<?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-1680133487914606838</id><updated>2011-11-27T23:43:03.080Z</updated><category term='lingua'/><category term='inglesismos'/><category term='portugal'/><category term='inglaterra'/><title type='text'>T-DOIS</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-dois.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680133487914606838/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-dois.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>T-2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13111828902507721869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q83/tdois/T2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>31</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1680133487914606838.post-6174576564786675963</id><published>2008-12-25T04:16:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-12-25T04:28:43.453Z</updated><title type='text'>A crise... ai a criisseee</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gNErhzr3jnc/SVMLMmI0H9I/AAAAAAAAAEw/wOFSqHSl0hU/s1600-h/crisis_management.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283579098859577298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 247px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gNErhzr3jnc/SVMLMmI0H9I/AAAAAAAAAEw/wOFSqHSl0hU/s400/crisis_management.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Começamos desde já...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para onde vamos no próximo ano?&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto ainda acabo o meu belo repasto natalício, onde a maior das minhas preocupações foi tentar que todo o alcoól ingerido não me colocasse de forma enebriante para conduzir até casa, o tema que todos falam em cima da mesa é o mesmo: &lt;strong&gt;"a crise que está aí!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pois é! a &lt;strong&gt;CRISE&lt;/strong&gt;!! mas...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;crise de quê? eu nao páro de ver as pessoas a comprar desenfreadamente, não páro de ver os desejos e sonhos das pessoas a serem concretizados em curtos espaço de tempo como se não houvesse hipótese de os concretizar amanhã...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continuo a ver que todos preferem os quartos mais caros e com melhores vistas, ninguem se priva de passar uma bela noite de fim-de-ano com direito a TUDO... quando no bolso aparentemente quase não têm nada....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Por isso eu pergunto, se a crise está aí, e REALMENTE existe menos dinheiro no nosso bolso do que em anos anteriores, então porque raio todos os hóteis da Serra da Estrela estão repletos, e todos os shoppings estão sempre cheios e os produtos escasseiam?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se quando existe uma crise a sério, a mudança de paradigma e modo de actuar das pessoas/sociedade são dramáticamente alterados,  então eu diria que nós ainda não estamos em crise, pois aparentemente as nossas cabecinhas "debitam" da mesma forma que anteriormente...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Viva la revolución !!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1680133487914606838-6174576564786675963?l=t-dois.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-dois.blogspot.com/feeds/6174576564786675963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1680133487914606838&amp;postID=6174576564786675963&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680133487914606838/posts/default/6174576564786675963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680133487914606838/posts/default/6174576564786675963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-dois.blogspot.com/2008/12/crise-ai-criisseee.html' title='A crise... ai a criisseee'/><author><name>T-2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13111828902507721869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q83/tdois/T2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gNErhzr3jnc/SVMLMmI0H9I/AAAAAAAAAEw/wOFSqHSl0hU/s72-c/crisis_management.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1680133487914606838.post-6176533796351103559</id><published>2008-12-25T03:57:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-12-25T04:07:56.359Z</updated><title type='text'>Back From Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gNErhzr3jnc/SVMEt1cgIFI/AAAAAAAAAEo/GyyM-77P_60/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283571973322973266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gNErhzr3jnc/SVMEt1cgIFI/AAAAAAAAAEo/GyyM-77P_60/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Agora que está terminado o exercício acho que estou em condições fisícas e psicológicas para voltar a escrever um pouquinho aqui por este estaminé.&lt;br /&gt;Volvido mais de um ano depois, e tendo em conta os tumúltos pessoais e profissionais que se avizinham para o próximo ano com a mudança de emprego para um ramo que sempre ambicionei estar... bom vamos ver se isto corre bem e se os meus hóspedes voltam sempre!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A todos uma continuação de um óptimo natal e &lt;em&gt;stay tuned&lt;/em&gt; !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1680133487914606838-6176533796351103559?l=t-dois.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-dois.blogspot.com/feeds/6176533796351103559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1680133487914606838&amp;postID=6176533796351103559&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680133487914606838/posts/default/6176533796351103559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680133487914606838/posts/default/6176533796351103559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-dois.blogspot.com/2008/12/back-from-christmas.html' title='Back From Christmas'/><author><name>T-2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13111828902507721869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q83/tdois/T2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gNErhzr3jnc/SVMEt1cgIFI/AAAAAAAAAEo/GyyM-77P_60/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1680133487914606838.post-4203057666302573878</id><published>2007-07-06T20:37:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-07-06T20:40:30.255Z</updated><title type='text'>Contra-Ataque...