<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26257511</id><updated>2012-02-04T09:02:28.437Z</updated><title type='text'>Butterfly Effect</title><subtitle type='html'>Passado, presente, futuro!
Primavera, Verão, Outono, Inverno!
segundos, horas, dias, meses, anos, décadas, séculos, milénios!
Assim é a vida... um mix de correrias, emoções, aventuras, tristezas, alegrias, amores... uma busca constante pela eterna felicidade!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-runaway-life.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26257511/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-runaway-life.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Marisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13819227446624201942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7Ns-ClX5FU8/R8Xou1aZV3I/AAAAAAAAABU/nVYvqU0vxHU/S220/Imagem+052_edited2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>43</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26257511.post-8335897223407201585</id><published>2009-12-28T01:30:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-12-28T01:36:42.000Z</updated><title type='text'>Feliz Natal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ns-ClX5FU8/SzgLaeFma3I/AAAAAAAAALs/-2eSN-HaqFQ/s1600-h/You+believe+Santa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 441px; height: 436px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ns-ClX5FU8/SzgLaeFma3I/AAAAAAAAALs/-2eSN-HaqFQ/s400/You+believe+Santa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420094700921449330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ns-ClX5FU8/SzgKfLRO4LI/AAAAAAAAALk/HSVvWX86uQY/s1600-h/You+believe+Santa.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26257511-8335897223407201585?l=the-runaway-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-runaway-life.blogspot.com/feeds/8335897223407201585/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26257511&amp;postID=8335897223407201585&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26257511/posts/default/8335897223407201585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26257511/posts/default/8335897223407201585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-runaway-life.blogspot.com/2009/12/feliz-natal.html' title='Feliz Natal'/><author><name>Marisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13819227446624201942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7Ns-ClX5FU8/R8Xou1aZV3I/AAAAAAAAABU/nVYvqU0vxHU/S220/Imagem+052_edited2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ns-ClX5FU8/SzgLaeFma3I/AAAAAAAAALs/-2eSN-HaqFQ/s72-c/You+believe+Santa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26257511.post-2860711115877488072</id><published>2009-12-13T20:11:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-12-13T20:28:59.266Z</updated><title type='text'>Angry</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ns-ClX5FU8/SyVMQ3sWmsI/AAAAAAAAALc/aRrGWmtnQTs/s1600-h/angry_woman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 285px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ns-ClX5FU8/SyVMQ3sWmsI/AAAAAAAAALc/aRrGWmtnQTs/s400/angry_woman.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414817979694488258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's wrong with the world...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People livin' like they ain't got no mamas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the whole world addicted to the drama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Only attracted to things that'll bring you trauma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Overseas, yeah, we try to stop terrorism&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; But we still got terrorists here livin'&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; In the USA, the big CIA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; The Bloods and The Crips and the KKK&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if you only have love for your own race&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you only leave space to discriminate&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to discriminate only generates hate&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when you hate then you're bound to get irate, yeah&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Badness is what you demonstrate&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's exactly how anger works and operates&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You gotta have love just to set it straight&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take control of your mind and meditate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; People killing, people dying&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Children hurt and you hear them crying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; would you practice what you preach&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or would you turn the other cheek&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It just ain't the same, always unchanged&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New days are strange, is the world insane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; If love and peace is so strong&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are there pieces of love that don't belong&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nations droppin' bombs&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chemical gasses fillin' lungs of little ones&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the on going suffering as the youth die young&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; So ask yourself is the loving really gone&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I could ask myself really what is going wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; In this world that we livin' in people keep on giving in&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making wrong decisions, only visions of them dividends&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not respecting each other, deny they brother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; A war is going on but the reason's undercover&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth is kept secret, it's swept under the rug&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you never know truth then you never know love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel the weight of the world on my shoulder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As I'm getting older, y'all, people gets colder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Most of us only care about money making&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Selfishness got us followin' in the wrong direction&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wrong information always shown by the media&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Negative images is the main criteria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Infecting the young minds faster than bacteria&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kids act like what they see in the cinema&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Yo',&lt;br /&gt;whatever happened to the values of humanity&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever happened to the fairness in equality&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Instead in spreading love we spreading animosity&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lack of understanding, leading lives away from unity&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the reason why sometimes I'm feeling under&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the reason why sometimes I'm feeling down&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no wonder why sometimes I'm feeling under&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta keep my faith alive till love is found&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26257511-2860711115877488072?l=the-runaway-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-runaway-life.blogspot.com/feeds/2860711115877488072/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26257511&amp;postID=2860711115877488072&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26257511/posts/default/2860711115877488072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26257511/posts/default/2860711115877488072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-runaway-life.blogspot.com/2009/12/angry.html' title='Angry'/><author><name>Marisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13819227446624201942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7Ns-ClX5FU8/R8Xou1aZV3I/AAAAAAAAABU/nVYvqU0vxHU/S220/Imagem+052_edited2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ns-ClX5FU8/SyVMQ3sWmsI/AAAAAAAAALc/aRrGWmtnQTs/s72-c/angry_woman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26257511.post-7421916614140963477</id><published>2009-12-13T19:44:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-12-13T20:10:06.496Z</updated><title type='text'>Trust</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ns-ClX5FU8/SyVJ0cO6KFI/AAAAAAAAALU/BgDsrdFW1i8/s1600-h/trust.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 176px; height: 132px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ns-ClX5FU8/SyVJ0cO6KFI/AAAAAAAAALU/BgDsrdFW1i8/s200/trust.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414815292263639122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A existência de confiança é a base das relações saudáveis!&lt;br /&gt;Sejam elas familiares, de amizade, amorosas, profissionais (etc.), certo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claro que há relações que subsistem sem este aspecto... mas mantém-se saudáveis, puras, dignas?&lt;br /&gt;Claro que não!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cada um sabe de si... para mim não faz sentido. E tenho dito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E aí vem a dita questão... E quando se trai a confiança assumida?&lt;br /&gt;A bela da imaturidade faz-me automaticamente pensar... PAGARÁS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um 2º pensamento leva-me à subtil mudança... A vingança serve-se fria!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais tarde a calma chega e tudo tem outra luz...&lt;br /&gt;A pensar lá chegaremos, mas uma coisa é certa... Nada será o mesmo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já não há brilho... só desilusão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next steps: plano em curso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26257511-7421916614140963477?l=the-runaway-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-runaway-life.blogspot.com/feeds/7421916614140963477/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26257511&amp;postID=7421916614140963477&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26257511/posts/default/7421916614140963477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26257511/posts/default/7421916614140963477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-runaway-life.blogspot.com/2009/12/trust.html' title='Trust'/><author><name>Marisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13819227446624201942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7Ns-ClX5FU8/R8Xou1aZV3I/AAAAAAAAABU/nVYvqU0vxHU/S220/Imagem+052_edited2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ns-ClX5FU8/SyVJ0cO6KFI/AAAAAAAAALU/BgDsrdFW1i8/s72-c/trust.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26257511.post-6532495789717472201</id><published>2009-12-13T19:16:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-12-13T19:42:52.074Z</updated><title type='text'>Mal entendidos</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;O que seríamos de nós sem estes mal entendidos que nos atormentam?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mal entendidos esses que nos chocalham e fazem relembrar que nada é linear...  que as nossas convicções podem estar erradas, ou pelo menos não é fácil "acertar na muge"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Uma coisa é certa.. há aspectos positivos e negativos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;E quando não é possível apagar, deletar o que ficou traçado, o irreparável erro?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Quando boca fala depressa demais, a escrita flui fervorosa e veloz, quando o corpo age, quando a espontaneidade nos trai?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Maldita imaturidade impulsiva!! Tudo predispõe um determinado comportamento quando a mente é pequena e não avalia todas as dimensões! E nós caimos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;É nestas alturas que parar para pensar é crítico... analisar a situação, avaliar as hipóteses e NÃO AGIR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Não sabemos tudo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;E isso sim é algo impossível... saber tudo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Next steps... moving on!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ns-ClX5FU8/SyVDRgZWU1I/AAAAAAAAALM/1rwjZt3jJzU/s1600-h/footprints-sand-beach-sunrise.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ns-ClX5FU8/SyVDRgZWU1I/AAAAAAAAALM/1rwjZt3jJzU/s320/footprints-sand-beach-sunrise.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414808095015981906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26257511-6532495789717472201?l=the-runaway-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-runaway-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6532495789717472201/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26257511&amp;postID=6532495789717472201&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26257511/posts/default/6532495789717472201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26257511/posts/default/6532495789717472201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-runaway-life.blogspot.com/2009/12/mal-entendidos.html' title='Mal entendidos'/><author><name>Marisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13819227446624201942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7Ns-ClX5FU8/R8Xou1aZV3I/AAAAAAAAABU/nVYvqU0vxHU/S220/Imagem+052_edited2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ns-ClX5FU8/SyVDRgZWU1I/AAAAAAAAALM/1rwjZt3jJzU/s72-c/footprints-sand-beach-sunrise.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26257511.post-8467675344249616193</id><published>2009-12-01T19:25:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-12-01T19:51:55.011Z</updated><title type='text'>Sonhar...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Há quem diga que sonhar é um reflexo do subconsciente...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;...algo que nos atormenta, que nos persegue, algo pelo qual anseamos, algo que nos ultrapassa, algo que nos faz feliz, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Há quem diga que um sonho pode significar algo mais...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;...um aviso, um alerta, um presságio de que algo vai acontecer, o futuro, passado ou presente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Há quem diga que sonhar faz bem...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... que nos alimenta a alma, que nos faz sentir confiantes e que nos reconforta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Há quem diga que sonhar é um pesadelo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... o terror, a ameaça, a aventura stressante, a correria, o pânico, a perseguição.