? ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6356767652038136171-4880761957303671710?l=drawontheair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drawontheair.blogspot.com/feeds/4880761957303671710/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://drawontheair.blogspot.com/2011/03/carnavais.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6356767652038136171/posts/default/4880761957303671710?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6356767652038136171/posts/default/4880761957303671710?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drawontheair.blogspot.com/2011/03/carnavais.html' title='CARNAVAIS'/><author><name>Daniela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11086189566867486754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13606562802530014031'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DEANQHsycCp7ImA9Wx9aF0o.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6356767652038136171.post-5555817388409425903</id><published>2011-02-21T22:56:00.004Z</published><updated>2011-03-10T17:06:31.598Z</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-03-10T17:06:31.598Z</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pessoalmente'/><title>HOMENS PORTUGUESES DE TOP</title><content type='html'>- Fernando Alvim, 36 anos (signo astrológico: Touro)&lt;br /&gt;
-&amp;nbsp;Carlos Martins, 28 anos (signo astrológico: Touro)&lt;br /&gt;
- Ivo Canelas, 37 anos (signo astrológico: Capricórnio)&lt;br /&gt;
- Rui Unas, 36 anos (signo astrológico: Peixes)&lt;br /&gt;
- Rogério Samora, 52 anos (signo astrológico: Escorpião)&lt;br /&gt;
- Marco d’Almeida, 36 anos (signo astrológico: Virgem)&lt;br /&gt;
- Martinho Silva, 31 anos (signo astrológico: Capricórnio)&lt;br /&gt;
- Vasco Palmeirim&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6356767652038136171-5555817388409425903?l=drawontheair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drawontheair.blogspot.com/feeds/5555817388409425903/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://drawontheair.blogspot.com/2011/02/homens-portugueses-de-top.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6356767652038136171/posts/default/5555817388409425903?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6356767652038136171/posts/default/5555817388409425903?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drawontheair.blogspot.com/2011/02/homens-portugueses-de-top.html' title='HOMENS PORTUGUESES DE TOP'/><author><name>Daniela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11086189566867486754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13606562802530014031'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DUcCRH0_fCp7ImA9Wx9bEUg.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6356767652038136171.post-8072346924412770394</id><published>2011-02-19T22:33:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-02-19T23:11:05.344Z</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-02-19T23:11:05.344Z</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pessoalmente'/><title>(. . .)</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Amo demasiado o meu blog,&amp;nbsp;amor este que se está a tornar viciante, obsessivo e dependente.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;Sem mais, Daniela Guimarães&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6356767652038136171-8072346924412770394?l=drawontheair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drawontheair.blogspot.com/feeds/8072346924412770394/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://drawontheair.blogspot.com/2011/02/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6356767652038136171/posts/default/8072346924412770394?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6356767652038136171/posts/default/8072346924412770394?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drawontheair.blogspot.com/2011/02/blog-post.html' title='(. . .)'/><author><name>Daniela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11086189566867486754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13606562802530014031'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CUYFRns9fCp7ImA9Wx9bEEs.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6356767652038136171.post-1320071307413533586</id><published>2011-02-17T23:10:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-02-18T21:05:17.564Z</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-02-18T21:05:17.564Z</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pessoalmente'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vídeos bonitos'/><title>Daniela Guimarães com 69 anos</title><content type='html'>Sem qualquer vontade de escrever o que quer que seja, mas com vontade de postar qualquer coisa, deixo aqui um video/testamento que um dia poderá vir a ser o meu.&lt;br /&gt;
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No caso de demência ou invalidez, faço minhas as palavras desta autora.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://2.gvt0.com/vi/m4tn627ly6o/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/m4tn627ly6o&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/m4tn627ly6o&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;(Desconheço Mariana Nascimento mas prefiro esta versão)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6356767652038136171-3267020752617167695?l=drawontheair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drawontheair.blogspot.com/feeds/3267020752617167695/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://drawontheair.blogspot.com/2011/02/desfolhada.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6356767652038136171/posts/default/3267020752617167695?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6356767652038136171/posts/default/3267020752617167695?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drawontheair.blogspot.com/2011/02/desfolhada.html' title='DESFOLHADA'/><author><name>Daniela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11086189566867486754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13606562802530014031'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;A0ABQHo5fip7ImA9Wx9aF0o.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6356767652038136171.post-5256991145402060951</id><published>2011-02-09T22:32:00.013Z</published><updated>2011-03-10T17:55:51.426Z</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-03-10T17:55:51.426Z</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pessoalmente'/><title>APOSTO QUE NÃO SABIAS!</title><content type='html'>Está a negrito aquilo que já me aconteceu, fiz ou senti&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;01. Pagar bebida aos meus amigos. ﻿&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