</title><content type='html'>Este já não sei se anda por aí a circular...&lt;br /&gt;Mas que a verdade é acidrra e o kibrekru, lá isso é...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tUcTWOdyXLo" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1680133487914606838-4203057666302573878?l=t-dois.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-dois.blogspot.com/feeds/4203057666302573878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1680133487914606838&amp;postID=4203057666302573878&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680133487914606838/posts/default/4203057666302573878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680133487914606838/posts/default/4203057666302573878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-dois.blogspot.com/2007/07/contra-ataque.html' title='Contra-Ataque...'/><author><name>T-2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13111828902507721869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q83/tdois/T2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1680133487914606838.post-8847294415306467244</id><published>2007-07-04T20:13:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-07-04T20:20:45.992Z</updated><title type='text'>Bird Watcher</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gNErhzr3jnc/RowA-u-snoI/AAAAAAAAADY/9IW7Fb8AdAg/s1600-h/sem+tÃ&amp;shy;tulo.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083439157157338754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gNErhzr3jnc/RowA-u-snoI/AAAAAAAAADY/9IW7Fb8AdAg/s400/sem+t%C3%ADtulo.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Aconteceu-me algo que nunca me tinha acontecido ate hoje...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto viajava descansado da vida (ou quase desacansado porque já ia atrasado para o trabalho) navegando pela pouco concorrida VCI (pouco mesmo... à hora que eu ia...) vejo um passarito a voar a tentar atravessar a dita cuja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lá foi ele, levanta voo... e... pimba!!! em cheio no pára-brisas!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Após bater no meu vidro, olho pelo retro-visor e vejo-o a rodar no ar e entre si até que cai no chão...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi um momento triste na minha vida...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uns chamar-me-ão de assassino... outros dirão que sou preguiçoso e calaceiro, se tivesse acordado mais cedo já não daria cabo da vida de outrém...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas a verdade é que agora (já noite) ainda estou a pensar no passarito que levou com um pára-brisas no bico!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Custa-me pronto...&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/1680133487914606838-8847294415306467244?l=t-dois.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-dois.blogspot.com/feeds/8847294415306467244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1680133487914606838&amp;postID=8847294415306467244&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680133487914606838/posts/default/8847294415306467244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680133487914606838/posts/default/8847294415306467244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-dois.blogspot.com/2007/07/bird-watcher.html' title='Bird Watcher'/><author><name>T-2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13111828902507721869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q83/tdois/T2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gNErhzr3jnc/RowA-u-snoI/AAAAAAAAADY/9IW7Fb8AdAg/s72-c/sem+t%C3%ADtulo.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1680133487914606838.post-2584979539794641656</id><published>2007-06-01T20:42:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-06-01T20:57:01.375Z</updated><title type='text'>Timeout...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gNErhzr3jnc/RmCFfCtaqrI/AAAAAAAAADQ/APCJ6GH8EWQ/s1600-h/sex-tired.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071199948768979634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gNErhzr3jnc/RmCFfCtaqrI/AAAAAAAAADQ/APCJ6GH8EWQ/s400/sex-tired.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sim... já não tenho escrito nada há já algum tempo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Contudo, vou continuar a fazer mais sexo e a escrever menos no blog!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fiquem atentos, até ao dia que me farto... e volto ao blog!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1680133487914606838-2584979539794641656?l=t-dois.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-dois.blogspot.com/feeds/2584979539794641656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1680133487914606838&amp;postID=2584979539794641656&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680133487914606838/posts/default/2584979539794641656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680133487914606838/posts/default/2584979539794641656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-dois.blogspot.com/2007/06/timeout.html' title='Timeout...'/><author><name>T-2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13111828902507721869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q83/tdois/T2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gNErhzr3jnc/RmCFfCtaqrI/AAAAAAAAADQ/APCJ6GH8EWQ/s72-c/sex-tired.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1680133487914606838.post-2320637807527853663</id><published>2007-05-01T17:20:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-05-01T17:23:54.767Z</updated><title type='text'>Ele...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gNErhzr3jnc/Rjd3bwungdI/AAAAAAAAADI/LHFDHMDi-HM/s1600-h/bsi_who23.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059644025194643922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gNErhzr3jnc/Rjd3bwungdI/AAAAAAAAADI/LHFDHMDi-HM/s400/bsi_who23.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ele é carro novo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ele é nova viagem...