<?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-31295585</id><updated>2011-06-08T07:11:27.267+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O Pedro Mexia quer ser Pivot!</title><subtitle type='html'>Sofisticado, divertido e liberal...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umgandaboi.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31295585/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umgandaboi.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Vera</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>48</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31295585.post-3790918320308351287</id><published>2008-10-20T19:00:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T19:07:50.821+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MPhVF-HvbuE/SPzHaRnk2EI/AAAAAAAAAMs/nVChrDZBS5U/s1600-h/eisen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MPhVF-HvbuE/SPzHaRnk2EI/AAAAAAAAAMs/nVChrDZBS5U/s320/eisen.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259297719081818178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pagava para ver um ciclo sobre vida e obra de  Einstein, Eisenhower e Eisenstein...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31295585-3790918320308351287?l=umgandaboi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31295585/posts/default/3790918320308351287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31295585/posts/default/3790918320308351287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umgandaboi.blogspot.com/2008/10/gostava-de-ver-um-ciclo-sobre-einstein.html' title=''/><author><name>Cristina Coutinho Pereira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MPhVF-HvbuE/SPzHaRnk2EI/AAAAAAAAAMs/nVChrDZBS5U/s72-c/eisen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31295585.post-8564942411943825544</id><published>2008-10-14T13:19:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T13:31:35.373+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MPhVF-HvbuE/SPSOoVnk2TI/AAAAAAAAAMY/Fu7EHuSAETg/s1600-h/mexia_pivot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MPhVF-HvbuE/SPSOoVnk2TI/AAAAAAAAAMY/Fu7EHuSAETg/s320/mexia_pivot.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256983488697260338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ontem à noite, estive mais uma vez na dúvida entre Fellini e Ferrell...&lt;div&gt;Ganhou o Ferrell... Este Ron Burgundy é genial! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mental Note: Lembar-me de encetar uma cena de pancadaria com todos os poetas, críticos literários e/ou culturais, tipos das artes e  conservadores liberais que me façam frente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mental Note 2: Não esquecer de levar o meu machete.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31295585-8564942411943825544?l=umgandaboi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31295585/posts/default/8564942411943825544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31295585/posts/default/8564942411943825544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umgandaboi.blogspot.com/2008/10/ontem-noite-estive-mais-uma-vez-na.html' title=''/><author><name>Cristina Coutinho Pereira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MPhVF-HvbuE/SPSOoVnk2TI/AAAAAAAAAMY/Fu7EHuSAETg/s72-c/mexia_pivot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31295585.post-7268980369627185806</id><published>2008-09-30T18:42:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T18:46:37.760+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MPhVF-HvbuE/SOJlKIZZ5NI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/G8l7HCnqdOU/s1600-h/step_brothers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MPhVF-HvbuE/SOJlKIZZ5NI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/G8l7HCnqdOU/s320/step_brothers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251871340194555090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este é o disfarce que vou utilizar para poder ver o filme &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0838283/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Step&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Brothers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31295585-7268980369627185806?l=umgandaboi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31295585/posts/default/7268980369627185806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31295585/posts/default/7268980369627185806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umgandaboi.blogspot.com/2008/09/este-o-disfarce-que-vou-utilizar-para.html' title=''/><author><name>Cristina Coutinho Pereira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MPhVF-HvbuE/SOJlKIZZ5NI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/G8l7HCnqdOU/s72-c/step_brothers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31295585.post-935388815637129582</id><published>2008-09-25T18:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T18:20:33.891+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MPhVF-HvbuE/SNvISmytNfI/AAAAAAAAAMI/TCs7pO4bOUc/s1600-h/portuguese_han_solo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MPhVF-HvbuE/SNvISmytNfI/AAAAAAAAAMI/TCs7pO4bOUc/s320/portuguese_han_solo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250010012606871026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The portuguese Han Solo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31295585-935388815637129582?l=umgandaboi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31295585/posts/default/935388815637129582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31295585/posts/default/935388815637129582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umgandaboi.blogspot.com/2008/09/portuguese-han-solo.html' title=''/><author><name>Cristina Coutinho Pereira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MPhVF-HvbuE/SNvISmytNfI/AAAAAAAAAMI/TCs7pO4bOUc/s72-c/portuguese_han_solo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31295585.post-7326353375916079841</id><published>2008-09-22T19:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T19:06:30.316+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MPhVF-HvbuE/SNfeg6bUtYI/AAAAAAAAALs/VqqrM8DLEs0/s1600-h/el_comandante.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MPhVF-HvbuE/SNfeg6bUtYI/AAAAAAAAALs/VqqrM8DLEs0/s320/el_comandante.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248908547744642434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;EL Comandante del Cinemateca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31295585-7326353375916079841?l=umgandaboi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31295585/posts/default/7326353375916079841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31295585/posts/default/7326353375916079841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umgandaboi.blogspot.com/2008/09/el-comandante-del-cinemateca.html' title=''/><author><name>Cristina Coutinho Pereira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MPhVF-HvbuE/SNfeg6bUtYI/AAAAAAAAALs/VqqrM8DLEs0/s72-c/el_comandante.