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ns-ClX5FU8/SxVx-z3Nb7I/AAAAAAAAAKg/CWC0PsUEZzg/s1600/sonho.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 166px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ns-ClX5FU8/SxVx-z3Nb7I/AAAAAAAAAKg/CWC0PsUEZzg/s320/sonho.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410355851243122610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;O meu foi reconfortante, apaziguador, a esperança...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Interpretações à parte... vale o que vale.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Será que haverá mesmo alguma mensagem subjacente a um sonho? Algo que devemos interpretar e apreender?&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não me parece, afinal para o mesmo elemento há interpretações completamente dispares.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Uniformizem-se minha gente!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you soon&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_7Ns-ClX5FU8/RXx9KSwkHiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HeHnugTUfoQ/smileBody%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 38px; height: 69px;" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_7Ns-ClX5FU8/RXx9KSwkHiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HeHnugTUfoQ/smileBody%5B1%5D.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marisa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26257511-8467675344249616193?l=the-runaway-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-runaway-life.blogspot.com/feeds/8467675344249616193/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26257511&amp;postID=8467675344249616193&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26257511/posts/default/8467675344249616193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26257511/posts/default/8467675344249616193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-runaway-life.blogspot.com/2009/12/sonhar.html' title='Sonhar...'/><author><name>Marisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13819227446624201942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7Ns-ClX5FU8/R8Xou1aZV3I/AAAAAAAAABU/nVYvqU0vxHU/S220/Imagem+052_edited2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ns-ClX5FU8/SxVx-z3Nb7I/AAAAAAAAAKg/CWC0PsUEZzg/s72-c/sonho.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26257511.post-4415276515289703125</id><published>2009-11-29T12:42:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-11-29T12:46:46.330Z</updated><title type='text'>Girl's effect</title><content type='html'>It's no big deal,&lt;br /&gt;Just the future of humanity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WIvmE4_KMNw&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WIvmE4_KMNw&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26257511-4415276515289703125?l=the-runaway-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-runaway-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4415276515289703125/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26257511&amp;postID=4415276515289703125&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26257511/posts/default/4415276515289703125'/><link rel='self' 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href="http://mob155.photobucket.com/albums/s299/sittin9duck/simpsons_scream_lo-Copy.jpg?t=1242305642"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 201px; height: 201px;" src="http://mob155.photobucket.com/albums/s299/sittin9duck/simpsons_scream_lo-Copy.jpg?t=1242305642" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Não que o blog sirva de desabafo, mas ajuda!&lt;br /&gt;Há dias que o cansaço é tão extremo que mesmo que não se queira a máquina começa a falhar.&lt;br /&gt;O corpo anseia por uma cama, e a mente por um desligar da consciência!&lt;br /&gt;E eu apetece-me gritar... é assustador!&lt;br /&gt;Alguém grita comigo?&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obrigada é o que eu digo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And see you soon, maybe!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26257511-538713999233061054?l=the-runaway-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-runaway-life.blogspot.com/feeds/538713999233061054/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26257511&amp;postID=538713999233061054&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26257511/posts/default/538713999233061054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26257511/posts/default/538713999233061054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-runaway-life.blogspot.com/2009/11/shutting-down.html' title='Shutting down'/><author><name>Marisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13819227446624201942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7Ns-ClX5FU8/R8Xou1aZV3I/AAAAAAAAABU/nVYvqU0vxHU/S220/Imagem+052_edited2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26257511.post-3670133807239926792</id><published>2009-05-12T22:47:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T23:02:11.922+01:00</updated><title type='text'>SHIT HAPPENS!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i180.photobucket.com/albums/x35/KingNedo/ShitHappens.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 206px; height: 176px;" src="http://i180.photobucket.com/albums/x35/KingNedo/ShitHappens.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nada acontece por acaso?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Será?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Então eu pergunto-me... Porquê?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.granite5.com/imagelibrary/why_choose_us_300.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 167px;" src="http://www.granite5.com/imagelibrary/why_choose_us_300.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26257511-3670133807239926792?l=the-runaway-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-runaway-life.blogspot.com/feeds/3670133807239926792/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26257511&amp;postID=3670133807239926792&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26257511/posts/default/3670133807239926792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26257511/posts/default/3670133807239926792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-runaway-life.blogspot.com/2009/05/shit-happens.html' title='SHIT HAPPENS!!!'/><author><name>Marisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13819227446624201942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7Ns-ClX5FU8/R8Xou1aZV3I/AAAAAAAAABU/nVYvqU0vxHU/S220/Imagem+052_edited2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26257511.post-3489212969542736579</id><published>2009-03-09T22:17:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-03-09T22:22:27.238Z</updated><title type='text'>Hi...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.colivre.coop.br/pub/Aurium/PalestraSVG/smile_g.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 201px;" src="http://www.colivre.coop.br/pub/Aurium/PalestraSVG/smile_g.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back....... at least for Now!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*E desculpem o inglês... não sei de onde vem isto tudo. É que nem tenho as razões da minha amiga Nim! Enfim... vá-se lá saber!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26257511-3489212969542736579?l=the-runaway-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-runaway-life.blogspot.com/feeds/3489212969542736579/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26257511&amp;postID=3489212969542736579&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26257511/posts/default/3489212969542736579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26257511/posts/default/3489212969542736579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-runaway-life.blogspot.com/2009/03/hi.html' title='Hi...'/><author><name>Marisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13819227446624201942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7Ns-ClX5FU8/R8Xou1aZV3I/AAAAAAAAABU/nVYvqU0vxHU/S220/Imagem+052_edited2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26257511.post-748211990536958175</id><published>2009-03-09T22:03:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-03-09T22:16:53.388Z</updated><title type='text'>Vida de estagiária é difícil... pssst</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://eu.inmagine.com/img/westend61/wses044/wses044141.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 135px; height: 203px;" src="http://eu.inmagine.com/img/westend61/wses044/wses044141.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mais 6 meses!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;É &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; oportunidade, a última!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Não sei se fico feliz ou se choro!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;É que isto de ser estagiária já começa a dar comichão!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bom, eu nunca fui de fugir a um bom desafio, e este é sem dúvida um grande desafio!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A independência só me tem dado trabalho!!! Mas eu não sou assim porque quero caramba!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Wish me luck (part III and final)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26257511-748211990536958175?l=the-runaway-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-runaway-life.blogspot.com/feeds/748211990536958175/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26257511&amp;postID=748211990536958175&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26257511/posts/default/748211990536958175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26257511/posts/default/748211990536958175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-runaway-life.blogspot.com/2009/03/vida-de-estagiaria-e-dificil-pssst.html' title='Vida de estagiária é difícil... pssst'/><author><name>Marisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13819227446624201942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7Ns-ClX5FU8/R8Xou1aZV3I/AAAAAAAAABU/nVYvqU0vxHU/S220/Imagem+052_edited2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26257511.post-7896578522589206991</id><published>2009-03-09T21:41:00.006Z</published><updated>2009-03-09T22:01:46.305Z</updated><title type='text'>Babies are coming to Town!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.annegeddes.com/shop/Assets/International/globe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 460px; height: 235px;" src="http://www.annegeddes.com/shop/Assets/International/globe.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;IUPIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm so happy. A baby arrived to the family!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como não estar feliz, contente?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tinha de estar...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ver bebés a surgir, faz pular o instinto maternal... não para já, mas lá que se sente, sente!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E vivam as mulheres (em homenagem ao dia da mulher) e vivam as mães, responsáveis pela coisinhas mais fofas que eu já vi.&lt;br /&gt;Sim os pais também são, mas god knows why we (woman) have the power... we deserve it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ah e viva a Anne Geddes também!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;YEAHHH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26257511-7896578522589206991?l=the-runaway-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-runaway-life.blogspot.com/feeds/7896578522589206991/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26257511&amp;postID=7896578522589206991&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26257511/posts/default/7896578522589206991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26257511/posts/default/7896578522589206991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-runaway-life.blogspot.com/2009/03/babies-are-coming-to-town.html' title='Babies are coming to Town!'/><author><name>Marisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13819227446624201942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7Ns-ClX5FU8/R8Xou1aZV3I/AAAAAAAAABU/nVYvqU0vxHU/S220/Imagem+052_edited2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26257511.post-8654775978145218172</id><published>2008-09-29T20:02:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T21:13:21.083+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun Baby!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Haja dias animados!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Animados porquê? Porque no meio da correria infernal escapa uma gargalhada, e outra e outra... Livre e desinibida lá vai ela... alegre... relaxante... animadora!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://eu.inmagine.com/img/photodisc/pdsi004/pdsi004675.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 178px; height: 237px;" src="http://eu.inmagine.com/img/photodisc/pdsi004/pdsi004675.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;São esses os momentos que valem a pena e que nos fazem acreditar que estamos... happy? (well sort of...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hoje foi o dia dos rebentos! Rebentos fofos, lindos, perfeitos, felizes e inocentes! baby day! Cute little things...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mais uma certeza... quero ser mãe... not nowwwwwww..... mas um dia!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Numa empresa em que o culto à barriga de grávida é um hábito, todo o cuidado é pouco! Mas lá que as minhas grávidas são umas fofas, ah sem dúvida nenhuma!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Enfim foi bom! Filhos dos outros.... venham de lá eles!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Kisses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26257511-8654775978145218172?l=the-runaway-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-runaway-life.blogspot.com/feeds/8654775978145218172/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26257511&amp;postID=8654775978145218172&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26257511/posts/default/8654775978145218172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26257511/posts/default/8654775978145218172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-runaway-life.blogspot.com/2008/09/fun-baby.html' title='Fun Baby!'/><author><name>Marisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13819227446624201942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7Ns-ClX5FU8/R8Xou1aZV3I/AAAAAAAAABU/nVYvqU0vxHU/S220/Imagem+052_edited2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26257511.post-1867438937887655509</id><published>2008-09-22T12:49:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T13:24:00.499+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Potencial crash!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Isto não está fácil!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;6 meses volvidos e cai-me o "Carmo e a Trindade" em cima.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Vejamos o positivo... a experiência só poderá ser enriquecedora! Mas no meio de projectos especiais, materiais de 3 produtos (3 produtos em que 2 deles são parcerias com outras empresas), lançamento de um mega-trial, apoio na organização de eventos e presença nos mesmos, participação nas reuniões dos 3 produtos+reuniões da companhia... será que vou sobreviver? (Claro que sim!