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ele é com novas &lt;em&gt;gaffas&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ele há garrafas verdes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ele há chouriços amarelos...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ele...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ele...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quem é este ele que todos falam???&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que raios...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1680133487914606838-2320637807527853663?l=t-dois.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-dois.blogspot.com/feeds/2320637807527853663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1680133487914606838&amp;postID=2320637807527853663&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680133487914606838/posts/default/2320637807527853663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680133487914606838/posts/default/2320637807527853663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-dois.blogspot.com/2007/05/ele.html' title='Ele...'/><author><name>T-2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13111828902507721869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q83/tdois/T2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gNErhzr3jnc/Rjd3bwungdI/AAAAAAAAADI/LHFDHMDi-HM/s72-c/bsi_who23.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1680133487914606838.post-3323002794541206602</id><published>2007-04-25T21:39:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-04-25T21:40:46.017Z</updated><title type='text'>Não consigo resistir...</title><content type='html'>Não consegui resistir...&lt;br /&gt;Sei que anda por aí a circular... mas está demais!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GG06wtw-mWY"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GG06wtw-mWY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&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/1680133487914606838-3323002794541206602?l=t-dois.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-dois.blogspot.com/feeds/3323002794541206602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1680133487914606838&amp;postID=3323002794541206602&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680133487914606838/posts/default/3323002794541206602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680133487914606838/posts/default/3323002794541206602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-dois.blogspot.com/2007/04/no-consigo-resistir.html' title='Não consigo resistir...'/><author><name>T-2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13111828902507721869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q83/tdois/T2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1680133487914606838.post-4829929898404012109</id><published>2007-04-18T00:18:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-04-18T00:20:05.471Z</updated><title type='text'>Turle Power !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Ora aí está a razão pela qual comecei a comer pizza...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pizza time... &lt;strong&gt;Turtle Power!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054556127407294562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gNErhzr3jnc/RiVkBIdiyGI/AAAAAAAAADA/A0-fQgBy_aU/s400/tmnt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1680133487914606838-4829929898404012109?l=t-dois.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-dois.blogspot.com/feeds/4829929898404012109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1680133487914606838&amp;postID=4829929898404012109&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680133487914606838/posts/default/4829929898404012109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680133487914606838/posts/default/4829929898404012109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-dois.blogspot.com/2007/04/turle-power.html' title='Turle Power !'/><author><name>T-2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13111828902507721869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q83/tdois/T2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gNErhzr3jnc/RiVkBIdiyGI/AAAAAAAAADA/A0-fQgBy_aU/s72-c/tmnt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1680133487914606838.post-9117359684818430177</id><published>2007-04-14T20:16:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-04-14T20:23:45.810Z</updated><title type='text'>Vicky</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gNErhzr3jnc/RiE3pIdiyFI/AAAAAAAAAC4/yilir1nNA10/s1600-h/victoria-beckam-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053381436671969362" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gNErhzr3jnc/RiE3pIdiyFI/AAAAAAAAAC4/yilir1nNA10/s400/victoria-beckam-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Sem comentários...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Victoria Beckham anda a beber vinho para engordar. De acordo com o site femalefirst, a cantora está farta que as pessoas a critiquem por estar muito magra e por isso decidiu aderir à dieta do álcool para aumentar o apetite. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;«A Victoria tem um grande frigorífico para o vinho na casa em Madrid e vai ter outro na casa da Califórnia. Ela e o David têm uma pessoa que lhes está a ajudar a organizar a mudança para os EUA e isso inclui a procura de bons vinhos na Califórnia»,&lt;/em&gt; disse uma fonte não identificada à revista Closer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Segundo a imprensa britânica, Victoria faz apenas uma refeição por dia, recusa comer hidratos de carbono, e só come peixe cozinhado ao vapor, vegetais e saladas.&lt;/div&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.iol.pt/modaesocial/noticia.php?id=796890&amp;amp;div_id=2454"&gt;in iol.pt&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/1680133487914606838-9117359684818430177?l=t-dois.