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31295585.post-9125811570521535276</id><published>2008-07-01T19:29:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T19:36:17.496+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Post 2 - PPD</title><content type='html'>Adorei o texto de P. sobre Darwin, mas discordo de algumas das afirmações de D. sobre os nossos antepassados primatas e peludos, muitos de nós têm origens símias, mas alguns, os excepcionais, descendem directamente da costela de Adão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P. é excepcional!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31295585-9125811570521535276?l=umgandaboi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31295585/posts/default/9125811570521535276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31295585/posts/default/9125811570521535276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umgandaboi.blogspot.com/2008/07/post-2-ppd.html' title='Post 2 - PPD'/><author><name>Cristina Coutinho Pereira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31295585.post-8096257894596786074</id><published>2008-07-01T14:57:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T15:11:44.511+01:00</updated><title type='text'>post 1 - Período pós-difamação</title><content type='html'>Após o recente "fecho" de blogs acusados de &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;difamação pessoal, familiar e profissional&lt;/span&gt;, as autoras decidiram que a partir de agora são só palmadinhas nas costas, paninhos quentes, rabinho lavado com água de rosas...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31295585-8096257894596786074?l=umgandaboi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31295585/posts/default/8096257894596786074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31295585/posts/default/8096257894596786074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umgandaboi.blogspot.com/2008/07/post-1-perodo-ps-difamao.html' title='post 1 - Período pós-difamação'/><author><name>Cristina Coutinho Pereira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31295585.post-5860684631374501074</id><published>2008-06-02T10:29:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T10:34:32.176+01:00</updated><title type='text'>1.06.08  10h39</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_MPhVF-HvbuE/SEO-AfD_0GI/AAAAAAAAAEg/QOaRxmr-U2s/s1600-h/edro_arde.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_MPhVF-HvbuE/SEO-AfD_0GI/AAAAAAAAAEg/QOaRxmr-U2s/s400/edro_arde.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207214509717966946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O PEDRO ARDE MAL: Amanhã, dia 2 de Junho, por volta da 19h00 entrarei em animada combustão no café teatro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31295585-5860684631374501074?l=umgandaboi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31295585/posts/default/5860684631374501074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31295585/posts/default/5860684631374501074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umgandaboi.blogspot.com/2008/06/10608-10h39.html' title='1.06.08  10h39'/><author><name>Cristina Coutinho Pereira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_MPhVF-HvbuE/SEO-AfD_0GI/AAAAAAAAAEg/QOaRxmr-U2s/s72-c/edro_arde.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31295585.post-1419674174928851241</id><published>2008-04-16T00:31:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T00:33:17.710+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Cabelo</title><content type='html'>Mental Note: Deixar crescer o cabelo e comprar um embalagem de &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sex Wax &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31295585-1419674174928851241?l=umgandaboi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31295585/posts/default/1419674174928851241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31295585/posts/default/1419674174928851241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umgandaboi.blogspot.com/2008/04/cabelo.html' title='Cabelo'/><author><name>Cristina Coutinho Pereira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31295585.post-6511465949801293463</id><published>2008-04-16T00:16:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T00:30:58.999+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_MPhVF-HvbuE/SAU3SKm4T9I/AAAAAAAAAEA/iU9iJ_3Rvro/s1600-h/PMpoint_break.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_MPhVF-HvbuE/SAU3SKm4T9I/AAAAAAAAAEA/iU9iJ_3Rvro/s400/PMpoint_break.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189614930838966226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Which Point Break character are you?&lt;/span&gt; sou Bodhi.&lt;br /&gt;Sempre julguei que seria o agente do FBI, Johnny Utah, mas o meu espírito de aventura e gosto pelo risco fez com que o &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt; decidisse o meu destino como deus do surf e do roubo bancário.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fear causes hesitation, and hesitation will cause your worst fears to come true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31295585-6511465949801293463?l=umgandaboi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31295585/posts/default/6511465949801293463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31295585/posts/default/6511465949801293463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umgandaboi.blogspot.com/2008/04/em-which-point-break-character-are-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Cristina Coutinho Pereira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_MPhVF-HvbuE/SAU3SKm4T9I/AAAAAAAAAEA/iU9iJ_3Rvro/s72-c/PMpoint_break.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31295585.post-2602264578844135056</id><published>2008-04-14T17:07:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T17:19:44.393+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ciclo de Cinema Americano Pós-Moderno</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_MPhVF-HvbuE/SAOBU6m4T7I/AAAAAAAAADw/eL5N-MSxL94/s1600-h/p.mexia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_MPhVF-HvbuE/SAOBU6m4T7I/AAAAAAAAADw/eL5N-MSxL94/s400/p.mexia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189133391990640562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talvez o consiga enfiar num ciclo de Cinema Americano Pós-Moderno...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(*suspiro) &lt;/span&gt; As eternas dúvidas e incertezas...