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://eu.inmagine.com/img/imagezoo/iz007/iz007040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 171px; height: 215px;" src="http://eu.inmagine.com/img/imagezoo/iz007/iz007040.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Seja como for já estou a gostar. Faz-me recordar os velhos tempos de correria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Agora é que vou ter de demonstrar o que valho, para que daqui a 6 meses me digam... "Queremos contractá-la"(claro, numa posição para além de trainee)!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Wish me luck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;See you soon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26257511-1867438937887655509?l=the-runaway-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-runaway-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1867438937887655509/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26257511&amp;postID=1867438937887655509&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26257511/posts/default/1867438937887655509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26257511/posts/default/1867438937887655509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-runaway-life.blogspot.com/2008/09/potencial-crash.html' title='Potencial crash!'/><author><name>Marisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13819227446624201942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7Ns-ClX5FU8/R8Xou1aZV3I/AAAAAAAAABU/nVYvqU0vxHU/S220/Imagem+052_edited2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26257511.post-7825671763592562120</id><published>2008-09-21T14:31:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T14:35:40.514+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Zoom Zoom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ns-ClX5FU8/SNZNNCy7qBI/AAAAAAAAACc/LqIz9yDLXEg/s1600-h/l_zoom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 346px; height: 346px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ns-ClX5FU8/SNZNNCy7qBI/AAAAAAAAACc/LqIz9yDLXEg/s320/l_zoom.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248467302231025682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26257511-7825671763592562120?l=the-runaway-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-runaway-life.blogspot.com/feeds/7825671763592562120/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26257511&amp;postID=7825671763592562120&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26257511/posts/default/7825671763592562120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26257511/posts/default/7825671763592562120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-runaway-life.blogspot.com/2008/09/zoom-zoom.html' title='Zoom Zoom'/><author><name>Marisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13819227446624201942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7Ns-ClX5FU8/R8Xou1aZV3I/AAAAAAAAABU/nVYvqU0vxHU/S220/Imagem+052_edited2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7Ns-ClX5FU8/SNZNNCy7qBI/AAAAAAAAACc/LqIz9yDLXEg/s72-c/l_zoom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26257511.post-5577254113313662905</id><published>2008-05-02T13:58:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T13:32:09.138+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Responsabilidade</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Deixa-me cá recordar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Beber muitos líquidos - Que líquidos?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Não fazer esforços - humm já tenho desculpa para não ir ao gym&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Não beber bebidas alcoólicas nas próximas 24h - Bolas, afinal não é qq líquido. Opa, logo a uma 6ª feira?!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Não fumar no espaço de 1h - nem numa hora, nem nunca... assim é que devia ser!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Manter o curativo durante 4h?!? Uhhh onde é que já vai o penso! Não avisam...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Evitar expor-se ao sol, ou permanecer demasiado tempo em pé - Novamente 6ª feira... não vai ser fácil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Evitar locais mal ventilados - o autobus conta?! Hum?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;período de repouso de 24 horas... já estou a contar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Confesso que não são os benefícios, nem qq outra desculpa que me impelem, mas sim um sentimento inexplicável de um bem maior atingido...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Afinal... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sangue, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dei vida&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.portaldocidadao.pt/NR/rdonlyres/93AF5B4B-8A73-402F-A0E4-4D223BD1E05F/1215/IPS_logo.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 201px; height: 133px;" src="http://www.portaldocidadao.pt/NR/rdonlyres/93AF5B4B-8A73-402F-A0E4-4D223BD1E05F/1215/IPS_logo.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26257511-5577254113313662905?l=the-runaway-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-runaway-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5577254113313662905/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26257511&amp;postID=5577254113313662905&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26257511/posts/default/5577254113313662905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26257511/posts/default/5577254113313662905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-runaway-life.blogspot.com/2008/05/responsabilidade.html' title='Responsabilidade'/><author><name>Marisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13819227446624201942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7Ns-ClX5FU8/R8Xou1aZV3I/AAAAAAAAABU/nVYvqU0vxHU/S220/Imagem+052_edited2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26257511.post-1968266667800816114</id><published>2008-05-02T13:41:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T13:56:44.952+01:00</updated><title type='text'>FELIZ ANIVERSÁRIO</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Pois é... Veneza já lá vai... &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Isto de viajar em trabalho não compensa!&lt;br /&gt;Deu para atiçar o gosto de lá voltar... já não é mau! :)&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bom e agora é tempo de dar os parabéns ao blog!!! &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Fez dia 25 Abril dois aninhos!!!!! EHHEHEH&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7Ns-ClX5FU8/SBsPEUYWPtI/AAAAAAAAACU/nV_4Jomp41o/s1600-h/051118_bolo2anos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 223px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7Ns-ClX5FU8/SBsPEUYWPtI/AAAAAAAAACU/nV_4Jomp41o/s320/051118_bolo2anos.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195763161966722770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Apetecia mesmo fazer uma viagem de comemoração!!&lt;br /&gt;Será que alguém se voluntaria a pagar-me? Não? Ohhhhhhhh&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Gente forreta!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Uno baci!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26257511-1968266667800816114?l=the-runaway-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-runaway-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1968266667800816114/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26257511&amp;postID=1968266667800816114&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26257511/posts/default/1968266667800816114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26257511/posts/default/1968266667800816114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-runaway-life.blogspot.com/2008/05/feliz-aniversrio.html' title='FELIZ ANIVERSÁRIO'/><author><name>Marisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13819227446624201942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7Ns-ClX5FU8/R8Xou1aZV3I/AAAAAAAAABU/nVYvqU0vxHU/S220/Imagem+052_edited2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7Ns-ClX5FU8/SBsPEUYWPtI/AAAAAAAAACU/nV_4Jomp41o/s72-c/051118_bolo2anos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26257511.post-7800565185801661005</id><published>2008-04-08T23:18:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T23:27:17.321+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Surprise trip!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;IUPIIIII !!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Daqui a uma semana já não estou por cá... eheh&lt;br /&gt;Assim vale a pena! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.classicaltours.net/tours/wp-content/uploads/2007/03/VENEZIA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.classicaltours.net/tours/wp-content/uploads/2007/03/VENEZIA.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26257511-7800565185801661005?l=the-runaway-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-runaway-life.blogspot.com/feeds/7800565185801661005/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26257511&amp;postID=7800565185801661005&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26257511/posts/default/7800565185801661005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26257511/posts/default/7800565185801661005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-runaway-life.blogspot.com/2008/04/surprise-trip.html' title='Surprise trip!'/><author><name>Marisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13819227446624201942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7Ns-ClX5FU8/R8Xou1aZV3I/AAAAAAAAABU/nVYvqU0vxHU/S220/Imagem+052_edited2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26257511.post-2229230139125416713</id><published>2008-03-23T10:54:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-03-23T11:40:33.171Z</updated><title type='text'>Mais uma Páscoa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://eu.inmagine.com/img/digitalvision/dvs087/dvs087613.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 336px;" src="http://eu.inmagine.com/img/digitalvision/dvs087/dvs087613.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Já estamos na páscoa?!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Parece que este ano está tudo acelerado e com pressa de acontecer!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;O tempo é relativo e portanto pode ser apenas impressão minha.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E valha-nos mais um feriado religioso:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Como o calendário judeu é baseado na Lua, a Páscoa cristã passa a ser móvel no calendário cristão, assim como as demais datas referentes a Páscoa, tanto na Igreja Católica como nas Igrejas Protestantes e Igrejas Ortodoxas:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A Páscoa é um feriado móvel que serve de referência para outras datas. É calculado como sendo o primeiro domingo após a lua cheia seguinte à entrada do equinócio de outono no hemisfério sul ou o equinócio de primavera no hemisfério norte, podendo ocorrer entre 22 de março e 25 de abril.&lt;/span&gt;" &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;in Wikipédia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ovos da Páscoa, amêndoas, folares, chocolates e outras iguarias da época fazem as delícias de toda a gente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Há tradições e tradições: mais de 500 homens de Viana do Castelo juntam-se para um tradicional almoço do bife (em que mulheres não entram). Tinha de ser no domingo de Páscoa?! Não havia outro dia?! Eheh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Enfim, toca a aproveitar, nem que seja com os habituais almoços de família.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feliz domingo de Páscoa! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26257511-2229230139125416713?l=the-runaway-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-runaway-life.blogspot.com/feeds/2229230139125416713/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26257511&amp;postID=2229230139125416713&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26257511/posts/default/2229230139125416713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26257511/posts/default/2229230139125416713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-runaway-life.blogspot.com/2008/03/mais-uma-pscoa.html' title='Mais uma Páscoa'/><author><name>Marisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13819227446624201942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7Ns-ClX5FU8/R8Xou1aZV3I/AAAAAAAAABU/nVYvqU0vxHU/S220/Imagem+052_edited2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26257511.post-9167996939085621136</id><published>2008-03-21T10:28:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-03-21T10:45:55.837Z</updated><title type='text'>New Job!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Puff... uma semana já foi!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Bom tive sorte, afinal só trabalhei 2 dias e meio!! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://eu.inmagine.com/img/brandxpictures/bxsi016/bxp237575.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 236px; height: 314px;" src="http://eu.inmagine.com/img/brandxpictures/bxsi016/bxp237575.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nem foi bem trabalhar, foi um estudar intensivo, ai  ai !! PA, Coração,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; artér&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ias e arteríolas, Rim, SRAA,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; esfingomanómetro, ARAs, IECAs, beta-bloqueadores, BCC, etc. que martírio!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Bom por lado pode ser que finalmente entre tudo de vez!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mas apercebi-me que custa sair de um sítio em que se gosta de trabalhar e ir para um completamente diferente. Comparações são inevitáveis!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mas vendo bem as coisas, apesar do trabalho arrasador que vou ter neste novo poiso, acho que vai ser bom trabalhar ali!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mas as saudadecas das chefinhas e das amigas são mais que muitas!!! buahhhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Vai ser difícil, mas chego lá!! Wish me luck! Espero chegar viva ao fim de maio.... :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Au revoir!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26257511-9167996939085621136?l=the-runaway-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-runaway-life.blogspot.com/feeds/9167996939085621136/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26257511&amp;postID=9167996939085621136&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26257511/posts/default/9167996939085621136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26257511/posts/default/9167996939085621136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-runaway-life.blogspot.com/2008/03/new-job.html' title='New Job!'