02. Pegar num crocodilo.&lt;br /&gt;
03. Dizer “amo-te” sentindo amor de verdade.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;04. Abraçar uma árvore.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;05. Achar que vou morrer.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;06. Ficar acordada a noite inteira com alguém.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;07. Não dormir por 24hrs.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
08. Cultivar e comer os teus próprios vegetais.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;09. Dormir sob as estrelas.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;10. Mudar a fralda de uma criança. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;11. Ver uma estrela cadente.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;12. Ficar embriagada.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;13. Doar coisas para caridade.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
14. Olhar para o céu e achar a ursa menor.&lt;br /&gt;
15. Ter um ataque de riso na pior altura possível.&lt;br /&gt;
16. Fazer uma luta de comida.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;17. Apostar e perder.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;18. Convidar um amigo para sair.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;19. Dormir abraçada a alguém.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;20. Gritar o mais alto que puder.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;21. Andar de montanha russa.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;22. Dançar como uma louca e não me preocupar se estão a olhar.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
23. Falar com sotaque por um dia inteiro.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;24. Estar mesmo feliz com a&amp;nbsp;vida.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
25. Sobreviver a uma doença grave.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;26. Conhecer o meu país.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;27. Cuidar de alguém embriagado.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;28. Ter amigos fantásticos.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;29. Beijar um estranho.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;30. Roubar uma placa/sinal de trânsito.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;31. Fazer um passeio&amp;nbsp;à noite na praia.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;32. Dormir ao relento.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
33. Sentar na mesa de um estranho num restaurante e comer com ele.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;34. Imitar uma vaca.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;35. Fingir que&amp;nbsp;sou uma super-heroína.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;36. Cantar karaoke.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
37. Mergulhar com garrafa.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;38. Beijar um primo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;39. Dormir nua.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;40. Correr na chuva.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
41. Apaixonar-se e não ficar de coração partido.&lt;br /&gt;
42. Visitar países fora da Europa.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;43. Fazer uma arte marcial.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
44. Entrar numa novela.&lt;br /&gt;
45. Passear um cão.&lt;br /&gt;
46. Ficar sem comer 5 dias.&lt;br /&gt;
47. Fazer um bolo sozinha.&lt;br /&gt;
48. Fazer uma tatuagem.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;49. Receber flores sem razão.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;50. Representar num palco.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
51. Gravar música.&lt;br /&gt;
52. Nadar nua.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;53. Guardar um segredo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;54. Ir a um funeral. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
55. Fazer um piercing.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;56. Perder dinheiro.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;57. Alegrar alguém em sofrimento.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
58. Partir um osso.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;59. Andar de mota.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
60. Andar de skate.&lt;br /&gt;
61. Andar de cavalo.&lt;br /&gt;
62. Fazer uma grande cirurgia (nariz, amigdalas).&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;63. Espetar-me com o carro.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
64. Aparecer na televisão.&lt;br /&gt;
65. Mudar a opinião de alguém sobre alguma coisa em que acreditas profundamente.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;66. Mudar de opinião em relação a alguém.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
67. Ler um romance num dia.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;68. Comunicar com uma pessoa sem partilhar a mesma&amp;nbsp;língua.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;69. Ter um Déjà Vu.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;70. Acordar de um sonho perfeito.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;71. Pintar o cabelo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;72. Apaixonar-me por um amigo.﻿&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
73. Fazer nudismo.&lt;br /&gt;
74. Lançar um papagaio.&lt;br /&gt;