&lt;br /&gt;O peso do cargo que aceitei... um fardo demasiado pesado, um fardo... que não consigo carregar! (mental note: lembrar de agendar na programação do próximo mês a triologia do Senhor dos Anéis)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bolas! Este Hansel é genial!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31295585-2602264578844135056?l=umgandaboi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31295585/posts/default/2602264578844135056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31295585/posts/default/2602264578844135056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umgandaboi.blogspot.com/2008/04/ciclo-de-cinema-americano-ps-moderno.html' title='Ciclo de Cinema Americano Pós-Moderno'/><author><name>Cristina Coutinho Pereira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_MPhVF-HvbuE/SAOBU6m4T7I/AAAAAAAAADw/eL5N-MSxL94/s72-c/p.mexia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31295585.post-5049447413285603955</id><published>2008-04-07T22:48:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T23:20:56.889+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Wear an eyepatch, Peter...Wear an eyepatch</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_MPhVF-HvbuE/R_qXRHRMVEI/AAAAAAAAADo/6LZUForfGZI/s1600-h/eyepatch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_MPhVF-HvbuE/R_qXRHRMVEI/AAAAAAAAADo/6LZUForfGZI/s320/eyepatch.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186624241135277122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Quando recebeu a pala de Bénard da Costa, Pedro Mexia pensou "Por que raio, é que este velho maluco me está a dar uma pala?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A oferta do velho foi inesperada mas Pedro Mexia, aos 45 anos é o possível sucessor da pala...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Nota: Pequena &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hommage&lt;/span&gt; ao Jemaine e Bret&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31295585-5049447413285603955?l=umgandaboi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31295585/posts/default/5049447413285603955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31295585/posts/default/5049447413285603955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umgandaboi.blogspot.com/2008/04/wear-eyepatch-peterwear-eyepatch.html' title='Wear an eyepatch, Peter...Wear an eyepatch'/><author><name>Cristina Coutinho Pereira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_MPhVF-HvbuE/R_qXRHRMVEI/AAAAAAAAADo/6LZUForfGZI/s72-c/eyepatch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31295585.post-46126492633542845</id><published>2007-03-25T04:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T04:40:57.899+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A carta "Temperança"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_MPhVF-HvbuE/RgXu5DW5IdI/AAAAAAAAAA8/IGQHKA_05o0/s1600-h/La+Temperance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_MPhVF-HvbuE/RgXu5DW5IdI/AAAAAAAAAA8/IGQHKA_05o0/s320/La+Temperance.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045701621459788242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Maya deve ter as suas razões...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Atenção às atitudes que toma, mesmo que esteja certo dos sentimentos dos outros. Favorecidas as uniões e as viagens que prometem ser muito marcantes. Não existem problemas relevantes na globalidade das relações.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31295585-46126492633542845?l=umgandaboi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31295585/posts/default/46126492633542845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31295585/posts/default/46126492633542845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umgandaboi.blogspot.com/2007/03/carta-temperana.html' title='A carta &quot;Temperança&quot;'/><author><name>Cristina Coutinho Pereira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_MPhVF-HvbuE/RgXu5DW5IdI/AAAAAAAAAA8/IGQHKA_05o0/s72-c/La+Temperance.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31295585.post-7693975844202993732</id><published>2007-03-25T04:27:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T04:31:20.898+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_MPhVF-HvbuE/RgXs-DW5IcI/AAAAAAAAAA0/bzcSUg3xOgc/s1600-h/Picture+1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_MPhVF-HvbuE/RgXs-DW5IcI/AAAAAAAAAA0/bzcSUg3xOgc/s320/Picture+1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045699508335878594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosto dos tipos que estão a controlar a secção de notícias no Google.&lt;br /&gt;Sempre atentos!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31295585-7693975844202993732?l=umgandaboi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31295585/posts/default/7693975844202993732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31295585/posts/default/7693975844202993732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umgandaboi.blogspot.com/2007/03/gosto-dos-tipos-que-esto-controlar-seco.html' title=''/><author><name>Cristina Coutinho Pereira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_MPhVF-HvbuE/RgXs-DW5IcI/AAAAAAAAAA0/bzcSUg3xOgc/s72-c/Picture+1.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31295585.post-4339407197951438561</id><published>2007-03-07T19:04:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-07T19:09:22.638Z</updated><title type='text'>Volta para casa da Mamã (2)</title><content type='html'>Aliás...&lt;br /&gt;A Vera (co-autora deste blog e outros) passou por ti um dia destes na FNAC e enviou-me imediatamente uma SMS a elogiar o teu bom ar, beleza e simpatia...&lt;br /&gt;Penso que não utilizou estas palavras... mas andou perto.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31295585-4339407197951438561?l=umgandaboi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31295585/posts/default/4339407197951438561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31295585/posts/default/4339407197951438561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umgandaboi.blogspot.com/2007/03/alis.html' title='Volta para casa da Mamã (2)'/><author><name>Cristina Coutinho Pereira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31295585.post-8885173471359060071</id><published>2007-03-07T18:53:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-07T19:03:40.497Z</updated><title type='text'>Volta para casa da Mamã (1)</title><content type='html'>Pedro... Era só a brincar!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com a Kathleen Gomes, era a sério&lt;br /&gt;Mas contigo... Não queremos de maneira nenhuma chatear&lt;br /&gt;Podes voltar&lt;br /&gt;Podes escrever os textos deprimentes&lt;br /&gt;Podes falar de poetas obscuros&lt;br /&gt;Escrever críticas chatas sobre filmes europeus (passe a redundância)&lt;br /&gt;Escrever textos ainda mais deprimentes&lt;br /&gt;Nós prometemos simpatia, uma palavra carinhosa, um miminho...