/><author><name>Marisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13819227446624201942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7Ns-ClX5FU8/R8Xou1aZV3I/AAAAAAAAABU/nVYvqU0vxHU/S220/Imagem+052_edited2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26257511.post-460061785108002499</id><published>2008-03-17T22:04:00.005Z</published><updated>2008-03-17T22:22:27.894Z</updated><title type='text'>O virar da página...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Inexperiência, choque, estudo, empenho, trabalho crescente, estágio, fortificação de amizades, 1º ordenado, ainda mais trabalho, férias, entusiasmo e vontade de lutar, trabalho no extremo, muita galhofa, amizades, poupança a crescer... e puff! Finito!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://eu.inmagine.com/img/brandxpictures/x019/bxp27142.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 236px; height: 303px;" src="http://eu.inmagine.com/img/brandxpictures/x019/bxp27142.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Assim se passou quase 1 ano, um dos melhores anos da minha vida... A aprendizage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;m f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;oi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt; brutal! Mas sinto qu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt; cresci, amadureci, e evolui a nível profissional de tal modo que me sinto capaz de enfrentar um novo local&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt; loc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;al de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt; trabalho, um novo chefe, novas regras e exigências, mas... será que sou mesmo?! Serei a assim tão capaz c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;omo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt; me fazem crer? Ou a minha confiança será resultado de um ego enaltecido pelos comentários &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;tecidos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;por colegas e amigas? No lo sei...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;O que sei é que não há muito por onde fugir no momento, um capítulo foi encerrado e outro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt; se está a iniciar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt; agora só me resta seguir a estrada que se constrói à minha frente e fazer figas! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;O amanhã me dará as certezas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; que necessito.... espero!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Torçam por mim...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26257511-460061785108002499?l=the-runaway-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-runaway-life.blogspot.com/feeds/460061785108002499/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26257511&amp;postID=460061785108002499&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26257511/posts/default/460061785108002499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26257511/posts/default/460061785108002499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-runaway-life.blogspot.com/2008/03/o-virar-da-pgina_17.html' title='O virar da página...'/><author><name>Marisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13819227446624201942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7Ns-ClX5FU8/R8Xou1aZV3I/AAAAAAAAABU/nVYvqU0vxHU/S220/Imagem+052_edited2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26257511.post-3132132914076414314</id><published>2008-03-16T18:50:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-03-16T19:25:14.435Z</updated><title type='text'>Maldita lágrima...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Uma despedida já é difícil por si... então quando nos dificultam a vida... é o caos!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A lágrimita que o diga... maldita!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lackof.files.wordpress.com/2007/11/lagrima.jpg?w=449&amp;amp;h=347"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 336px; height: 245px;" src="http://lackof.files.wordpress.com/2007/11/lagrima.jpg?w=449&amp;amp;h=347" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sexta foi aquele dia, o dia em que dá vontade de dizer não estou para ninguém! Mas não deu... o última dia de trabalho falou mais tarde.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Colocar quase um ano de lado e dizer adeus não foi fácil. Tudo era penoso... o parabéns, a despedida, o bolo, as palavras amigas, a chefe, a amiga Céu, as últimas tarefas renitentes em estarem prontas, as prendas, o bolo com milhentas pessoas à volta... bom não foi fácil!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surpreendentemente não foi demasiado difícil lidar com a falta das estagiárias e o seu bom humor, apoio incondicional, boa disposição, etc. Conseguimos ultrapassar as barreiras GSK, e dizer... este grupo de amigas veio para ficar!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Bom isto não é tão linear, quem as manda fazer um jantar de despedida com dedicatórias lamechas para dar cabo de qualquer maquilhagem... ora bolas.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Para ser sincera nunca imaginei que se formasse um grupo tão cool... é a vocês que agradeço... Andrêa, Andreia, Carol, Cat, Catita, Inês, Mags!!!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como ficou combinado... até sempre, até já!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26257511-3132132914076414314?l=the-runaway-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-runaway-life.blogspot.com/feeds/3132132914076414314/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26257511&amp;postID=3132132914076414314&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26257511/posts/default/3132132914076414314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26257511/posts/default/3132132914076414314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-runaway-life.blogspot.com/2008/03/maldita-lgrima.html' title='Maldita lágrima...'/><author><name>Marisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13819227446624201942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7Ns-ClX5FU8/R8Xou1aZV3I/AAAAAAAAABU/nVYvqU0vxHU/S220/Imagem+052_edited2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26257511.post-6222902891071296165</id><published>2008-03-11T20:49:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-03-11T21:01:54.751Z</updated><title type='text'>A carapaça</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7Ns-ClX5FU8/R9bxyb58JLI/AAAAAAAAACM/WORrI4w0Ks8/s1600-h/hor%C3%B3scopo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 166px; height: 273px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7Ns-ClX5FU8/R9bxyb58JLI/AAAAAAAAACM/WORrI4w0Ks8/s320/hor%C3%B3scopo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176590670495491250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;É caso para dizer... dahhhh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Não é o que tentamos fazer sempre?!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ok nem sempre é fácil... mas tenta-se...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;O mais engraçado é mesmo a carta... "O tráfico"!! Eheh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Kisses exaustos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26257511-6222902891071296165?l=the-runaway-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-runaway-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6222902891071296165/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26257511&amp;postID=6222902891071296165&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26257511/posts/default/6222902891071296165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26257511/posts/default/6222902891071296165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-runaway-life.blogspot.com/2008/03/caso-para-dizer.html' title='A carapaça'/><author><name>Marisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13819227446624201942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7Ns-ClX5FU8/R8Xou1aZV3I/AAAAAAAAABU/nVYvqU0vxHU/S220/Imagem+052_edited2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_7Ns-ClX5FU8/R9bxyb58JLI/AAAAAAAAACM/WORrI4w0Ks8/s72-c/hor%C3%B3scopo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26257511.post-5276696186803686944</id><published>2008-03-10T20:43:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-03-10T21:22:33.741Z</updated><title type='text'>E quando o tempo não volta atrás?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Esporadicamente questionamos-nos se teremos tomado a decisão certa naquele dado momento.&lt;br /&gt;Questionar-nos é saudável desde que a dúvida não nos assombre mais que breves momentos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E quando tal não acontece?&lt;br /&gt;E quando as consequências de uma dada &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;decisão nos atormentam e nos fazem pensar que nada vai ser como antes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Humm... aceitam-se sugestões...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://eu.inmagine.com/img/imagezoo/izs003/izs003322.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 165px;" src="http://eu.inmagine.com/img/imagezoo/izs003/izs003322.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parece-me que o ideal é não dramatizar e perceber que o tempo não volta atrás...&lt;br /&gt;Concerteza a luz ao fundo do túnel justificará aquela opção... nem que seja bem lá no fundo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And life goes on!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26257511-5276696186803686944?l=the-runaway-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-runaway-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5276696186803686944/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26257511&amp;postID=5276696186803686944&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26257511/posts/default/5276696186803686944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26257511/posts/default/5276696186803686944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-runaway-life.blogspot.com/2008/03/e-quando-o-tempo-no-volta-atrs.html' title='E quando o tempo não volta atrás?'/><author><name>Marisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13819227446624201942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7Ns-ClX5FU8/R8Xou1aZV3I/AAAAAAAAABU/nVYvqU0vxHU/S220/Imagem+052_edited2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26257511.post-7390177895436115618</id><published>2008-03-09T18:24:00.007Z</published><updated>2009-12-01T18:56:13.630Z</updated><title type='text'>Teclado ... Bem me quer, Mal me quer!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7Ns-ClX5FU8/R9Q2Rb58JJI/AAAAAAAAAB8/39A209SfZlo/s1600-h/teclado_vegetal1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7Ns-ClX5FU8/R9Q2Rb58JJI/AAAAAAAAAB8/39A209SfZlo/s200/teclado_vegetal1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175821544931992722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Dei por mim a olhar seriamente para o teclado do meu portátil. A única parte boa é ser meu, meu e de mais ninguém. Bem... talvez naquela vez em que emprestei, ou que partilhei com... hummm... deixemos isso para depois.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;É certo que toda a gente já teve momentos em que, com maior ou menor intensidade se sentiu enojado ao contactar com certas e determinadas superfícies. Quem nunca deu por si a questionar quantas pessoas terão tocado naquele corrimão, ou se sentaram naquela cadeira almofada, ou mesmo porque será que continuam a haver pessoas doentes que não sabem colocar a mão a frente da boca quando espirram?!? Há mesmo psicoses documentadas que demonstram como estes pensamentos podem condicionar a vivência de algumas pessoas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas será que faz sentido questionarmos a nossa auto-contaminação?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://eu.inmagine.com/img/imagesource/is147/is147061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 275px; height: 219px;" src="http://eu.inmagine.com/img/imagesource/is147/is147061.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Passo a explicar. Foi ao ler um artigo de uma revista que dei por mim a sentir necessidade de questionar. O que vale é que não é nada que dure muito tempo nem que me impossibilita de continuar a minha vida impassível a estas informações alarmantes... ou banais conforme a sensibilidade de cada um!&lt;br /&gt;Na via das dúvidas transmito vos alguns conselhos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"1) Não comerás durante a utilização do teclado"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;(humm... claro que não... que disparate!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"2) Lavarás as mãos frequentemente"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;(sim.. só não me peçam para ser entre o clique de cada tecla)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"3) Não espirrarás ou tossirás para cima do teclado"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;(Realmente... que falta de educação!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"4) Evitarás levar as mãos à boca ou nariz enquanto digitas"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;(Nem que a comichão seja mais que muita... aguenta-te!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"5) Usarás o secador, uma vez por semana, para eliminar o pó"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;(aconselho a que seja dia sim dia não... na via das dúvidas... não vá o teclado colocar-nos um processo em cima)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"6) Limparás o teclado com um cotonete embebido em álcool"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;(não haverá nada mais forte? Já agora alerto que é melhor trocar de cotonete a cada tecla... contaminação cruzada pode ser perigoso)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"7) Não te esquecerás de fazer o mesmo com o rato"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(mais uma vez... dia sim dia não... ou então... não deixes para amanhã o que podes fazer hoje!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt; saber viver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Bom achei importante alertar-vos! É que com a iminência da gripe das aves... nunca se sabe o que pode ir parar ao nosso teclado... CUIDADO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you soon... I hope!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26257511-7390177895436115618?l=the-runaway-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-runaway-life.blogspot.com/feeds/7390177895436115618/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26257511&amp;postID=7390177895436115618&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26257511/posts/default/7390177895436115618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26257511/posts/default/7390177895436115618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-runaway-life.blogspot.com/2008/03/teclado-bem-me-quer-mal-me-quer.html' title='Teclado ... Bem me quer, Mal me quer!'/><author><name>Marisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13819227446624201942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7Ns-ClX5FU8/R8Xou1aZV3I/AAAAAAAAABU/nVYvqU0vxHU/S220/Imagem+052_edited2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7Ns-ClX5FU8/R9Q2Rb58JJI/AAAAAAAAAB8/39A209SfZlo/s72-c/teclado_vegetal1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26257511.post-935231533899200941</id><published>2008-03-09T10:35:00.006Z</published><updated>2008-03-09T11:09:43.861Z</updated><title type='text'>Dia Internacional da mulher</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://eu.inmagine.com/img/idreamstock/idds124/an0897.