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-dois.blogspot.com/feeds/9117359684818430177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1680133487914606838&amp;postID=9117359684818430177&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680133487914606838/posts/default/9117359684818430177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680133487914606838/posts/default/9117359684818430177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-dois.blogspot.com/2007/04/vicky.html' title='Vicky'/><author><name>T-2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13111828902507721869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q83/tdois/T2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gNErhzr3jnc/RiE3pIdiyFI/AAAAAAAAAC4/yilir1nNA10/s72-c/victoria-beckam-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1680133487914606838.post-5036787822580224564</id><published>2007-04-02T20:34:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-04-02T20:36:00.017Z</updated><title type='text'>É preciso ter azar...</title><content type='html'>É preciso ter azar... ou talvez ser um bocadinho mais inteligente!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NpFGTaRvHc4" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1680133487914606838-5036787822580224564?l=t-dois.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-dois.blogspot.com/feeds/5036787822580224564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1680133487914606838&amp;postID=5036787822580224564&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680133487914606838/posts/default/5036787822580224564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680133487914606838/posts/default/5036787822580224564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-dois.blogspot.com/2007/04/preciso-ter-azar.html' title='É preciso ter azar...'/><author><name>T-2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13111828902507721869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q83/tdois/T2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1680133487914606838.post-7522479633546582221</id><published>2007-03-30T20:52:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-30T20:59:21.040Z</updated><title type='text'>Lucky number 7</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gNErhzr3jnc/Rg15KYD4v6I/AAAAAAAAACw/c3z4kS6CsOw/s1600-h/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047823976516599714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gNErhzr3jnc/Rg15KYD4v6I/AAAAAAAAACw/c3z4kS6CsOw/s400/7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7 Coisas que sei fazer bem:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; – Divertir-me&lt;br /&gt;2 – Ouvir os outros&lt;br /&gt;3 – Dormir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;4 – Trabalhar (se bem motivado…)&lt;br /&gt;5 – Conduzir (pá modéstia à parte, sai da freente caralhhh!)&lt;br /&gt;6 – Zapping&lt;br /&gt;7 – A resposta que todos esperavam… SEXO (este gajo gaba-se totil!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7 Coisas que não sei fazer:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 – Responder com criatividade a estes inquéritos&lt;br /&gt;2 – Patinar&lt;br /&gt;3 – Cozinhados&lt;br /&gt;4 – Limpar o pó&lt;br /&gt;5 – Aturar putos mimados&lt;br /&gt;6 – Engenharia Quimica&lt;br /&gt;7 – Parlare Italiano&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7 Coisas que digo frequentemente:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 - fdasss&lt;br /&gt;2 - sinceramente&lt;br /&gt;3 – munto munto muntoooooo&lt;br /&gt;4 – dá-lheeeee&lt;br /&gt;5 – do it&lt;br /&gt;6 – morrrreu… de repente&lt;br /&gt;7 – altamente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7 Qualidades que aprecio no sexo oposto:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 – Atitude / Proactiva&lt;br /&gt;2 – Bom gosto&lt;br /&gt;3 – Inteligência&lt;br /&gt;4 – Beleza Natural&lt;br /&gt;5 – Charme&lt;br /&gt;6 – Hobbies (isto é, não ser casa-trabalho-casa)&lt;br /&gt;7 – Goste de Viajar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7 Filmes preferidos (só 7 ???)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 – The Matrix I&lt;br /&gt;2 – The Fight Club&lt;br /&gt;3 – The Departed&lt;br /&gt;4 – Advogado do Diabo&lt;br /&gt;5 – Closer&lt;br /&gt;6 – Braveheart&lt;br /&gt;7 – Underworld &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7 Actores/actrizes preferidos/as:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 – Al Pacino&lt;br /&gt;2 – Robert de Niro&lt;br /&gt;3 – Brad Pitt&lt;br /&gt;4 – Mel Gibson&lt;br /&gt;5 – Angelina Jolie&lt;br /&gt;6 – Cate Blanchet&lt;br /&gt;7 – Kate Beckinsale&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7 Vítimas:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 – Não coloco as 7, mas antes pedia ao sr. Primeiro-ministro que respondesse ás &lt;strong&gt;7 Coisas que  sei fazer; 7 Coisas que não sei fazer; 7 Coisas que digo frequentemente&lt;/strong&gt;. Isto para que nós possamos perceber bem o que ele anda a fazer… &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1680133487914606838-7522479633546582221?l=t-dois.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-dois.blogspot.com/feeds/7522479633546582221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1680133487914606838&amp;postID=7522479633546582221&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680133487914606838/posts/default/7522479633546582221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680133487914606838/posts/default/7522479633546582221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-dois.blogspot.com/2007/03/lucky-number-7.html' title='Lucky number 7'/><author><name>T-2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13111828902507721869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q83/tdois/T2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gNErhzr3jnc/Rg15KYD4v6I/AAAAAAAAACw/c3z4kS6CsOw/s72-c/7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1680133487914606838.post-9079635374939363210</id><published>2007-03-28T22:28:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-28T22:37:20.724Z</updated><title type='text'>Porto</title><content type='html'>Páh, desculpem-me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas não consigo decidir qual destas duas imagens é a mais bonita, a que me dá mais inspiração, a mais glamorosa...