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ou não!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31295585-8885173471359060071?l=umgandaboi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31295585/posts/default/8885173471359060071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31295585/posts/default/8885173471359060071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umgandaboi.blogspot.com/2007/03/volta-para-casa-da-mam-1.html' title='Volta para casa da Mamã (1)'/><author><name>Cristina Coutinho Pereira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31295585.post-678674519246337187</id><published>2007-02-15T01:27:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-15T01:40:34.234Z</updated><title type='text'>P1 e P2</title><content type='html'>Preferia o design (palavra que geralmente descreve candeeiros e cadeiras caras, mas que também serve para fingirmos que percebemos de arte e outras "cenas" desse género) antigo do Público.&lt;br /&gt;1. As caras dos jornalistas já não são aos risquinhos; é pena, era bastante divertido imaginar que eles eram assim na vida real, melhor... era bastante divertido fumar um charro e pensar que eles eram assim na vida real.&lt;br /&gt;2. As fotografias são todas a cores, agora somos obrigados a ler as notícias... o entretenimento a colorir as imagens com lápis de cor, acabou!&lt;br /&gt;3. P2?? e o Público é o P1?&lt;br /&gt;4. A tipografia na secção do desporto é serifada... não sei bem o que isto quer dizer, mas parece-me mal!&lt;br /&gt;5. Os jornalistas são os mesmos, tem algumas vantagens, o Nuno Galopim continua no DN.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31295585-678674519246337187?l=umgandaboi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31295585/posts/default/678674519246337187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31295585/posts/default/678674519246337187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umgandaboi.blogspot.com/2007/02/p1-e-p2.html' title='P1 e P2'/><author><name>Cristina Coutinho Pereira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31295585.post-2776472881712871752</id><published>2007-02-15T01:23:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-15T01:26:04.497Z</updated><title type='text'>Depressão</title><content type='html'>O P.M continua deprimido... Sempre pensei que este blog &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pseudo-insultuoso&lt;/span&gt;  o animasse, mas nem por isso.&lt;br /&gt;Talvez comece a pôr mais gajas nuas...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31295585-2776472881712871752?l=umgandaboi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31295585/posts/default/2776472881712871752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31295585/posts/default/2776472881712871752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umgandaboi.blogspot.com/2007/02/depresso.html' title='Depressão'/><author><name>Cristina Coutinho Pereira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31295585.post-8009803801341598811</id><published>2007-01-31T22:25:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-31T22:26:43.946Z</updated><title type='text'>Weekend in Dublin (3)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The problem with some people is that when they aren’t drunk they're sober.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(W.B. Yeats)&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&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/31295585-8009803801341598811?l=umgandaboi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31295585/posts/default/8009803801341598811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31295585/posts/default/8009803801341598811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umgandaboi.blogspot.com/2007/01/weekend-in-dublin-3.html' title='Weekend in Dublin (3)'/><author><name>Cristina Coutinho Pereira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31295585.post-4856567819839918149</id><published>2007-01-31T22:20:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-31T22:24:58.247Z</updated><title type='text'>Weekend in Dublin (2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_MPhVF-HvbuE/RcEWOHYiYTI/AAAAAAAAAAg/7ltBjkSDtP0/s1600-h/guinness.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_MPhVF-HvbuE/RcEWOHYiYTI/AAAAAAAAAAg/7ltBjkSDtP0/s320/guinness.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026323090878128434" 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/31295585-4856567819839918149?l=umgandaboi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31295585/posts/default/4856567819839918149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31295585/posts/default/4856567819839918149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umgandaboi.blogspot.com/2007/01/weekend-in-dublin-2.html' title='Weekend in Dublin (2)'/><author><name>Cristina Coutinho Pereira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_MPhVF-HvbuE/RcEWOHYiYTI/AAAAAAAAAAg/7ltBjkSDtP0/s72-c/guinness.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31295585.post-3711943674535082355</id><published>2007-01-31T22:18:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-31T22:20:03.369Z</updated><title type='text'>Weekend in Dublin (1)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_MPhVF-HvbuE/RcEV63YiYSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/suKqo7tFwnQ/s1600-h/guinness.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_MPhVF-HvbuE/RcEV63YiYSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/suKqo7tFwnQ/s320/guinness.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026322760165646626" 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/31295585-3711943674535082355?l=umgandaboi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31295585/posts/default/3711943674535082355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31295585/posts/default/3711943674535082355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umgandaboi.blogspot.com/2007/01/weekend-in-dublin-1.html' title='Weekend in Dublin (1)'/><author><name>Cristina Coutinho Pereira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_MPhVF-HvbuE/RcEV63YiYSI/AAAAAAAAAAU/suKqo7tFwnQ/s72-c/guinness.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31295585.post-681931946536659493</id><published>2007-01-31T22:02:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-31T22:04:21.108Z</updated><title type='text'>Lancinemos então...</title><content type='html'>Numa lancinante polémica sobre o oposicionismo checo, C. questiona-se sobre o oposicionismo checo e sobre as pessoas que começam frases com lancinante polémica checa.&lt;br /&gt;C. quer lancinar P..