75. Rapar o cabelo. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;76. Viver sozinha.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;77. Jogar xadrez.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;78. Ver o nascer do sol com alguém.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;79. Ir ao casino.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;80. Fumar um charuto.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;81. Beijar uma mulher.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
82. Comer caviar.&lt;br /&gt;
83. Roubar um amigo.&lt;br /&gt;
84. Sentir atracção por um professor.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;85. Ficar desiludida com alguém.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;86. Dormir na praia.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;87. Trair.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
88. Comer lagosta. &lt;br /&gt;
89. Ver o mesmo filme no cinema mais de 2 vezes.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;90. Recusar um beijo a alguém&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
91. Beijar mais do que 1 pessoa no mesmo dia. &lt;br /&gt;
92. Dar sangue.&lt;br /&gt;
93. Dormir mais do que 15 horas seguidas.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;94. Chorar à frente de amigos.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
95. Ver alguém morrer.&lt;br /&gt;
96. Ajudar um cego.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;97. Ser assaltada.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;98. Levar pontos.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
99. Tocar com a boca no pé de alguém.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;100. Partir o coração de alguém.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6356767652038136171-5256991145402060951?l=drawontheair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drawontheair.blogspot.com/feeds/5256991145402060951/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://drawontheair.blogspot.com/2011/02/tshii-ja-fiz-tantas-coisas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6356767652038136171/posts/default/5256991145402060951?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6356767652038136171/posts/default/5256991145402060951?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drawontheair.blogspot.com/2011/02/tshii-ja-fiz-tantas-coisas.html' title='APOSTO QUE NÃO SABIAS!'/><author><name>Daniela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11086189566867486754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13606562802530014031'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;A0UARH89fCp7ImA9Wx9UFk4.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6356767652038136171.post-4607376603213641040</id><published>2011-02-08T00:48:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-02-13T23:20:45.164Z</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-02-13T23:20:45.164Z</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pessoalmente'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mi vida'/><title>REFLEXÃO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SdeL_X8IZm4/TVCU-LRQIOI/AAAAAAAAAJY/T5gcf1__RZU/s1600/Sem+T%25C3%25ADtulo.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SdeL_X8IZm4/TVCU-LRQIOI/AAAAAAAAAJY/T5gcf1__RZU/s320/Sem+T%25C3%25ADtulo.png" width="229" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ausência&lt;/strong&gt;: aquela falta que fica&amp;nbsp;bem presente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fotografia&lt;/strong&gt;:&amp;nbsp;pedaço de papel que guarda um pedaço de vida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gelo&lt;/strong&gt;: aquilo que se sente na espinha quando o amor vai embora.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lealdade&lt;/strong&gt;: qualidade de cão que nem todas as pessoas têm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lágrimas&lt;/strong&gt;: sumo que sai dos olhos quando se espreme o coração.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EU: um serzinho adorável toda dos meus pais. Um dia cresci e passei a ser toda minha.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O nosso coração sabe exatamente aquilo &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que a nossa mente demora a descobrir.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6356767652038136171-4607376603213641040?l=drawontheair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drawontheair.blogspot.com/feeds/4607376603213641040/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://drawontheair.blogspot.com/2011/02/reflexao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6356767652038136171/posts/default/4607376603213641040?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6356767652038136171/posts/default/4607376603213641040?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drawontheair.blogspot.com/2011/02/reflexao.html' title='REFLEXÃO'/><author><name>Daniela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11086189566867486754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13606562802530014031'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SdeL_X8IZm4/TVCU-LRQIOI/AAAAAAAAAJY/T5gcf1__RZU/s72-c/Sem+T%25C3%25ADtulo.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DEcFSX4-eip7ImA9Wx9UEE4.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6356767652038136171.post-2408571217155288562</id><published>2011-02-06T23:42:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-02-06T23:46:58.052Z</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-02-06T23:46:58.052Z</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mi vida'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='profissionalmente'/><title>DILEMA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tenho andado a sentir-me um pouco pressionada por uma aluna. Quer&amp;nbsp;que eu leve "o meu namorado"&amp;nbsp;(namorado platónico, ainda por cima) comigo para a escola. Segundo ela, eu fico com as meninas e "ele" fica com os meninos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Para não prolongar a conversa que ela&amp;nbsp;tanto gosta, disse-lhe:&amp;nbsp;"está bem, um dia eu trago-o". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ok, não se calou mais desde aí. Pergunta-me constantemente por "ele". Tou tramada :-O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Em contrapartida, há outro aluno que diz que é melhor não porque "ele" se calhar não é professor e por isso não pode "dar aulas".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- E por&amp;nbsp;que é que "ele" não pode ser professor? - pergunto-lhe eu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- Porque os homens não gostam de ser professores. As mulheres é que&amp;nbsp;gostam mais.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6356767652038136171-2408571217155288562?l=drawontheair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drawontheair.blogspot.com/feeds/2408571217155288562/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://drawontheair.blogspot.com/2011/02/dilema.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6356767652038136171/posts/default/2408571217155288562?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6356767652038136171/posts/default/2408571217155288562?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drawontheair.blogspot.com/2011/02/dilema.html' title='DILEMA'/><author><name>Daniela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11086189566867486754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13606562802530014031'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DE4MQXo6cSp7ImA9Wx9UFk0.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6356767652038136171.post-550192729451227754</id><published>2011-01-28T00:45:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-02-13T14:23:00.419Z</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-02-13T14:23:00.419Z</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vídeos bonitos'/><title>FECHA OS OLHOS E BALOIÇA A CABEÇA</title><content type='html'>Arrepio-me ao ouvir esta música. Only and Just!!&lt;br /&gt;
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"Nem sei que responda perdido no teu olhar..."&lt;br /&gt;
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Coitadinho do meu querido aluno. Andava a escrever com lápis super minúsculos e guardava-os a todos porque não se sabia o dia de amanha. Professora sensível&amp;nbsp;que sou, resolvi dar-lhe&amp;nbsp;um que tinha lá por casa e vou renovando com outros que tenho. &lt;br /&gt;
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Estes são os lápis com que ele costumava escrever. Eu fiquei com um para recordação.&lt;br /&gt;
Comentários? Estamos mesmo em crise!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div align="right" style="text-align: left;"&gt;Porque gosto! Tout à fait&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://i.ytimg.com/vi/v8gMAzEBAj0/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/v8gMAzEBAj0?f=videos&amp;c=google-webdrive-0&amp;app=youtube_gdata" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/v8gMAzEBAj0?f=videos&amp;c=google-webdrive-0&amp;app=youtube_gdata" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6356767652038136171-8029547052428344509?l=drawontheair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drawontheair.blogspot.com/feeds/8029547052428344509/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://drawontheair.blogspot.com/2011/01/o-que-faz-falta.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6356767652038136171/posts/default/8029547052428344509?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6356767652038136171/posts/default/8029547052428344509?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drawontheair.blogspot.com/2011/01/o-que-faz-falta.html' title='O que faz falta...'/><author><name>Daniela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11086189566867486754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13606562802530014031'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DkAMRHk7fyp7ImA9Wx9WFkk.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6356767652038136171.post-7623619543143322823</id><published>2011-01-20T22:48:00.005Z</published><updated>2011-01-21T21:19:45.707Z</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-01-21T21:19:45.707Z</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='curiosidades'/><title>DESCOBERTA MARAVILHOSA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: black;"&gt;Ao que parece, e segundo aquilo que li numa fotocópia de ciências da natureza do 8º ano, onde falava das relações inter e intraespecíficas dos animais, a fêmea do louva-a-deus - leiam bem - a fêmea do louva-a-deus come o macho&amp;nbsp;após do acto sexual. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: black;"&gt;É por causa destas merdas, ups,&amp;nbsp;destas cenas que a partir de agora a fêmea do louva-a-deus é o meu melhor amigo e tem o meu apoio para tudo. Amei conhecê-lo ! !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bichinho maravilhoso&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6356767652038136171-7623619543143322823?l=drawontheair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drawontheair.blogspot.com/feeds/7623619543143322823/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://drawontheair.blogspot.com/2011/01/descoberta-maravilhosa.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6356767652038136171/posts/default/7623619543143322823?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6356767652038136171/posts/default/7623619543143322823?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drawontheair.blogspot.com/2011/01/descoberta-maravilhosa.html' title='DESCOBERTA MARAVILHOSA'/><author><name>Daniela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11086189566867486754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13606562802530014031'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SdeL_X8IZm4/TTi2wbMKMRI/AAAAAAAAAFo/UsTdS-PeOXk/s72-c/220px-Praying_mantis_india.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;Ck8DSXY4eyp7ImA9Wx9VFE8.