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 250px;" src="http://eu.inmagine.com/img/idreamstock/idds124/an0897.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E ontem foi dia da mulher... E por isso mesmo tenho de dar os parabéns a toda e qualquer mulher à face da terra... ou não fosse eu tão orgulhosa em ser mulher!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mas... será justo não haver um dia do homem?!? Mais do que justo... afinal nós somos mesmo o sexo forte!!! &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E homens ponham-se a pau que nós viemos para ficar. Ora vejam:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Um grupo de cientistas diz ter descoberto que o homem resultou de um erro de um cromossoma da mulher. O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; cromossoma degenerou e deu origem ao sexo masculino. A ser assim, não é a mulher que resulta da melhor costeleta do homem, como nos ensina a Bíblia, mas é o homem que resulta de um cromossoma atrofiado da mulher. Ou seja, Deus fez a mulher há sua imagem e só por causa de uma trapalhice dum cromossoma é que ocorreu o homem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Este cromossoma falhado, dizem, especializou-se e deixou de evoluir. O homem está em processo de desaparecimento. A percentagem de homens nascidos em relação à mulher tem vindo a ser cada vez menor e a tendência vai continuar, dizem. O número de mulheres será cada vez maior em relação aos homens. Dentro de 125 mil anos o homem vai extinguir-se ficando o ser humano reduzido às mulheres, afirmam." &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Parece que não há muito a fazer a não ser... salve-se quem puder!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Antevejo uma luta renhida pelos últimos homens... ou iremos tornar nos todas lésbicas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enfim... o importante mesmo é.... feliz dia da &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;MULHER&lt;/span&gt;!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://eu.inmagine.com/img/digitalvision/dvs099/dvs099998.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 51px; height: 78px;" src="http://eu.inmagine.com/img/digitalvision/dvs099/dvs099998.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;*&lt;a href="http://www.apagina.pt/arquivo/Artigo.asp?ID=3065"&gt;http://www.apagina.pt/arquivo/Artigo.asp?ID=3065&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26257511-935231533899200941?l=the-runaway-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-runaway-life.blogspot.com/feeds/935231533899200941/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26257511&amp;postID=935231533899200941&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26257511/posts/default/935231533899200941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26257511/posts/default/935231533899200941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-runaway-life.blogspot.com/2008/03/dia-internacional-da-mulher.html' title='Dia Internacional da mulher'/><author><name>Marisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13819227446624201942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7Ns-ClX5FU8/R8Xou1aZV3I/AAAAAAAAABU/nVYvqU0vxHU/S220/Imagem+052_edited2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26257511.post-4834890505107351908</id><published>2007-10-31T20:18:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-10-31T21:28:16.177Z</updated><title type='text'>O tributo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Desde já alerto as autoridades competentes para esta situação... &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sim porque isto de ser forçada...OK obrigada... bom aconselhada...bem talvez fosse só uma sugestão... pronto, a verdade é que foi um acto voluntário (!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;... A que me voluntario eu, perguntam vocês?&lt;/span&gt;  Bem quem me "ouve" "falar" (sim era importante tantas aspas, ora bolas, estou a escrever e não a falar) deve pensar que me sacrifiquei para ir para a forca ou assim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Não, isto é um TRIBUTO!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh (OK convém dar bastante ênfase a este assunto porque é importante!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7Ns-ClX5FU8/RyjzSDCSo8I/AAAAAAAAABA/kpi5VzakN0Y/s1600-h/gsk+family.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7Ns-ClX5FU8/RyjzSDCSo8I/AAAAAAAAABA/kpi5VzakN0Y/s320/gsk+family.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127615667139421122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bom então vamos lá ver... tributo a uma, duas, não... cinco, OK também não... humm... devem ser umas sete... ai ai são muitas pronto!! (Sim são quase mais que as mães!!!)... meninas GSK!!!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elas são fashion, engraçadas, palreadoras, bufonas (sim as vezes também há mau humor à mistura), animadas, simpáticas, criativas... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;amigas&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;                                                                                                                                                  &lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                                                                                                             &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por este motivo achei que nada mais justo do que dizer Obrigada.. sim obrigada por me aturarem, por me animarem, por me incentivarem, bom e também pela promessa de me arranjarem namorado decente (esta então tá demais, onde já se viu?!?!?), obrigada pelas conversas, pelas palavras tortas, e pela animação de cada uma das nossas saídas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomara a muita gente ter um grupo como o nosso... vá roam-se de inveja!! Eheh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bom é melhor calar-me senão daqui pouco põem-me uma rolha, na boca (bom e lá tou a escrever como se estivesse a falar!!)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Era isto que queria dizer ....&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Obrigada ninas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kisses GRANDES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marisa Belchior&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;Agradecimentos à Inês Pimentel pela imagem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26257511-4834890505107351908?l=the-runaway-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-runaway-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4834890505107351908/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26257511&amp;postID=4834890505107351908&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26257511/posts/default/4834890505107351908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26257511/posts/default/4834890505107351908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-runaway-life.blogspot.com/2007/10/o-tributo.html' title='O tributo...'/><author><name>Marisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13819227446624201942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7Ns-ClX5FU8/R8Xou1aZV3I/AAAAAAAAABU/nVYvqU0vxHU/S220/Imagem+052_edited2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7Ns-ClX5FU8/RyjzSDCSo8I/AAAAAAAAABA/kpi5VzakN0Y/s72-c/gsk+family.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26257511.post-5538734026150211019</id><published>2007-06-15T20:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T20:58:58.461+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tick tack...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://wwwdelivery.superstock.com/WI/223/819/PreviewComp/SuperStock_819-514A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 237px; height: 237px;" src="http://wwwdelivery.superstock.com/WI/223/819/PreviewComp/SuperStock_819-514A.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Está parado há 50 anos na ONU o projeto de um novo calendário em que todos os meses começariam em domingo e terminariam em sábado. Cada dia de cada mês cairia sempre no mesmo dia da semana. Teria 13 meses de 28 dias. O novo mês teria o nome de Sol e seria intercalado entre junho e julho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que acham?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se isso resultasse em mais férias... parece-me bem!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26257511-5538734026150211019?l=the-runaway-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-runaway-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5538734026150211019/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26257511&amp;postID=5538734026150211019&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26257511/posts/default/5538734026150211019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26257511/posts/default/5538734026150211019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-runaway-life.blogspot.com/2007/06/tick-tack.html' title='Tick tack...'/><author><name>Marisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13819227446624201942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7Ns-ClX5FU8/R8Xou1aZV3I/AAAAAAAAABU/nVYvqU0vxHU/S220/Imagem+052_edited2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26257511.post-1901660280389633583</id><published>2007-06-15T19:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T20:35:30.758+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tiques contagiosos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.danielsansao.com.br/motocontinuo/arquivos/images/bocejo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.danielsansao.com.br/motocontinuo/arquivos/images/bocejo.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;" class="texto"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;O bocejo tem com objectivo a activação de oxigenação para aumentar o metabolismo celular e evitar o sono. Bom pelos vistos tem uma justificação biológica, já não é mau! Então e quanto a ser contagioso, há fundamento? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Não está totalmente justificado mas estima-se que &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;" class="texto"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;40% e 60% das pessoas sentem-se contagiadas pelo bocejo alheio. Talvez devido ao facto do bocejo ser um acto involuntário incapaz de ser interrompido após iniciado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ora.... tanto blá blá blá.... mas lá que contagia contagia! E tenho dito!&lt;br /&gt;Experimentem lá imaginar alguém a bocejar... não vos dá vontade de bocejar?!&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhh pois é!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bom mas esta conversa toda vem de uns tiques nervosos que apenas consigo entender se forem contagiosos. Mas que raio é isto... tiques  esquisitos que detecto nas outras pessoas.... e passado um tempo estou a reproduzi-los?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok é só um ou outro, mas, mas.... e se me cobram direitos de autor?!?&lt;br /&gt;Quando digo tiques é utilizar determinadas expressões ou falar de certo modo, não me refiro a andar a arrastar a perna porque alguém arrasta, ou coisas bem piores!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ao menos não sou a única... será que há por aí uma teoria espantosa que relacione os tiques com o bocejo contagioso?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabe-se lá se não é um mecanismo de propagação semelhante a uma doença autolimitada, com direito a tempo de incubação (tempo em que apreendes o tique), manifestação dos sintomas (em que o chato do tique não se inibe de aparecer), e desaparecimento dos mesmos (graças a deus né?!?).&lt;br /&gt;Esperemos que sim!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aconselho alguns cuidados básicos... evitar o contacto com pessoas nervosas, quem sabe resulte!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kisses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marisa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26257511-1901660280389633583?l=the-runaway-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-runaway-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1901660280389633583/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26257511&amp;postID=1901660280389633583&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26257511/posts/default/1901660280389633583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26257511/posts/default/1901660280389633583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-runaway-life.blogspot.com/2007/06/tiques-contagiosos.html' title='Tiques contagiosos'/><author><name>Marisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13819227446624201942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7Ns-ClX5FU8/R8Xou1aZV3I/AAAAAAAAABU/nVYvqU0vxHU/S220/Imagem+052_edited2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26257511.post-8928955130168612475</id><published>2007-04-18T21:44:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T22:25:26.464+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Isto há Dias!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://pro.corbis.com/images/42-17630033.jpg?size=67&amp;uid=%7Bc0e0a692-b782-4620-b8dc-4b171ae22507%7D"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 218px; height: 319px;" src="http://pro.corbis.com/images/42-17630033.jpg?size=67&amp;uid=%7Bc0e0a692-b782-4620-b8dc-4b171ae22507%7D" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Após uma tentativa de descanso, que resultou numa frustrante temporada a estudar, volta a dura realidade...&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- 6h10 da manhã:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; O que é aquela mancha que vejo ali no espelho? Eu????? Ah pois é... o verdadeiro sentido disforme da vida -  uma mulher no seu acordar!! &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- 7h20 da manhã:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; sintomas reais de uma noite mal dormida - grande susto quando vejo metade da frente de um carro a desaparecer perante os meus olhos!!! E depois eu é que dormi pouco!!!! Vá-se lá entender estes malucos que não respeitam um semáforo vermelho... ou será que era tinto?!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; E como se não bastasse ainda chego ao trabalho e parece que toda a gente sabia o meu paradeiro nestes dois últimos dias... Estes paparazzis... já lhes disse que qualquer dia ponho um processo em cima!! Olha que esta!!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; É por estas e por outras que às vezes tenho saudades do pirrol e da pirrolina!!! Eles é que sabiam aproveitar bem a vida!!! Ahahah&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E já agora... mais um passo dado para o principio do fim... As discussões malditas dos estágios estão para trás das costas...uh uh e bem longe!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mas correu bem, acho!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despeço-me. Boas!!!!