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31295585-681931946536659493?l=umgandaboi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31295585/posts/default/681931946536659493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31295585/posts/default/681931946536659493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umgandaboi.blogspot.com/2007/01/lancinemos-ento.html' title='Lancinemos então...'/><author><name>Cristina Coutinho Pereira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31295585.post-6146314958396523899</id><published>2007-01-29T01:37:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-30T01:51:40.900Z</updated><title type='text'>horatio</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_MWbKInaN0d0/Rb1Qi6ebcCI/AAAAAAAAAAY/dfZk8ymGqtE/s1600-h/csi-sunglasses.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_MWbKInaN0d0/Rb1Qi6ebcCI/AAAAAAAAAAY/dfZk8ymGqtE/s320/csi-sunglasses.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025261319957999650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há dias em que só queria ser &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_sarYH0z948"&gt;assim&lt;/a&gt;. Enquanto ouço o novo "No Promises", de uma linda senhora.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31295585-6146314958396523899?l=umgandaboi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31295585/posts/default/6146314958396523899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31295585/posts/default/6146314958396523899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umgandaboi.blogspot.com/2007/01/david.html' title='horatio'/><author><name>Vera</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_MWbKInaN0d0/Rb1Qi6ebcCI/AAAAAAAAAAY/dfZk8ymGqtE/s72-c/csi-sunglasses.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31295585.post-6456077236828916897</id><published>2007-01-29T01:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-29T01:35:36.658Z</updated><title type='text'>nestum</title><content type='html'>é tão difícil chegar ao ponto certo no nestum (nestum mel, é preciso não cair em erro.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;felizmente, a prima isabel consegue fazê-lo com uma facilidade que me deixa abismado. sempre que mo traz ao quarto ele está assim, no ponto. nem demasiado duro (assim seria preciso adicionar mais leite, frio, o que tiraria a magia daqueles flocos empastados), nem demasiado líquido, sem consistência.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dá-me logo vontade de interromper as reprises do dr house na fox.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31295585-6456077236828916897?l=umgandaboi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31295585/posts/default/6456077236828916897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31295585/posts/default/6456077236828916897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umgandaboi.blogspot.com/2007/01/nestum.html' title='nestum'/><author><name>Vera</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31295585.post-116987047743630701</id><published>2007-01-27T03:59:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-27T04:01:17.436Z</updated><title type='text'>Grandes alegrias</title><content type='html'>DEREK ZOOLANDER: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Well I guess it all started the first time I went through the second grade. I caught my reflection in a spoon while I was eating my cereal, and I remember thinking "wow, you're ridiculously good looking, maybe you could do that for a career."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;MATILDA: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Do what for a career?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;DEREK ZOOLANDER: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Be professionally good looking.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31295585-116987047743630701?l=umgandaboi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31295585/posts/default/116987047743630701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31295585/posts/default/116987047743630701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umgandaboi.blogspot.com/2007/01/grandes-alegrias.html' title='Grandes alegrias'/><author><name>Cristina Coutinho Pereira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31295585.post-116986980484477518</id><published>2007-01-27T03:48:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-27T03:50:04.856Z</updated><title type='text'>Um blog sem mim</title><content type='html'>Um blog sem vida nunca é simpático. Um blog sem movimento é chato. Todos os blogs são... muitos blogs, todas as imagens são geralmente de umas férias quaisquer em Cabo Verde ou  no Brasil, toda a música é ilegal, todos os textos soam a "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dejá vu"&lt;/span&gt;. Só mesmo o sarcasmo chama "blog" a este blog sem mim... e sem a Vera.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31295585-116986980484477518?l=umgandaboi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31295585/posts/default/116986980484477518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31295585/posts/default/116986980484477518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umgandaboi.blogspot.com/2007/01/um-blog-sem-mim.html' title='Um blog sem mim'/><author><name>Cristina Coutinho Pereira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31295585.post-116125217831572207</id><published>2006-10-19T10:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T11:02:58.326+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Dúvidas existenciais (1)</title><content type='html'>Resultados 1 - 10 de cerca de 29.500.000 para &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;qual o sentido da vida&lt;/span&gt;. (0,53 segundos)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resultados 1 - 10 de cerca de 1.510.000 para &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;existe vida para além da morte&lt;/span&gt;. (0,56 segundos)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resultados 1 - 10 de cerca de 313.000 para &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;quem é o pedro mexia&lt;/span&gt;. (0,48 segundos)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31295585-116125217831572207?l=umgandaboi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31295585/posts/default/116125217831572207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31295585/posts/default/116125217831572207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umgandaboi.blogspot.com/2006/10/dvidas-existenciais-1.html' title='Dúvidas existenciais (1)'/><author><name>Cristina Coutinho Pereira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31295585.post-116100811428411903</id><published>2006-10-16T15:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T15:15:14.296+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogosfera (1)</title><content