&lt;br /&gt;Talvez vocês me possam ajudar!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047107253849079682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gNErhzr3jnc/RgrtToD4v4I/AAAAAAAAACc/H68cGtZPGpA/s400/1120327.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047107481482346386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gNErhzr3jnc/Rgrtg4D4v5I/AAAAAAAAACk/EJ-Xeoz9wHo/s400/1126598.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Obrigado Porto por seres assim !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1680133487914606838-9079635374939363210?l=t-dois.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-dois.blogspot.com/feeds/9079635374939363210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1680133487914606838&amp;postID=9079635374939363210&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680133487914606838/posts/default/9079635374939363210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680133487914606838/posts/default/9079635374939363210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-dois.blogspot.com/2007/03/porto.html' title='Porto'/><author><name>T-2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13111828902507721869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q83/tdois/T2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gNErhzr3jnc/RgrtToD4v4I/AAAAAAAAACc/H68cGtZPGpA/s72-c/1120327.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1680133487914606838.post-5959086999047358083</id><published>2007-03-20T15:13:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-20T16:00:55.244Z</updated><title type='text'>Amor à Americana</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gNErhzr3jnc/Rf_7BiZMZcI/AAAAAAAAACE/F6RyZ4qMkWA/s1600-h/walmart_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044026111509161410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gNErhzr3jnc/Rf_7BiZMZcI/AAAAAAAAACE/F6RyZ4qMkWA/s400/walmart_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.walmart.com"&gt;Wal-Mart&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, mega empresa dos EUA, despediu no ano passado dois dos seus executivos de marketing, por alegadamente se envolverem num relacionamento amoroso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entre tanto sururu, em que um diz que não tinha envolvimento amoroso, contraposto com emails por parte da Wal-Mart que cita: &lt;em&gt;" Penso em nós todo o tempo. Pequenos momentos como poder olhar a tua face quando me beijas...",&lt;/em&gt; relevo a seguinte questão:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É plausível que algum de nós esteja PROIBIDO de se envolver com alguém do trabalho?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Isto significa que a performance de todos nós tenderá a piorar? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A mim nunca tal me aconteceu, há por aí alguém que possa dizer algo de sua justiça?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2007/03/20/business/20walmart.html?_r=1&amp;oref=slogin"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Artigo na íntegra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2007/03/20/business/20walmart.html?_r=1&amp;amp;oref=slogin"&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/1680133487914606838-5959086999047358083?l=t-dois.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-dois.blogspot.com/feeds/5959086999047358083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1680133487914606838&amp;postID=5959086999047358083&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680133487914606838/posts/default/5959086999047358083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680133487914606838/posts/default/5959086999047358083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-dois.blogspot.com/2007/03/wal-mart-mega-empresa-dos-eua-despediu.html' title='Amor à Americana'/><author><name>T-2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13111828902507721869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q83/tdois/T2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gNErhzr3jnc/Rf_7BiZMZcI/AAAAAAAAACE/F6RyZ4qMkWA/s72-c/walmart_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1680133487914606838.post-2267922541210946864</id><published>2007-03-07T16:16:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-07T16:19:28.407Z</updated><title type='text'>Sexy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Não a cantora...&lt;br /&gt;Mas a musica, a voz dela, tudo junto tem um &lt;em&gt;je ne sais quoi&lt;/em&gt; que, aiii...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-NxONe7mTWU" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tás a ouvir?&lt;br /&gt;Dial Up my Number...&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/1680133487914606838-2267922541210946864?l=t-dois.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-dois.blogspot.com/feeds/2267922541210946864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1680133487914606838&amp;postID=2267922541210946864&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680133487914606838/posts/default/2267922541210946864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680133487914606838/posts/default/2267922541210946864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-dois.blogspot.com/2007/03/sexy.html' title='Sexy'/><author><name>T-2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13111828902507721869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q83/tdois/T2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1680133487914606838.post-959974346092833624</id><published>2007-02-27T21:06:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-27T21:44:50.472Z</updated><title type='text'>Este século é meu!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"(...) who, in their right mind, could possibly deny the 20th century was entirely mine?(...)"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"(...)It's my time now(...)"