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Té à próxima&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Marisa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26257511-8928955130168612475?l=the-runaway-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-runaway-life.blogspot.com/feeds/8928955130168612475/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26257511&amp;postID=8928955130168612475&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26257511/posts/default/8928955130168612475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26257511/posts/default/8928955130168612475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-runaway-life.blogspot.com/2007/04/isto-h-dias-aps-uma-tentativa-de.html' title='Isto há Dias!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Marisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13819227446624201942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7Ns-ClX5FU8/R8Xou1aZV3I/AAAAAAAAABU/nVYvqU0vxHU/S220/Imagem+052_edited2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26257511.post-1788839111880540516</id><published>2007-04-06T00:12:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T00:37:29.211+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fotosearch.com/comp/IMZ/IMZ140/pgi0102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 223px; height: 273px;" src="http://www.fotosearch.com/comp/IMZ/IMZ140/pgi0102.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ouço o murmurar da vida a preparar-me, o ressoar dos passos que, inevitáveis, seguem uma única direcção... em frente!&lt;br /&gt;E agora?&lt;br /&gt;Se ao menos pudesse parar o tempo com um simples click! STOOOOOOOOOOP!&lt;br /&gt;Ainda não é desta...&lt;br /&gt;Espero então que para a frente esteja a solução!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck............... Cause there´s no certainty in tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26257511-1788839111880540516?l=the-runaway-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-runaway-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1788839111880540516/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26257511&amp;postID=1788839111880540516&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26257511/posts/default/1788839111880540516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26257511/posts/default/1788839111880540516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-runaway-life.blogspot.com/2007/04/ouo-o-murmurar-da-vida-preparar-me-o.html' title=''/><author><name>Marisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13819227446624201942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7Ns-ClX5FU8/R8Xou1aZV3I/AAAAAAAAABU/nVYvqU0vxHU/S220/Imagem+052_edited2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26257511.post-116578603239316462</id><published>2006-12-10T21:27:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-10T21:35:12.602Z</updated><title type='text'>The 12 Pains of Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://youtube.com/v/Hw7aYE7AxUU"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/Hw7aYE7AxUU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Precisava fazer um tributo a um grande jogo... &lt;em&gt;Kingdom Hearts&lt;/em&gt;. Mistura o mundo chinês (ou coisa que o valha), com o eterno mundo da disney. E nada mais lógico nesta altura do que falar do natal que se está a aproximar!&lt;br /&gt;E não é que não goste do natal, pelo contrário, mas este vídeo retrata bem os pavores do natal... Eheheheheh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7Ns-ClX5FU8/RXx9KSwkHiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HeHnugTUfoQ/s1600-h/smileBody%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5007014501516844578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="53" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7Ns-ClX5FU8/RXx9KSwkHiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HeHnugTUfoQ/s200/smileBody%5B1%5D.jpg" width="34" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kissito da Marisa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26257511-116578603239316462?l=the-runaway-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-runaway-life.blogspot.com/feeds/116578603239316462/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26257511&amp;postID=116578603239316462&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26257511/posts/default/116578603239316462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26257511/posts/default/116578603239316462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-runaway-life.blogspot.com/2006/12/12-pains-of-christmas-precisava-fazer.html' title='The 12 Pains of Christmas'/><author><name>Marisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13819227446624201942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7Ns-ClX5FU8/R8Xou1aZV3I/AAAAAAAAABU/nVYvqU0vxHU/S220/Imagem+052_edited2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7Ns-ClX5FU8/RXx9KSwkHiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HeHnugTUfoQ/s72-c/smileBody%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26257511.post-116570098008546330</id><published>2006-12-09T21:42:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-10T20:19:24.506Z</updated><title type='text'>Mudaste, Mudaste!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3821/2748/1600/157427/ona_fotos_lifestyle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="190" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3821/2748/320/535890/ona_fotos_lifestyle.jpg" width="284" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puff... 2 meses desapareceram num ápice! E não é que trabalhar num hospital não é mau?!&lt;br /&gt;Os comentários à minha prestação cingiram-se à minha evolução acentuada, diria mesmo brutal (LOL), durante o estágio… muito ao estilo do anúncio Mudaste, Mudaste!&lt;br /&gt;Mas não é o que nos é proposto?! Crescer e aprender a lidar com uma área que ainda é totalmente desconhecida… a da vida profissional?!&lt;br /&gt;Bom pensei que sim, parece que tinha razão… Já só falta a nota!&lt;br /&gt;Ah e tal porque sou estagiária!! Parece que foi o argumento mais usado durante o estágio… É chato, a estagiária faz… ou... envolve responsabilidade… a estagiária não pode fazer! Espero quando tiver a trabalhar tenha uma estagiaria à disposição… é melhor que uma secretaria, pelo menos em termos de dedicação! E não se paga!&lt;br /&gt;Bem mas o balanço é muito positivo, aprendi imenso, além de que a companhia era excelente, os meus chefinhos arrasavam! Só espero que depois de tantas ameaças para eu me contentar com um 10, não venha de lá um -2!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estágio de Farmácia Hospitalar… check!&lt;br /&gt;Estágio de Farmácia Comunitária… muitoooooooooo trabalho!! Não se compara a hospitalar! Ou então eu é que sou masoquista, ainda tou a tentar descobrir!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Até à próxima pancada para escrever….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3821/2748/1600/602863/smileBody%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3821/2748/200/831589/smileBody%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Marisa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26257511-116570098008546330?l=the-runaway-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-runaway-life.blogspot.com/feeds/116570098008546330/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26257511&amp;postID=116570098008546330&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26257511/posts/default/116570098008546330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26257511/posts/default/116570098008546330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-runaway-life.blogspot.com/2006/12/mudaste-mudaste.html' title='Mudaste, Mudaste!'/><author><name>Marisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13819227446624201942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7Ns-ClX5FU8/R8Xou1aZV3I/AAAAAAAAABU/nVYvqU0vxHU/S220/Imagem+052_edited2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26257511.post-115912837910833400</id><published>2006-09-24T20:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T21:15:47.356+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O Outono chegou...</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 184px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 227px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="302" alt="" src="http://susie1114.com/Fall/fall_lake2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;        Engraçado como há momentos em que o tempo parece parar...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Momentos em que a nossa atenção parece focalizar-se de tal modo que nada mais existe!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Enganem-se aqueles que acham que tem de ser um momento romântico ou muito nobre. Efectivamente pode ser causado pelo detalhe mais insignificante à face da terra e nem por isso ter menos protagonismo.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;São segundos, minutos e até horas, vividos como se fossem dias! Estranho não é? Porque desligamos nós?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;        Bem fica a pergunda para uma mente mais entendida no assunto...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slimeland.com/images/pictures/Autumn.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;        Esta foi uma semana de mudança! E foram esses momentos "freeze" que me fizeram concluir isso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;        O primeiro foi no dia em que o tempo mudou, e o cinzento apoderou-&lt;a href="http://home.student.uu.se/dano6747/uppsala-autumn/11-lov-slottsbacken.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 252px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 187px" height="224" alt="" src="http://home.student.uu.se/dano6747/uppsala-autumn/11-lov-slottsbacken.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;se da cidade de lisboa. Por meio minuto, bloqueei: árvores robustas lentamente perdendo as suas folhas, caindo na inevitabilidade da hibernação. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;        Num outro "freeze moment", a chuva caia incessantemente... pasma, apercebi-me do cómico que é, os limpa pára brisa numa dança ritmida, uns mais rápidos, outros mais lentos, uns com pausa e outros vivendo ao extremo a sua missão: evitar o contacto da água, por mais de 0,01seg, com o vidro!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;        Só aí o choque se deu... o Outono tinha chegado! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26257511-115912837910833400?l=the-runaway-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-runaway-life.blogspot.com/feeds/115912837910833400/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26257511&amp;postID=115912837910833400&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26257511/posts/default/115912837910833400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26257511/posts/default/115912837910833400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-runaway-life.blogspot.com/2006/09/o-outono-chegou.html' title='O Outono chegou...'/><author><name>Marisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13819227446624201942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7Ns-ClX5FU8/R8Xou1aZV3I/AAAAAAAAABU/nVYvqU0vxHU/S220/Imagem+052_edited2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26257511.post-115870221363401546</id><published>2006-09-19T21:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T22:43:39.053+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Férias das férias...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.creativedust.com/hpr/breath_detail1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 140px; CURSOR: hand" height="212" alt="" src="http://www.creativedust.com/hpr/breath_detail1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Serei só eu?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Porque parecerá tudo tão distante?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;O despertar, ansioso por mais um dia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;O pequeno-almoço, inspirado pela vista proporcionada...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;O madrugar numa praia nua, selvagem... esplendorosa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;O mergulho refrescante e libertador...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Enfim o sabor das férias! Das minhas férias!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;10 dias depois do meu regresso, só me apetece dizer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;- 10 dias?! Gente doida... n terá sido à um ano atrás?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Pois claro que sim, convenço-me! Só pode ser! Não vejo outra justificação!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://cache.corbis.com/CorbisImage/170/16/52/26/16522635/42-16522635.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Neste momento o inspirar é sofrego, angustiante e incompleto! Que saudades!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Respirar profundamente e ter a certeza de absorver o mundo num unico ciclo respiratorio! Sim é disso que tenho saudades...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Agora, à distancia de anos-luz, a realidade abate-se dura e crua! Chegou o momento da verdade, o momento de avaliar se estes 5 anos valeram a pena. Após uma manhã stressante, em que o ar teimava em não entrar, chegou aquele instante que qualquer balança tem pavor!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Decisão, optar por uma hipótese entre inúmeras outras! Será isto bom para mim?! Bem é bom e mau... mas e aquilo? TAMBÉM!!! AHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Bem se não fosse obrigada a decidir fazia tudo, mas assim... foi o caos! Não no instante seguinte, aquele em que o alivio da decisão tomada se instalou, mas o outro a seguir! Aquele em que adquirimos conhecimentos não fornecidos antes da decisão! Esse mesmo, aquele em que verifico o erro da escolha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Bem, agora é só ver o lado bom, como diria a minha miga sophie... fecha-se uma porta e abre-se uma janela. Um hospital psiquiátrico não era o que tinha em mente, mas quem sabe assim me convenço que não sou assim tão LOCA... ou talvez seja o contrário!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Assim me despeço com a promessa de mais devaneios meus!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Já adormeceu alguém?!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sim?! Eheheh Alvo atingido!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Um Kissito grande&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;E até já (á moda do Jorge Gabriel ou mais recentemente da tmn)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.frontier.wnyric.org/bigtreees/lib/bigtreees/happy_face_smiling_hg_clr.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 95px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 89px" height="63" alt="" src="http://www.frontier.wnyric.org/bigtreees/lib/bigtreees/happy_face_smiling_hg_clr.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26257511-115870221363401546?l=the-runaway-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-runaway-life.blogspot.com/feeds/115870221363401546/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26257511&amp;postID=115870221363401546&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26257511/posts/default/115870221363401546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26257511/posts/default/115870221363401546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-runaway-life.blogspot.com/2006/09/frias-das-frias.html' title='Férias das férias...'