type='html'>Ao percorrer a blogosfera, num exercício de misantropia virtual, costumo dizer que se pudesse escolher,  escolheria apenas os blogs despretensiosos e sensatos para permanecerem online. Percebi agora que seria uma tontice... Não há blogs despretensiosos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31295585-116100811428411903?l=umgandaboi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31295585/posts/default/116100811428411903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31295585/posts/default/116100811428411903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umgandaboi.blogspot.com/2006/10/blogosfera-1.html' title='Blogosfera (1)'/><author><name>Cristina Coutinho Pereira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31295585.post-116099173236793354</id><published>2006-10-16T10:37:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T23:12:15.443+01:00</updated><title type='text'>L. da Silva</title><content type='html'>Ontem enquanto conversava com L., apercebi-me que L. é um nome estúpido para se dar a alguém...&lt;br /&gt;Com nomes tão bonitos, quem é que se lembra de dar o nome de L. a um filho?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31295585-116099173236793354?l=umgandaboi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31295585/posts/default/116099173236793354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31295585/posts/default/116099173236793354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umgandaboi.blogspot.com/2006/10/l-da-silva.html' title='L. da Silva'/><author><name>Cristina Coutinho Pereira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31295585.post-116067215044953268</id><published>2006-10-12T17:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T17:56:57.960+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Futuro (1)</title><content type='html'>De todas as coisas que gostaria de saber e não sei... O horóscopo do Metro está no topo da lista de coisas que um dia espero compreender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Carneiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hoje vai perceber o significado da expressão "Cheio que nem uma lata de sardinhas." Neste caso, uma lata de sardinhas rançosa. O melhor é esperar pelo próximo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... dia rançoso?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31295585-116067215044953268?l=umgandaboi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31295585/posts/default/116067215044953268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31295585/posts/default/116067215044953268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umgandaboi.blogspot.com/2006/10/futuro-1.html' title='Futuro (1)'/><author><name>Cristina Coutinho Pereira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31295585.post-116060386729087424</id><published>2006-10-11T22:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T22:57:47.303+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Saudosismo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6168/238/1600/saudosismo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6168/238/320/saudosismo.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;s. m.,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    movimento nacionalista português, poético e filosófico, de carácter simbolista (início do séc.  XX);&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    suposto sistema filosófico, baseado na saudade;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    fidelidade a ideias e costumes que já não existem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31295585-116060386729087424?l=umgandaboi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31295585/posts/default/116060386729087424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31295585/posts/default/116060386729087424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umgandaboi.blogspot.com/2006/10/saudosismo.html' title='Saudosismo'/><author><name>Cristina Coutinho Pereira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31295585.post-116057927244531199</id><published>2006-10-11T16:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T16:08:31.726+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Trabalho (1)</title><content type='html'>Dói-me a barriga...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31295585-116057927244531199?l=umgandaboi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31295585/posts/default/116057927244531199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31295585/posts/default/116057927244531199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umgandaboi.blogspot.com/2006/10/trabalho-1.html' title='Trabalho (1)'/><author><name>Cristina Coutinho Pereira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31295585.post-116043220062068005</id><published>2006-10-09T23:16:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T23:16:40.620+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Cocktail  (4)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Lembro-me de acabar de ler o Guerra e Paz, na versão original)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31295585-116043220062068005?l=umgandaboi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31295585/posts/default/116043220062068005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31295585/posts/default/116043220062068005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umgandaboi.blogspot.com/2006/10/cocktail-4.html' title='Cocktail  (4)'/><author><name>Cristina Coutinho Pereira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31295585.post-116043215586921974</id><published>2006-10-09T23:15:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T23:15:55.870+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Cocktail  (3)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Lembro-me de ver o meu primeiro filme do Fellini e de ler o meu primeiro Cahiers du Cinéma)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31295585-116043215586921974?l=umgandaboi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31295585/posts/default/116043215586921974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31295585/posts/default/116043215586921974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umgandaboi.blogspot.com/2006/10/cocktail-3.html' title='Cocktail  (3)'/><author><name>Cristina Coutinho Pereira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31295585.post-116043210966946219</id><published>2006-10-09T23:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T23:15:09.670+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Cocktail  (2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Lembro-me da minha professora da 3ª classe... a Dª Conceição, também me lembro da régua da Dª Conceição) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;BRIAN: I'm looking for the Manager.