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3USAgxa2PFg" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conversava um dia destes com uma familiar minha, em que lhe procurava explicar de uma forma resumida qual o meu &lt;em&gt;lifestyle&lt;/em&gt;, e os meus objectivos para o futuro próximo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Deparei-me com uma reacção de perplexidade e ansiedade da sua parte, que mais parecia que as palavras proferidas pelo seu sobrinho &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(querido)&lt;/span&gt; estariam a sair directamente da boca do demo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O clip de filme acima, não procura ter qualquer conotação religiosa, apenas concilia uma visão bipolar daquilo que parece ser a imagem que "temos" aos olhos da geração anterior.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Uma das partes parece que procura exactamente o oposto da outra!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apenas quero reflectir que os valores estão a mudar&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (se é que já não mudaram totalmente)&lt;/span&gt; e que parece que "somos" o DIABO.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sei que hoje em dia todos procuramos um bem-estar, somos cada vez mais narcisistas &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(embora na realidade não o admitamos),&lt;/span&gt; procuramos a sensação rápida e intensa...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tudo isto em detrimento de valores "clássicos" como a estabilidade de relacionamentos, o bem ao próximo, a responsabilidade, o amor incondicional, a familia &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(grande e [à partida] unida)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nem sei se concordam muito com isto, mas na realidade é a ideia que fico sempre que tenho um &lt;em&gt;tête-à-tête&lt;/em&gt; com um familiar meu!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E nem foi preciso o Diabo ter advogado…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1680133487914606838-959974346092833624?l=t-dois.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-dois.blogspot.com/feeds/959974346092833624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1680133487914606838&amp;postID=959974346092833624&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680133487914606838/posts/default/959974346092833624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680133487914606838/posts/default/959974346092833624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-dois.blogspot.com/2007/02/blog-post.html' title='Este século é meu!'/><author><name>T-2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13111828902507721869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q83/tdois/T2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1680133487914606838.post-5330421561264613840</id><published>2007-02-19T18:50:00.002Z</published><updated>2007-02-19T18:59:05.080Z</updated><title type='text'>Máscaras</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gNErhzr3jnc/RdnzVf7njiI/AAAAAAAAAB4/bI2I-_3ZfbM/s1600-h/20060205003847-mascaras.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033321609237597730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gNErhzr3jnc/RdnzVf7njiI/AAAAAAAAAB4/bI2I-_3ZfbM/s400/20060205003847-mascaras.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Estamos na altura em que nos preocupamos com o que mascaramos. No entanto alguns parecem que não as tiram, e passam despercebidos nesta altura do ano!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1680133487914606838-5330421561264613840?l=t-dois.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-dois.blogspot.com/feeds/5330421561264613840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1680133487914606838&amp;postID=5330421561264613840&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680133487914606838/posts/default/5330421561264613840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680133487914606838/posts/default/5330421561264613840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-dois.blogspot.com/2007/02/mscaras.html' title='Máscaras'/><author><name>T-2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13111828902507721869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q83/tdois/T2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gNErhzr3jnc/RdnzVf7njiI/AAAAAAAAAB4/bI2I-_3ZfbM/s72-c/20060205003847-mascaras.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1680133487914606838.post-5389727779097660233</id><published>2007-02-16T22:58:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-16T23:11:25.355Z</updated><title type='text'>Gatinho, gatinho, gatinho</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sei que começa a ser repetitivo estar sempre a colocar videos em vez de escrever...&lt;br /&gt;Adoro animais, e cenas como esta merecem sempre que lhes seja dada referência!&lt;br /&gt;No minimo é impressionante como um felino destes, predador, carnívoro "consegue" ter este tipo de comportamento!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HuWM-h-aVE0" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1680133487914606838-5389727779097660233?l=t-dois.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-dois.blogspot.com/feeds/5389727779097660233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1680133487914606838&amp;postID=5389727779097660233&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680133487914606838/posts/default/5389727779097660233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680133487914606838/posts/default/5389727779097660233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-dois.blogspot.com/2007/02/gatinho-gatinho-gatinho.html' title='Gatinho, gatinho, gatinho'/><author><name>T-2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13111828902507721869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q83/tdois/T2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1680133487914606838.post-2863226998916790563</id><published>2007-02-15T19:05:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-15T19:07:23.048Z</updated><title type='text'>Need for Speed</title><content type='html'>Chegou-me isto por email...&lt;br /&gt;Para quem gosta de motos sabe o risco e a perícia do gajo!