/><author><name>Marisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13819227446624201942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7Ns-ClX5FU8/R8Xou1aZV3I/AAAAAAAAABU/nVYvqU0vxHU/S220/Imagem+052_edited2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26257511.post-115611334278052750</id><published>2006-08-20T23:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T23:54:12.573+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Visões Diferentes</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.see-sarasota.com/images/cover_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 177px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 198px" height="300" alt="" src="http://www.see-sarasota.com/images/cover_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Daqui víamos uma imagem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Uma figura bem à nossa frente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Que chamava bastante atenção&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Impossível ser indiferente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Um dizia ser um santo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Com um bebê no colo a trazer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Um santo aqui bem pertinho &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Como se estivesse a nos proteger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Outro dizia ser um anjo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Bem visível pelas suas asas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Um anjo ali nos olhando &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Tomando conta de nossas casas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Alguém dizia ser duas pessoas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Um casal de namorados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Parados ali naquela estrada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Para namorar bem sossegados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;São diferentes visões&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Santo , anjo , namorado ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mas tudo o que foi visto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Não passava de um tronco queimado ! "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a title="Detalhes: Mena Moreira" href="http://sitedepoesias.com.br/poetas/ismenia"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mena Moreira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pawsitive.org/articles/images/k9view03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.pawsitive.org/articles/images/k9view03.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pawsitive.org/articles/images/k9view03.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Cada ser vivo tem uma percepção da realidade muito característica! Um cão que sendo daltónico vê a sua vida com cores diferentes do ser humano, ou as moscas com a sua visão fragmentada!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como definir então a realidade?&lt;br /&gt;Será que muitas vezes não experimentamos visões deturpadas pelo desejo inconsciente de transformar o real... nas nossas ambições? Só assim podemos racionalizar como possíveis, 3 visões tão distintas... um santo, um anjo ou um casal de namorados!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;One thing is for sure... a realidade não tem o carácter absoluto que sempre pensei... Daí que encarar cada novo dia com um sorriso no rosto, parece ser um primeiro passo para percepcionar a realidade como...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;“La Vita È Bella”&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;E para quem duvida aconselho uma visita ao site: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.avidaebela.com/gca/?id=115955"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://www.avidaebela.com/gca/?id=115955&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26257511-115611334278052750?l=the-runaway-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-runaway-life.blogspot.com/feeds/115611334278052750/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26257511&amp;postID=115611334278052750&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26257511/posts/default/115611334278052750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26257511/posts/default/115611334278052750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-runaway-life.blogspot.com/2006/08/vises-diferentes.html' title='Visões Diferentes'/><author><name>Marisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13819227446624201942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7Ns-ClX5FU8/R8Xou1aZV3I/AAAAAAAAABU/nVYvqU0vxHU/S220/Imagem+052_edited2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26257511.post-115090978294694683</id><published>2006-06-21T17:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T18:09:42.960+01:00</updated><title type='text'>"Veranum"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.who.pt/newsletter/n28/verao-sofia-dias.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.who.pt/newsletter/n28/verao-sofia-dias.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Calor, alegria, emoção, festas, praia, e férias (esperemos nós)... está oficialmente aberto o Verão!&lt;br /&gt;É preciso imaginação... para decidir o que fazer ao tempo, afinal hoje, dia 21 junho é o dia mais longo do ano!!&lt;br /&gt;Hoje o sol nasce ainda na Primavera, às 06:12, e só vai desaparecer no Verão, às 21:05, começando os dias a diminuir já a partir de quarta-feira, até ao solstício de Inverno, a 22 Dezembro, quando os dias são os mais curtos do ano.&lt;br /&gt;Um período marcado pelos dias de sol, o primeiro dia do Verão é também o Dia do Relógio de Sol, o mais antigo e in&lt;a href="http://www.who.pt/newsletter/n28/verao-zed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 233px; CURSOR: hand" height="211" alt="" src="http://www.who.pt/newsletter/n28/verao-zed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;falível instrumento de medir o tempo.&lt;br /&gt;É por estas e por outras que se torna frustrante estar em época de exames. Dá a sensação de estarmos parados no tempo porque o isolamento é intenso. Mas isto não passa de uma ilusão... a vida lá fora continua, e o calor aperta! Basta pensar que começamos a época na Primavera, e quando acaba já vai em pleno Verão!!! É nesta altura que aperta as saudades da praia, do convívio com os amigos e das férias. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A minha quarentena espera-me... já falta pouco, convenço-me!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Kissitos grandes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E ViVa o Verão!&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/26257511-115090978294694683?l=the-runaway-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-runaway-life.blogspot.com/feeds/115090978294694683/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26257511&amp;postID=115090978294694683&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26257511/posts/default/115090978294694683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26257511/posts/default/115090978294694683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-runaway-life.blogspot.com/2006/06/veranum.html' title='&quot;Veranum&quot;'/><author><name>Marisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13819227446624201942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7Ns-ClX5FU8/R8Xou1aZV3I/AAAAAAAAABU/nVYvqU0vxHU/S220/Imagem+052_edited2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26257511.post-115066414022034439</id><published>2006-06-18T21:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T21:56:29.116+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A União... faz a força!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"Uma Bandeira na&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;janela, uma&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Nação em campo"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Parece que afinal conseguimos ser patriotas, e unirmo-nos em prol de um objectivo comum, vencer o Mundial 2006! A palavra chave é acreditar, acreditar que somos capazes, que somos fortes, que podemos ser campeões. Os oitavos de final já cá cantam... Por isso mesmo, só resta dizer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;FORÇA PORTUGAL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 264px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 244px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="257" alt="" src="http://mysoul.no.sapo.pt/bandeira.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/26257511-115066414022034439?l=the-runaway-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-runaway-life.blogspot.com/feeds/115066414022034439/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26257511&amp;postID=115066414022034439&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26257511/posts/default/115066414022034439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26257511/posts/default/115066414022034439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-runaway-life.blogspot.com/2006/06/unio-faz-fora.html' title='A União... faz a força!'/><author><name>Marisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13819227446624201942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7Ns-ClX5FU8/R8Xou1aZV3I/AAAAAAAAABU/nVYvqU0vxHU/S220/Imagem+052_edited2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26257511.post-114953342288924190</id><published>2006-06-05T19:32:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T19:50:22.903+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Época de Exames - O último sacríficio</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imagestation.com/picture/sraid65/p5ec28b046c79e53ff8a192606ea0ae4b/fbf44e24.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.imagestation.com/picture/sraid65/p5ec28b046c79e53ff8a192606ea0ae4b/fbf44e24.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;       É assim o turbilhão da vida... 1 ano...3anos... e sem me aperceber já lá vão 5 anos! E cá estou na minha última época de exames. Está para breve o fim das sessões de estudo pela noite fora até ao chilrrear dos passarinhos, o admirar do nascer do sol, a solidão inerente ao facto de me deitar quando o mundo está a acordar, e levantar-me quando o dia já vai a mais de meio. O fim do cansaço espelhado na cara após umas quantas horas de sono, sempre escassas...&lt;br /&gt;       Sem dúvida uma época de exames não é tarefa fácil, e desenganem-se aqueles que não têm de caminhar penosamente ao longo destes 2 meses.&lt;br /&gt;       Mas neste momento o que assusta é o depois... o buraco negro que se apresenta lá ao fundo. Onde será que ele me vai levar? Bom, sem dúvida ao ínicio do continuar da vida, espero eu....&lt;br /&gt;       E agora? Ala que se faz tarde... é hora de ir correr com as letras, devorar palavras e memorizar páginas e páginas como se mais nada importasse!&lt;br /&gt;Boa sorte a todos o que estão a passar o mesmo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                 Declaro aberta mais uma época de exames... a última!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kissito da Marisa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. E claro Boa Sorte PORTUGAL!!&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/26257511-114953342288924190?l=the-runaway-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-runaway-life.blogspot.com/feeds/114953342288924190/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26257511&amp;postID=114953342288924190&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26257511/posts/default/114953342288924190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26257511/posts/default/114953342288924190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-runaway-life.blogspot.com/2006/06/poca-de-exames-o-ltimo-sacrficio.html' title='Época de Exames - O último sacríficio'/><author><name>Marisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13819227446624201942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7Ns-ClX5FU8/R8Xou1aZV3I/AAAAAAAAABU/nVYvqU0vxHU/S220/Imagem+052_edited2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26257511.post-114711463766828548</id><published>2006-05-08T19:48:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T20:10:13.270+01:00</updated><title type='text'>As simple as that...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pdr.org.uk/Public/Landscape/images/lsp012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 229px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 158px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="198" alt="" src="http://www.pdr.org.uk/Public/Landscape/images/lsp012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To see a world in a grain of sand,&lt;br /&gt;and a heaven in a wildflower... hold&lt;br /&gt;infinty in the palm of your hand,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and eternity in an hour...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&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/26257511-114711463766828548?l=the-runaway-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-runaway-life.blogspot.com/feeds/114711463766828548/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26257511&amp;postID=114711463766828548&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26257511/posts/default/114711463766828548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26257511/posts/default/114711463766828548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-runaway-life.blogspot.com/2006/05/as-simple-as-that.html' title='As simple as that...'/><author><name>Marisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13819227446624201942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7Ns-ClX5FU8/R8Xou1aZV3I/AAAAAAAAABU/nVYvqU0vxHU/S220/Imagem+052_edited2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26257511.post-114678251031705180</id><published>2006-05-04T23:21:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T20:10:59.483+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sabias....?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 293px" height="310" alt="" src="http://z.about.com/d/goeurope/1/0/O/F/bom_jesus_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Afinal fazer exercicio não tem de ser enfadonho, nem num ginásio sob olhares desconcertantes. Há alternativas bem mais proveitosas... porque não um passeio? Aqui fica um desafio, para quem tiver coragem....&lt;br /&gt;Que tal uma visita ao santuário de Bom Jesus do Monte, em braga? O sua designação deve-se ao facto de ter sido construido no alto de um monte!! Um aviso... não há elevadores, nem alternativas... pelo que resta nada mais nada menos qu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://z.about.com/d/goeurope/1/0/O/F/bom_jesus_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;e subir uma escadaria de 1001 degraus!!! A imagem dá a dimensão da coragem não?!?