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;DOUG: What's the problem? Did you find a hair in your quiche?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;BRIAN: No, I'm looking for a job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;DOUG: Ah, you'd like to put a hair in somebody else's quiche.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Cocktail, 1988... Quando tinha 9 anos e andava na 3ª classe; o muro caiu em 89... Lembro-me de pouca coisa!)&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/31295585-116043190465738700?l=umgandaboi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31295585/posts/default/116043190465738700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31295585/posts/default/116043190465738700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umgandaboi.blogspot.com/2006/10/cocktail-1.html' title='Cocktail  (1)'/><author><name>Cristina Coutinho Pereira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31295585.post-116042755508766672</id><published>2006-10-09T21:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T21:59:15.103+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tempos Interessantes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fátima bocejou mais uma vez a ouvir o professor de geometria. Aquele rapaz sentado mais lá à frente tinha estado ontem no churrasco de Arquitectura. Chamava-se Aarão, e, segundo a Rita, andava em Escultura, 2º ano. Eram mais ou menos 3 da manhã quando a Rita lhe tinha dito isto; o churrasco de arquitectura estava no auge, já tinham as duas bebido uma vodka a mais, e, se a Fátima estava a ficar com sono, a Rita estava muito desperta e com um brilho nos olhos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- É pena estar aqui pouca gente da faculdade, mas aquele rapaz ali é de escultura - disse, apontando para o Aarão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- Oh Rita, acho que me vou sentar um bocado, estou meia tonta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mal se sentaram Fátima começou a olhar fixamente para o vazio e Rita levantou-se, dizendo que voltava já. Fátima pensou que aquele "já" não soava muito a verdadeiro e quando viu a Rita a conversar com o Aarão, e depois com um outro rapaz, que parecia ser amigo dele, pensou que talvez fosse apanhar uma seca. Perdeu a Rita de vista e só quando o churrasco estava a esvaziar e uma rapariga italiana insistia em meter conversa com ela, embora Fátima não percebesse uma palavra, é que viu a Rita outra vez. Despedia-se do amigo do Aarão com uma série de beijos e aproximou-se de Fátima com um ar de satisfação.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- Vamos embora?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fátima só conseguiu dizer que sim com a cabeça, e depois de uma viagem atribulada no Fiat Seicento da Rita, afundou-se num sono profundo na sua cama, que naquele momento lhe pareceu o paraíso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31295585-116042755508766672?l=umgandaboi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31295585/posts/default/116042755508766672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31295585/posts/default/116042755508766672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umgandaboi.blogspot.com/2006/10/tempos-interessantes.html' title='Tempos Interessantes'/><author><name>Cristina Coutinho Pereira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31295585.post-116017391774523186</id><published>2006-10-06T23:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T23:31:57.746+01:00</updated><title type='text'>ferias em londres (iv)</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;impossiveis.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eu e o chatwin temos essa diferenca. ele viaja. eu, so na minha cabeca.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31295585-116017391774523186?l=umgandaboi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31295585/posts/default/116017391774523186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31295585/posts/default/116017391774523186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umgandaboi.blogspot.com/2006/10/ferias-em-londres-iv.html' title='ferias em londres (iv)'/><author><name>Vera</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31295585.post-116017381870737631</id><published>2006-10-06T23:29:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T23:30:18.706+01:00</updated><title type='text'>ferias em londres (iii)</title><content type='html'>o hall do hostel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31295585-116017381870737631?l=umgandaboi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31295585/posts/default/116017381870737631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31295585/posts/default/116017381870737631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umgandaboi.blogspot.com/2006/10/ferias-em-londres-iii.html' title='ferias em londres (iii)'/><author><name>Vera</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31295585.post-116017379285517198</id><published>2006-10-06T23:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T23:29:52.856+01:00</updated><title type='text'>ferias em londres (ii)</title><content type='html'>a cozinha do hostel. suja. algumas fatias de pao espalhadas no balcao. cha a inglesa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31295585-116017379285517198?l=umgandaboi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31295585/posts/default/116017379285517198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31295585/posts/default/116017379285517198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umgandaboi.blogspot.com/2006/10/ferias-em-londres-ii.html' title='ferias em londres (ii)'/><author><name>Vera</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31295585.post-116017375485169389</id><published>2006-10-06T23:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T23:29:14.853+01:00</updated><title type='text'>ferias em londres (i)</title><content type='html'>o meu quarto de hostel. sujo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31295585-116017375485169389?l=umgandaboi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31295585/posts/default/116017375485169389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31295585/posts/default/116017375485169389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umgandaboi.blogspot.com/2006/10/ferias-em-londres-i.html' title='ferias em londres (i)'/><author><name>Vera</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31295585.post-116017372373972204</id><published>2006-10-06T23:27:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T23:28:43.750+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Descubra as diferencas</title><content type='html'>McGuffin: If