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Irresponsabilidade vs Talento&lt;/strong&gt; ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NKRmAfUe2Ao" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adoro motos, mas não sei se o faria!!!&lt;br /&gt;Fica o video para a posteridade!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1680133487914606838-2863226998916790563?l=t-dois.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-dois.blogspot.com/feeds/2863226998916790563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1680133487914606838&amp;postID=2863226998916790563&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680133487914606838/posts/default/2863226998916790563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680133487914606838/posts/default/2863226998916790563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-dois.blogspot.com/2007/02/need-for-speed.html' title='Need for Speed'/><author><name>T-2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13111828902507721869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q83/tdois/T2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1680133487914606838.post-8941723834956214038</id><published>2007-02-12T23:20:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-08T23:21:37.600Z</updated><title type='text'>Talvez... a causa das coisas!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Aconselho a ver quem gosta de "perceber" como as coisas estão relacionadas entre si...&lt;br /&gt;Todos os outros, fechem a janela e partam para outro blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lWWKBY7gx_0" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1680133487914606838-8941723834956214038?l=t-dois.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-dois.blogspot.com/feeds/8941723834956214038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1680133487914606838&amp;postID=8941723834956214038&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680133487914606838/posts/default/8941723834956214038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680133487914606838/posts/default/8941723834956214038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-dois.blogspot.com/2007/02/talvez-causa-das-coisas.html' title='Talvez... a causa das coisas!!'/><author><name>T-2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13111828902507721869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q83/tdois/T2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1680133487914606838.post-7795936115523671522</id><published>2007-02-04T21:33:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-04T21:41:43.921Z</updated><title type='text'>HugShirt</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gNErhzr3jnc/RcZRenOX5fI/AAAAAAAAABs/U3RkC6rApuY/s1600-h/hugshirt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027795620372932082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gNErhzr3jnc/RcZRenOX5fI/AAAAAAAAABs/U3RkC6rApuY/s400/hugshirt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Calma, não é nenhum post erótico, nem vos quero vender nada &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(quem dera que fosse minha para tal).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sempre fui um pouco entusiasta no que diz respeito a &lt;em&gt;gadgets&lt;/em&gt;, e a inovações quer sejam elas pequenas ou grandes. Gosto de saber o que são e para que servem, normalmente em algumas não lhes predico grande futuro &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(ou um futuro grande).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;eparei-me contudo, com uma que creio que poderá ser bem interessante, e teria "pernas para andar" caso exista alguém &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(empresa obviamente)&lt;/span&gt; que &lt;strong&gt;massifique&lt;/strong&gt; esta inovação.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como o título do post elucida, falo de uma &lt;a href="http://www.cutecircuit.com/now/2006/11/07/time-best-inventions-of-2006-hug-shirt/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HugShirt&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Como o próprio nome indica, trata-se de uma camisola que dá abraços a quem a usa. Abraços esses que poderão ser enviados de qualquer pessoa em qualquer parte do mundo!!!&lt;br /&gt;O funcionamento da “coisa” resume-se ao &lt;strong&gt;indivíduo A&lt;/strong&gt; que envia um sms para o &lt;strong&gt;indivíduo B&lt;/strong&gt;, que dispõe da HugShirt &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(e dos softwares, no seu telemóvel, necessários  para interagir com a camisola),&lt;/span&gt; e que ao receber a sms a camisola “aperta” conforme a pessoa que o envia &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(personalizável)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No mínimo estranho, não?&lt;br /&gt;Não creio, com a proliferação de toques, ícones, MMS, vídeos, etc.; parece-me que se a camisola tiver vários modelos/estilos, e for relativamente fácil de adquirir, bem que poderemos estar a ver o próximo grande artigo de ócio, e de "sinalização" na sociedade!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que é que vos parece? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1680133487914606838-7795936115523671522?l=t-dois.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-dois.blogspot.com/feeds/7795936115523671522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1680133487914606838&amp;postID=7795936115523671522&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680133487914606838/posts/default/7795936115523671522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680133487914606838/posts/default/7795936115523671522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-dois.blogspot.com/2007/02/hugshirt.html' title='HugShirt'/><author><name>T-2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13111828902507721869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q83/tdois/T2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gNErhzr3jnc/RcZRenOX5fI/AAAAAAAAABs/U3RkC6rApuY/s72-c/hugshirt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1680133487914606838.post-270449404090035775</id><published>2007-01-29T19:45:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-29T19:54:12.492Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inglesismos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='portugal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lingua'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inglaterra'/><title