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6356767652038136171.post-940703997057050157</id><published>2011-01-18T11:54:00.004Z</published><updated>2011-01-30T20:54:38.833Z</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-01-30T20:54:38.833Z</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='profissionalmente'/><title>"Eu digo sempre a verdade"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Professora Daniela é o máximo e por isso está a tentar explicar à Joaninha (do 1º ano) qual a diferença entre NOVO&amp;nbsp;e NOVA.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Tu tens um pijama novo ou tens um pijama nova?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Eu tenho um pijama velho. Os meus pijamas são todos velhos, blablablablabla&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E esta:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Oh professora, você sabia que quando os homens conhecem as mulheres rapam o cabelo? O meu pai fez isso. A minha mãe gosta mais dos carecas.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6356767652038136171-940703997057050157?l=drawontheair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drawontheair.blogspot.com/feeds/940703997057050157/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://drawontheair.blogspot.com/2011/01/eu-digo-sempre-verdade.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6356767652038136171/posts/default/940703997057050157?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6356767652038136171/posts/default/940703997057050157?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drawontheair.blogspot.com/2011/01/eu-digo-sempre-verdade.html' title='&quot;Eu digo sempre a verdade&quot;'/><author><name>Daniela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11086189566867486754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13606562802530014031'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;C0IBQXY4cSp7ImA9Wx9VFk0.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6356767652038136171.post-8268697115411992531</id><published>2011-01-12T22:59:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-02-01T23:05:50.839Z</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-02-01T23:05:50.839Z</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='profissionalmente'/><title>PRESENTE DE NATAL</title><content type='html'>Parece que a menina Bruna (minha aluna,&amp;nbsp;ao que parece) ficou radiante com a agenda que lhe ofereceram no Natal porque, desde então, não a larga mais. &lt;br /&gt;
Já que é a agenda que ela&amp;nbsp;abre antes&amp;nbsp;de abrir os cadernos,&amp;nbsp;decidi ir cuscá-la para ver se encontrava algo realmente mais importante do que aquilo que poderia encontrar no caderno diário. Abri a página no meu dia de aniversario e&amp;nbsp;eis o que encontrei: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;"Faz anos a minha professora do &lt;em&gt;atael.&lt;/em&gt; Daniela"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Que kutshi.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;ps. É claro que ela sabe o meu dia de aniversario porque eu lho dissse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;ps 2. Atenção que eu fui cuscar, mas com a autorização da proprietária&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6356767652038136171-8268697115411992531?l=drawontheair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drawontheair.blogspot.com/feeds/8268697115411992531/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://drawontheair.blogspot.com/2011/01/presente-de-natal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6356767652038136171/posts/default/8268697115411992531?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6356767652038136171/posts/default/8268697115411992531?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drawontheair.blogspot.com/2011/01/presente-de-natal.html' title='PRESENTE DE NATAL'/><author><name>Daniela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11086189566867486754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13606562802530014031'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DEENQH46fip7ImA9Wx9XEEQ.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6356767652038136171.post-2962840733380764702</id><published>2011-01-03T14:03:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-01-03T23:18:11.016Z</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-01-03T23:18:11.016Z</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='em guima'/><title>Preservativos? Why Not?</title><content type='html'>Foram 3 os clientes premiados do dia. Todos eles com o mesmo tema e quase seguidos: comprar preservativos. Pois claro, começar o novo ano em grande.&lt;br /&gt;
(Eu estou na caixa onde estão os&amp;nbsp;preservativos)&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1º cliente:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Leva apenas um pacote de chicklets. Achei estranho. Quando chega a vez dele diz-me: &lt;br /&gt;
- Menina, eu queria uma caixa de preservativos. - e acena para eles&lt;br /&gt;
- Tá bem. Qual quer?&lt;br /&gt;
- Tanto faz. Um qualquer. Vocês fazem embrulhos? Era para embrulhar.&lt;br /&gt;
- Sim, eu já chamo uma colega.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2º cliente:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Tem aspecto de cigano.&lt;br /&gt;
- Menina quanto custa isto?&lt;br /&gt;
- O quê?&lt;br /&gt;
- Isto.&lt;br /&gt;
- Os preservativos?&lt;br /&gt;
- Sim.&lt;br /&gt;
- 5.69€ e 6.99€.&lt;br /&gt;
-&amp;nbsp;Ah, ta bem, Não quero, então.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;3º cliente:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Andou&amp;nbsp;à volta dos preservativos uma data de tempo, até que eu olhei para ele para ver se ele precisava de alguma coisa.&lt;br /&gt;
- Menina, eu estou a tentar tirar daqui uma caixa mas não consigo.&lt;br /&gt;
- Pois, tem de ser com chave. &lt;br /&gt;
- Eu tava a ver se conseguia tirar sem chave.&lt;br /&gt;