I had some duct tape, I could fix that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MacGyver: If I had some duct tape, I could fix that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31295585-116017372373972204?l=umgandaboi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31295585/posts/default/116017372373972204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31295585/posts/default/116017372373972204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umgandaboi.blogspot.com/2006/10/descubra-as-diferencas.html' title='Descubra as diferencas'/><author><name>Vera</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31295585.post-115420114232951358</id><published>2006-07-29T20:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T20:32:19.743+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Férias (3)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Por razões evidentes os textos deste blog vão estar sob a forma analógica em portas de casas de banho de alguns cafés à beira da praia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31295585-115420114232951358?l=umgandaboi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31295585/posts/default/115420114232951358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31295585/posts/default/115420114232951358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umgandaboi.blogspot.com/2006/07/frias-3.html' title='Férias (3)'/><author><name>Cristina Coutinho Pereira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31295585.post-115420105701775088</id><published>2006-07-29T20:23:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T20:31:56.786+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Férias (1)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Férias até chegar a mulher da fava rica...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31295585-115420105701775088?l=umgandaboi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31295585/posts/default/115420105701775088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31295585/posts/default/115420105701775088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umgandaboi.blogspot.com/2006/07/frias-1.html' title='Férias (1)'/><author><name>Cristina Coutinho Pereira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31295585.post-115420102379640940</id><published>2006-07-29T20:23:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T20:31:34.273+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Férias</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Férias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31295585-115420102379640940?l=umgandaboi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31295585/posts/default/115420102379640940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31295585/posts/default/115420102379640940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umgandaboi.blogspot.com/2006/07/frias.html' title='Férias'/><author><name>Cristina Coutinho Pereira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31295585.post-115335634490726206</id><published>2006-07-20T01:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T01:45:44.920+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6168/238/1600/top-gun.0.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6168/238/320/top-gun.0.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAVERICK: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Na minha adolescência lembro-me que a imagem da Samantha Fox (com um maillot atrevido) era recorrente no meu pensamento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHARLIE: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Maverick pode explicar o funcionamento de um MIG?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAVERICK: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A Samantha Fox e a Becas... A Becas a boazona do liceu. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Onde estará a Becas agora?  Onde estarão as mamas da Becas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHARLIE: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Maverick como conseguiu fazer um voo invertido sobre um MIG?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAVERICK: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Vou ver o Brown Bunny, gosto de ver filmes de acção a esta hora da noite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Top Gun//Tony Scott//1987)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31295585-115335634490726206?l=umgandaboi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31295585/posts/default/115335634490726206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31295585/posts/default/115335634490726206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umgandaboi.blogspot.com/2006/07/maverick-na-minha-adolescncia-lembro.html' title=''/><author><name>Cristina Coutinho Pereira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31295585.post-115335130171795437</id><published>2006-07-20T00:16:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T00:21:41.730+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  No, I don't love anyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Maybe my sister&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Maybe my baby brother too, yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I don't love Pedro Mexia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Belle &amp;  Sebastian)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque é divertido chatear pessoas chatas...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31295585-115335130171795437?l=umgandaboi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31295585/posts/default/115335130171795437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31295585/posts/default/115335130171795437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umgandaboi.blogspot.com/2006/07/no-i-dont-love-anyone-maybe-my-sister.html' title=''/><author><name>Cristina Coutinho Pereira</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31295585.post-115321836448365847</id><published>2006-07-18T11:24:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T11:26:04.500+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Faço uma viagem pela blogosfera portuguesa e não encontro novidades estimulantes. Assim, cresceu a necessidade de criar um blog que marcasse verdadeiramente a diferença.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31295585-115321836448365847?l=umgandaboi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31295585/posts/default/115321836448365847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31295585/posts/default/115321836448365847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umgandaboi.blogspot.com/2006/07/fao-uma-viagem-pela-blogosfera.html' title=''/><author><name>Vera</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