&lt;br /&gt;Depois de um esforço destes, fica a esperança que o seu interior seja esplendoroso!! Eheheheh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Au revoir&lt;br /&gt;See you later &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;P.S.1 Desafio nº 2: que tal subir a escadaria a correr?!? Com certeza se verificará bons resultados, tonificação, bom treino cardiovascular, e com muita sorte quem sabe um ataque cardíaco. Força... o meu apoio é incondicional!! Para quem o aceite... boa sorte! Lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26257511-114678251031705180?l=the-runaway-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-runaway-life.blogspot.com/feeds/114678251031705180/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26257511&amp;postID=114678251031705180&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26257511/posts/default/114678251031705180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26257511/posts/default/114678251031705180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-runaway-life.blogspot.com/2006/05/sabias.html' title='Sabias....?'/><author><name>Marisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13819227446624201942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7Ns-ClX5FU8/R8Xou1aZV3I/AAAAAAAAABU/nVYvqU0vxHU/S220/Imagem+052_edited2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26257511.post-114660099700908490</id><published>2006-05-02T21:04:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T23:44:11.273+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.bullyonline.org/stress/stressed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 210px" height="272" alt="" src="http://www.bullyonline.org/stress/stressed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Que estranho...&lt;br /&gt;Um leve formigueiro começa a sentir-se! Será que é desta? Não, claro que não!!&lt;br /&gt;Será que estou preparada? Bom, uma primeira vez nunca é fácil, qualquer que seja a situação não é verdade?&lt;br /&gt;Este pensamento não parece funcionar!! Afinal, lá que sinto, sinto!! Não há dúvida quanto a isso. Alias até diria que neste momento estou em fase de crescimento exponencial... nervosismo à vista!!&lt;br /&gt;Ops parece que é mesmo! Encurralaram-me, não tenho como escapar....&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh que fazer? Será que posso voltar atrás?&lt;br /&gt;Pior emenda que o soneto... esquece!&lt;br /&gt;Passo seguinte... tenho tudo o que preciso? Sim, isto envolve alguma preparação, e não digam que é só relaxar e ir até ao fim que corre tudo bem!! Há condicionantes, e um bom ambiente causa sempre boa imagem, e eventualmente facilita as coisas! Ehehe&lt;br /&gt;Hum, deixa cá ver.... humm (axo que tenho).... humm (check!).... humm (sim, isso de certeza!)... humm (será?!?!) ... bem devo ter tudo, convenço-me!&lt;br /&gt;Agora só falta ir em frente!&lt;br /&gt;Ai ai... ali vem ele!&lt;br /&gt;Nervosismo no auge!! Na sei que diga, na sei que faça...&lt;br /&gt;Calma, calma... vai correr tudo bem! Ai Ai&lt;br /&gt;Ele está a analisar-me... e agora?!?! Hummm...&lt;br /&gt;Está a vir na minha direcção... é agora... que digo? Calma, inspira fundo... e....&lt;br /&gt;- Bom dia sr. policia!&lt;br /&gt;- Encoste o carro, diz-me ele&lt;br /&gt;- Os seus documentos, por favor.&lt;br /&gt;Ao verificar que tinha tudo, o nervosismo começa a passar. Parece que não é assim tão difícil...&lt;br /&gt;- Pode seguir, oiço de repente...&lt;br /&gt;- Obrigado e bom dia sr agente!&lt;br /&gt;Passou! Ultrapassei a minha primeira “operação stop”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.your-stress-management-product-guide.com/image-files/stress-5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 243px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px" height="148" alt="" src="http://www.your-stress-management-product-guide.com/image-files/stress-5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eheheheh&lt;br /&gt;Alguém muito sábio disse em tempos: “O que custa é a primeira vez!!” lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Espero que seja verdade...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.your-stress-management-product-guide.com/image-files/stress-5.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Beijokitas e até à proxima!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;E não esquecer... take a break and relax!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26257511-114660099700908490?l=the-runaway-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-runaway-life.blogspot.com/feeds/114660099700908490/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26257511&amp;postID=114660099700908490&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26257511/posts/default/114660099700908490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26257511/posts/default/114660099700908490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-runaway-life.blogspot.com/2006/05/que-estranho.html' title=''/><author><name>Marisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13819227446624201942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7Ns-ClX5FU8/R8Xou1aZV3I/AAAAAAAAABU/nVYvqU0vxHU/S220/Imagem+052_edited2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26257511.post-114617562225733290</id><published>2006-04-27T22:08:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T20:11:55.330+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Marisa Jones e a aventura em Cuba</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"&gt;.... Dps de muitos pedidos cá fica o meu testemunho!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;(p ler numa altura de paciencia)... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3821/2748/1600/collage1.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="218" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3821/2748/320/collage1.1.jpg" width="301" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Junta-se um grupo de colegas, a um destino tropical, agita-se bem e acrescenta-se uma pitada de animação! Assim se obtém um cocktail... “Viagem de Finalistas”!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Destino: america central... cuba.... Havana/Varadero!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caras conhecidas, mas estranhas umas ás outras procuram descobrir-se... a tarefa mostra-se estafante numa viagem de mais de 14horas!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Mas a galhofa não tarda a aparecer... mas tb k se podia esperar ao juntar uma bebé, uma tia, uma apaixonada, e umas malukitas?!?!&lt;br /&gt;Os primeiros dois dias foi a descoberta de havana... sem duvida um mundo a parte!! Faz lembrar akelas fotos a preto e branco antigas.... costuma-se dizer k parou no passado. Foi o que nos apercebemos mal chegámos, serviço lento, carros muito tipicos e antigos, matriculas limitadas (nota-se k não há mts carros), e muita coisa a cair aos pedaços! Mas sem duvida, o mais cómico são uns pequenos carritos (sendo carrito um grande elogio, é mais um triciclo com capacete!) chamados cocotáxis... cm nós apelidámos cocós de louça!&lt;br /&gt;Outro aspecto interessante, e que revela o estado do país é a abordagem que fazem na rua...pedem incessantemente por sabonetes, canetas, lapis, e rebuçados!!!! Qual dinheiro qual quê?!?! Por outro lado tb é triste... as condiçoes em que vivem!&lt;br /&gt;O ataque explicito a bush era simplesmente inacreditável!!! É de ficar pasmada a olhar p os cartazes que apresentam criticas abertas ao presidente americano.&lt;br /&gt;O nosso almoço em havana foi feito num sitio imperdivel....Floridita! Um dos paradeiros de Ernest Hemingway! Muito giro, mas muito caro... nós ficámo-nos pelas sandezitas... nham nham!&lt;br /&gt;Foi em havana k começou o nosso vicio... suecada, uno e afins!!! Só palhaçadas... eheh&lt;br /&gt;Por esta altura as fotos já eram mais que muitas, pena a minha mák ter ficado amuada entretanto, axo k deve ter sido influencias portuguesas, assustou-se com a perspectiva de voltar...LOL Digo isto pq pifou depois de ter tirado uma foto de uma sandes barrada com dois doces, um vermelho e outro verde, simulando bandeira portuguesa!!!!! EHEHEH&lt;br /&gt;Chegou o dia da chegada a varadero!!! Aí vimos um serviço mais lento ainda, lol! Mas o resort não era mau e tinha muita coisa, restaurantes, bar, disco, lojas, piscina, acesso a praia e animaçao, isto dito assim por alto.&lt;br /&gt;Lentamente fomos apresentados aos bichanitos.... uns lagartos a pastar ao sol, uma baratita ou outra, umas borboletas em metamorfose, com direito a casulos e lagartinhas... e claro, mielgas... lol adaptação da nossa Nês!!&lt;br /&gt;A lingua era das coisas mais cómicas, mas lá k nos desenrascavamos n havia duvida... um mix de português, espanholês, brasileiro e inglês resolvia td!!! Ai k galhofa...&lt;br /&gt;As excursões foram du best (lol)... cruzeiro do sol e jipe safari! Um passeio com direito a nadar com golfinhos, snorkeling, lagosta etc. O jipe safari tb teve a sua piada, os jipes permitiram-nos ver mais profundamente varadero, e ainda andámos de cavalo.&lt;br /&gt;Já no resort, os animadores bem tentavam... aulas de aquagym, danças, jogos etc... a animaçao tava presente, ou fazia-se por isso. Frequentemente se ouvia.... “Where is Portugal? Come on... lets play, or dance” Bom verdade seja dita tb se ouvia muito “Where is canada?”... bem e lá se gerava a competiçãozita!!! Ou entao as nossas portuguesitas a dar o seu melhor na coreografia de “Ohhhh comanding wife, you want to destroy my life, ohhhh comanding wife”, muito giro, mas nd facil!!! Muita salsa e merengue a mistura!!&lt;br /&gt;Não pode faltar referir a nossa comida....&lt;br /&gt;O melhor ?.... o pequeno almoço... era cómico ver a Sil a bater records consecutivamente... até pelo menos aos 5 croissants!!! Nham, nham até dá saudaditas. A fruta desiludiu, parece k por lá não gostam de fruta madura.... o ananás cm alguém disse “is white”!&lt;br /&gt;A comida não era do pior, falo por mim smp aproveitava, e vinguei-me na variedade de saladas p acompanhar!!!! Mas tenho de confessar que era um pouco repetitiva... hamburger grelhado no bar da piscina, frango, carne grelhada, um peixe enrolado... Só as sopas é k eram do mais estranho possivel, e tinham o aspecto... blurghh... mas o sabor por vezes compensava, e até se tornava boa. Bem tb tinhamos os lanches de pizza que faziamos a beira da piscina acompanhada de um cocktail kk do bar k havia dentro da piscina!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Os shows até variavam, pena k o cansaço n nos deixasse aproveitar... rendiamo-nos à sonolencia e fechavamos os olhos por momentos, com musica aos altos berros, julgava k isso não era possivel. Mesmo gostando do show, era dificil. A noite tornava-se curta com a disco a fexar à 1h em ponto!!!! E a musica tb era duvidosa.... muito antiga, e com pco ritmo.&lt;br /&gt;Mas o k valeu mesmo, mesmo a pena foram as pessoas!!! Fikei a conhecer 5 pessoas k me surprenderam, e fizeram com k a viagem valesse a pena, as coboiadas, as galhofas, palhaçadas, o relaxamento, e até alguns arrufos deram alento a cuba!! A elas agradeço!!!! Xof, nenê, nês, sil e bebé!!!!! Thank you all!!!&lt;br /&gt;Rápido chegou a hora de ir embora,as dificeis despedidas... sim ainda houve kem fizesse amizades lá.... eu n me acuso!!! :)&lt;br /&gt;Novo destino: Europa.....(passagem breve por paris)....Portugal.... Lisboa!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desta feita... as despedidas mais dificeis e a chegada a casa. Daki p a frente só resta recordações, conversas, e centenas de fotos a ajudar!!&lt;br /&gt;Apesar de ser a segunda (1ª foi no 12º).... axo k viagem de finalistas só houve uma... ESTA E MAIS NENHUMA!!!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Até á prox....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26257511-114617562225733290?l=the-runaway-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-runaway-life.blogspot.com/feeds/114617562225733290/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26257511&amp;postID=114617562225733290&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26257511/posts/default/114617562225733290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26257511/posts/default/114617562225733290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-runaway-life.blogspot.com/2006/04/marisa-jones-e-aventura-em-cuba.html' title='Marisa Jones e a aventura em Cuba'/><author><name>Marisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13819227446624201942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7Ns-ClX5FU8/R8Xou1aZV3I/AAAAAAAAABU/nVYvqU0vxHU/S220/Imagem+052_edited2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26257511.post-114600554099945590</id><published>2006-04-25T23:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T20:12:27.043+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O 25 Abril...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://xafarica.weblog.com.pt/arquivo/25abril.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 158px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 210px" height="210" alt="" src="http://xafarica.weblog.com.pt/arquivo/25abril.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sendo o meu primeiro post, nada mais justo que falar do tema do dia... 25 abril!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Desde pequinita que oiço: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;25 abril de 1974...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;... um marco que transpõe uma época de opressão social, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;de persistente &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;atraso económico e social, para uma fase de euforia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;revolucionária, em que &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Portugal quis viver o que foi privado durante o regime &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;ditatorial.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;A ideia, o conceito está cá, mas e o sentimento?!? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Esse é dificil para quem nasceu algum tempo depois desta data. Não ha o sentimento de opressao inerente ao alivio sentido por todos os portugueses na epoca. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;A minha forma de entender reside em concentrar-me em tudo o que me retira liberdade... o sentimento quando essa liberdade é restituida é inexplicável! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Imagino que isso associado ao sentimento de patriotismo, possa estar perto...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mas como saber? Considero dificil, senao até impossível...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Talvez este facto justifique em parte uma certa falta de patriotismo na geração actual...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Máxima de hoje? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Que recuperemos o nosso patriotismo!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26257511-114600554099945590?l=the-runaway-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-runaway-life.blogspot.com/feeds/114600554099945590/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26257511&amp;postID=114600554099945590&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26257511/posts/default/114600554099945590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26257511/posts/default/114600554099945590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-runaway-life.blogspot.com/2006/04/o-25-abril.html' title='O 25 Abril...'/><author><name>Marisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13819227446624201942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7Ns-ClX5FU8/R8Xou1aZV3I/AAAAAAAAABU/nVYvqU0vxHU/S220/Imagem+052_edited2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry></feed>