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What else? Entrou toda a gente com optimismo no novo ano...That's right!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6356767652038136171-2962840733380764702?l=drawontheair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drawontheair.blogspot.com/feeds/2962840733380764702/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://drawontheair.blogspot.com/2011/01/preservativos-why-not.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6356767652038136171/posts/default/2962840733380764702?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6356767652038136171/posts/default/2962840733380764702?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drawontheair.blogspot.com/2011/01/preservativos-why-not.html' title='Preservativos? Why Not?'/><author><name>Daniela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11086189566867486754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13606562802530014031'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DUcGRHo_eip7ImA9Wx9UFk0.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6356767652038136171.post-3623214188501362199</id><published>2010-12-21T19:27:00.004Z</published><updated>2011-02-13T14:23:45.442Z</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-02-13T14:23:45.442Z</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vídeos bonitos'/><title>VÁ LÁ SENHORAS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://3.gvt0.com/vi/YeMP0IAfHI8/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YeMP0IAfHI8&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YeMP0IAfHI8&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Este&amp;nbsp;post tem como fim primordial o comentário do Pi Ei. Esmera-te e não demores muito. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;A música é demais e é uma boca para&amp;nbsp;as senhoras. Vá lá, senhoras!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6356767652038136171-3623214188501362199?l=drawontheair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drawontheair.blogspot.com/feeds/3623214188501362199/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://drawontheair.blogspot.com/2010/12/este-e-um-post-po-my-friend-comentar.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6356767652038136171/posts/default/3623214188501362199?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6356767652038136171/posts/default/3623214188501362199?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drawontheair.blogspot.com/2010/12/este-e-um-post-po-my-friend-comentar.html' title='VÁ LÁ SENHORAS!'/><author><name>Daniela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11086189566867486754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13606562802530014031'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CUQNSHo5fip7ImA9Wx9SE04.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6356767652038136171.post-6269826892984266339</id><published>2010-12-02T23:43:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-12-02T23:43:19.426Z</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-12-02T23:43:19.426Z</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='em guima'/><title>PINHEIRO</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Pinheiro&lt;/strong&gt;: aquela festa dos estudantes vimaranenses que todos conhecem; que se comemora na noite do 29 de Novembro e que chove sempre; Onde se bebe muito e onde tambem se gasta muito.&lt;br /&gt;
Mais euro, menos euro nao faz diferença. &lt;br /&gt;
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Pois bem, uma miuda com aspecto de&amp;nbsp;inglesa, mas que era bem portuguesa, ofereceu-me 1€&amp;nbsp;à porta da casa de banho porque achava que o meu mini-bombo era uma terrina para colocar dinheiro. Tão querida.&lt;br /&gt;
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Deu para eu beber um fino e a ela não lhe fez diferença nenhuma. Se ela ler isto que me contacte para repetirmos mais vezes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6356767652038136171-6269826892984266339?l=drawontheair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drawontheair.blogspot.com/feeds/6269826892984266339/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://drawontheair.blogspot.com/2010/12/pinheiro.html#comment-form' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6356767652038136171/posts/default/6269826892984266339?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6356767652038136171/posts/default/6269826892984266339?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drawontheair.blogspot.com/2010/12/pinheiro.html' title='PINHEIRO'/><author><name>Daniela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11086189566867486754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13606562802530014031'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CU8FRnY_fCp7ImA9Wx9UEE4.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6356767652038136171.post-7297914439583118083</id><published>2010-11-24T21:58:00.022Z</published><updated>2011-02-06T23:10:17.844Z</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-02-06T23:10:17.844Z</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='profissionalmente'/><title>SÃO LINDOS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;São só 6&amp;nbsp;meninos mas são umas pestinhas.... E como não poderia deixar de ser, têm&amp;nbsp;algumas deixas de rir e para mais tarde recordar:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-&amp;nbsp;Ah, é verdade professora, você tem namorado? (Bruna)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- A professora é de Guimarães? Isso é muito longe. São p’rai 100Km. (Bruna)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- A professora é que tem um cabelo giro! (Daniela)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Que idade tem? Tem p’rai 20 e tal. Oh, diga. 30, 40? (todos)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Tou-me a portar bem? (Nuno)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- A professora tem umas calças giras. (Bruna)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- A professora zangada é perigosa, desculpe que lhe diga. (Bruna)~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;- Olá professora Daniela. Onde é que eu me sento? O que é que eu vou fazer? (Nuno)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;- Oh shit. Eu digo palavras em ingles sem saber. (Carlos)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;-&amp;nbsp;Ó professora! Ó stora! (Bruna)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Uia!!!! Oh professora, você tem as orelhas diferentes. (Daniela)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Eu já me esqueci, a professora tem namorado?&amp;nbsp;Por que é que chama "meu amor" ao Nuno? (Daniela)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Um P e um AI é PAI. Fui eu que inventei. Ninguém me ensinou. (Joana)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Tu consegues, Gonçalo. Tens de pensar no raciocínio. Ler muito bem e depois escrever (Nuno)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- O que é que a professsora vai pedir ao Pai-Natal? Um namorado embrulhado? (Daniela)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- O seu namorado deve ser parecido com o Nuno. (Gonçalo)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- A professora pintou os olhos. Tá diferente. (Daniela)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- A professora tem umas calças giras (Joana) (as mesmas calças de cima)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Essas calças ficam-lhe bem. (Bruna) (são outras calças)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Ó professora, como é que tens o cabelo tão comprido? (Joana)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Eu não quero ser gordo porque depois quando meter um fato de treino azul, na escola chamam-me baleia. (Carlos)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-&amp;nbsp;O seu verniz é cor de vinho? Não gosto. (Bruna)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Professora, sabe como se diz surpresa em chinês? "Txarãããããn" (Bruna)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;- Oh professora você tem umas calças giras. São iguais às da minha avó. (Joana)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- A professora hoje tá gira (Bruna)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Quando as mulheres gostam dos homens e os homens da mulheres, os homens cortam o cabelo. Ficam carecas. O meu pai fez isso. A minha mae gosta mais dos carecas. (Bruna)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;- A cadela do meu irmao percebe frances. Nós dizemos-lhe "bisou" e ela da-nos beijos. (Carlos)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Prometo novas actualizações ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6356767652038136171-7297914439583118083?l=drawontheair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drawontheair.blogspot.com/feeds/7297914439583118083/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://drawontheair.blogspot.com/2010/11/sao-lindos.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6356767652038136171/posts/default/7297914439583118083?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6356767652038136171/posts/default/7297914439583118083?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drawontheair.blogspot.com/2010/11/sao-lindos.html' title='SÃO LINDOS'/><author><name>Daniela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11086189566867486754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13606562802530014031'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;AkQEQH0zeCp7ImA9Wx9RFU4.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6356767652038136171.post-766777008344458062</id><published>2010-11-16T23:15:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-12-16T22:25:01.380Z</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-12-16T22:25:01.380Z</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dictionary'/><title>PALAVRA DO DIA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;CALAFRIOS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Substantivo masculino, no plural. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;1. Sensação de&amp;nbsp;calor interno com arrepios externos.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;2. Sensação de frio interno com calores externos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Eu sei o que são calafrios!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6356767652038136171-766777008344458062?l=drawontheair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drawontheair.blogspot.com/feeds/766777008344458062/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://drawontheair.blogspot.com/2010/11/calafrios.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6356767652038136171/posts/default/766777008344458062?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6356767652038136171/posts/default/766777008344458062?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drawontheair.blogspot.com/2010/11/calafrios.html' title='PALAVRA DO DIA'/><author><name>Daniela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11086189566867486754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13606562802530014031'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;AkIBQHYyeyp7ImA9Wx5aGEs.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6356767652038136171.post-3281055620907131894</id><published>2010-11-02T13:53:00.011Z</published><updated>2010-11-16T00:49:11.893Z</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-11-16T00:49:11.893Z</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mi vida'/><title>PRENÚNCIO DE MORTE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: black;"&gt;O rádio está sintonizado no 102.0 (ou no 99.2?). However! Não me lembro que música estava a ouvir mas gostava. A estrada já me conhece dado que passo lá todos os dias. Aquela curva também já me conhece.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Eram, aproximadamente, 20:50 quando aquele carro me levava até casa depois de 1 dia de trabalho. Estou sozinha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Após uma recta, avisto 1 cão que se atravessa na próxima curva para a esquerda. Assusto-me, travo e falo sozinha: "Aaaaah, sai cão". Quando me aproximo da curva tento desviar-me do cão e tenho a sensação que o cão pára no meio da estrada. Então desvio-me para a direita, onde há 1 largo de terra. Nesse momento o cão corre para a direita e eu estou a gritar. Antes de entrar no largo vejo&amp;nbsp;uma árvore e tento virar o máximo para a direita para me desviar dela. Seja qual for a razão, o carro não me obedeceu e teimou em ir em frente. Continuo a gritar e penso que isso não me está a acontecer. " Vou morrer". Mas morrer literalmente e não como se morre nos jogos de computador. "É o meu fim. Vou morrer". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Pelos vistos o pneus já estavam a chiar e só pararam quando embato contra a árvore e se dá 1 estrondo descomunal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Nesse momento tive ainda mais certeza de que ia morrer. Sinto alguma coisa quente a bater na minha cara e logo a seguir fumaça e 1 cheiro a queimado intolerável. O airbag. "Não acredito. Meu Deus!" Tento sair imediatamente do carro mas a porta não abria. Saio pela outra porta com uma respiração de morrer. Tenho as pernas e as mãos a tremerem. Abro a porta do passageiro e procuro o meu telemóvel. Estou completamente em pânico. Sinto passos, olho para trás e assusto-me. O meu coração bate a toda a velocidade. Pensei que era o cão que me queria atacar mas era um homem. Digno de filme porque há sempre alguém onde achamos que não há ninguém.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;"Não se assuste menina. Você está bem? Eu só tou aqui para ajudar."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Continuo com a respiração ofegante. "Eu&amp;nbsp;não encontro&amp;nbsp;o meu telemóvel". Encontrei-o. Liguei à Olga: "Olga, tive um acidente brutal....."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Atrás do homem veio outro e mais duas mulheres (possivelmente dois casais) com 1 copo de água com açúcar e um banco para eu me sentar. Muito prestáveis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Doía-me o nariz. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Fui ver a frente do carro: totalmente destruída e&amp;nbsp;vidro estalado. A "coisinha" onde se mete o cinto de segurança também sofreu danos, vá-se lá saber porquê. Ainda não tinha caído em mim e muito menos acreditava no que estava a acontecer. Respiração ainda muito acelerada. As 4 pessoas consolavam-me. Os meus pais chegaram. O pronto socorro chegou. 1h30m no local. As lágrimas persistiam. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Se a árvore não estivesse ali, provavelmente a lama ajudaria a travar o carro. Por outro lado, se não houvesse largo de terra teria embatido contra a valeta e&amp;nbsp;teria sido&amp;nbsp;pior.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Estou viva mas suspeito que foi alguma bruxa que me amaldiçoou, uma vez que tudo aconteceu no Dia das Bruxas (agora estou a gozar). A boa notícia é que ia sozinha. Que trauma pa vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Nessa noite sonhei com atentados (e eu&amp;nbsp;estava no local). Em vez de 1 avião, era 1 helicóptero a cair-me em cima.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;No dia seguinte os meus clientes tiveram a infelicidade de me ver com as lágrimas nos olhos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Agora não tenho como me deslocar para o trabalho............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6356767652038136171-3281055620907131894?l=drawontheair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drawontheair.blogspot.com/feeds/3281055620907131894/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://drawontheair.blogspot.com/2010/11/prenuncio-de-morte.html#comment-form' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6356767652038136171/posts/default/3281055620907131894?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6356767652038136171/posts/default/3281055620907131894?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drawontheair.blogspot.com/2010/11/prenuncio-de-morte.html' title='PRENÚNCIO DE MORTE'/><author><name>Daniela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11086189566867486754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13606562802530014031'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CE4NSHY-eSp7ImA9Wx5UFkw.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6356767652038136171.post-8912827216112552490</id><published>2010-10-20T22:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T23:16:39.851+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-10-20T23:16:39.851+01:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='conselhos'/><title>É tudo uma questão de estratégia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SdeL_X8IZm4/TL9ow6sMCmI/AAAAAAAAAEU/Mgso8B7bpVM/s1600/ATT00011101010.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="149" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SdeL_X8IZm4/TL9ow6sMCmI/AAAAAAAAAEU/Mgso8B7bpVM/s200/ATT00011101010.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Há tantos burros a mandar &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;em homens de inteligência, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;que às vezes fico a pensar, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;se a burrice não será uma ciência."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;(António Aleixo)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6356767652038136171-8912827216112552490?l=drawontheair.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drawontheair.blogspot.com/feeds/8912827216112552490/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://drawontheair.blogspot.com/2010/10/em-qeq-ficamos.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6356767652038136171/posts/default/8912827216112552490?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6356767652038136171/posts/default/8912827216112552490?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drawontheair.blogspot.com/2010/10/em-qeq-ficamos.html' title='É tudo uma questão de estratégia'/><author><name>Daniela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11086189566867486754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13606562802530014031'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SdeL_X8IZm4/TL9ow6sMCmI/AAAAAAAAAEU/Mgso8B7bpVM/s72-c/ATT00011101010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>