type='text'>Inglesismos</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gNErhzr3jnc/Rb5P1-eGjyI/AAAAAAAAABg/fN919UDZhxE/s1600-h/bandeira%20nacional1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025542022912970530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gNErhzr3jnc/Rb5P1-eGjyI/AAAAAAAAABg/fN919UDZhxE/s400/bandeira%2520nacional1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Não se trata de um post vingativo…&lt;br /&gt;Não se trata de um post correctivo…&lt;br /&gt;Não pretendo dar lições de moral a ninguém…&lt;br /&gt;Não quero que pensem que me acho melhor que outros…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vejo imensas pessoas a utilizar expressões em inglês que poderiam ser ditas da mesma forma no nosso português. Como o típico &lt;em&gt;“see ya”&lt;/em&gt; ou o &lt;em&gt;“love you”&lt;/em&gt; por entre outros.&lt;br /&gt;Não sou contra isto, creio até que um dia iremos todos conjugar em uma só língua oficial e &lt;strong&gt;HOJE&lt;/strong&gt; pode-se dizer que o inglês tem tudo para ser a língua eleita.&lt;br /&gt;Mas se há coisa que me irrita, são os &lt;em&gt;“inglesismos”&lt;/em&gt; utilizados exacerbadamente, e ainda pior quando o fazem &lt;strong&gt;MAL!&lt;/strong&gt; como &lt;em&gt;"so onde and so onde"&lt;/em&gt; ou &lt;em&gt;"i fill you"&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Senhores(as) se não sabem, não inventem. Agora responderem com expressões em inglês (para  tentar parecer algo que não são…) e ainda por cima se o fazem com erros de palmatória, façam como eu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DIGAM-NO EM PORTUGUÊS!&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/1680133487914606838-270449404090035775?l=t-dois.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-dois.blogspot.com/feeds/270449404090035775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1680133487914606838&amp;postID=270449404090035775&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680133487914606838/posts/default/270449404090035775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680133487914606838/posts/default/270449404090035775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-dois.blogspot.com/2007/01/inglesismos.html' title='Inglesismos'/><author><name>T-2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13111828902507721869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q83/tdois/T2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gNErhzr3jnc/Rb5P1-eGjyI/AAAAAAAAABg/fN919UDZhxE/s72-c/bandeira%2520nacional1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1680133487914606838.post-2509305272823061203</id><published>2007-01-22T16:59:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-22T17:22:12.131Z</updated><title type='text'>Percepção vs Realidade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gNErhzr3jnc/RbTwnORgdVI/AAAAAAAAABU/LyMH1Vhj5t8/s1600-h/200428472-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022904041062036818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gNErhzr3jnc/RbTwnORgdVI/AAAAAAAAABU/LyMH1Vhj5t8/s400/200428472-001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Atenção, isto não é Realidade !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lia um dia destes um artigo numa revista acerca das percepções efectuadas pelo ser humano. Em suma, o que o artigo pretendia esclarecer eram os impulsos que existem quando tomamos conhecimento de algo, quer seja objecto, pessoa, imagem ou cheiro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pus-me a pensar um pouco sobre isto, e cheguei à BRILHANTE conclusão que a &lt;strong&gt;Percepção É a Realidade!&lt;/strong&gt; Isto é, se todos nós sabemos que as primeiras impressões são 60% (ou mais) para efectuarmos o nosso juízo sobre algo, será também “directo” concluir que o que nos apercebemos de algo ou alguém é aquilo que consideramos como &lt;strong&gt;REALIDADE!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exemplos?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 – &lt;strong&gt;Aston Martin&lt;/strong&gt; – Nunca tive nenhum, nem nunca sequer andei num. Contudo acho que o carro é o SUPRA-SUMO de todos os automóveis.&lt;br /&gt;2 – &lt;strong&gt;Macintosh&lt;/strong&gt; – Nunca tive nenhum, já os vi à venda, nunca trabalhei com nenhum. Na minha opinião são computadores exactamente iguais aos demais, com outro design e diferente sistema operativo.&lt;br /&gt;3 – &lt;strong&gt;Monte Carlo&lt;/strong&gt; – Ainda não estive lá (enfatize-se o ainda…), mas a percepção que tenho é de aquilo ser &lt;em&gt;supê-chic&lt;/em&gt;, e de grande “qualidade”.&lt;br /&gt;4 – &lt;strong&gt;Argentina&lt;/strong&gt; – Nunca la estive, nem conheço ninguém de lá, mas tenho uma percepção que a única coisa que de lá se aproveita são os jogadores de futebol e as argentinas!!!!&lt;br /&gt;5 – &lt;strong&gt;Herman José&lt;/strong&gt; – Não o conheço pessoalmente, não sei quem ele é na realidade, mas tenho a percepção que o gajo é gay!&lt;br /&gt;6 – &lt;strong&gt;Vendedores&lt;/strong&gt; – Aparece um vendedor vestido de fato e gravata, e outro de jeans e sweat e em antemão acho que o que veste fato e gravata será mais competente que o outro. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;7 - &lt;strong&gt;A foto acima exposta&lt;/strong&gt; - Que raios, um(a) hippie, provavelmente desalojado, provavelmente será toxicodependente, e tem de fazer aquelas figuras "tristes" para sobreviver. Será?? ou talvez alguém com gosto no que faz, e que até possa ser bem rica, e que me chame a mim desalojado por viver num apartamento?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contrárias a estas minhas percepções, devem existir centenas ou milhares de pessoas que pensam exactamente o contrário… Mas porquê? Porque conhecem a REALIDADE? ou têm PERCEPÇÕES diferentes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Será a realidade diferente da percepção?&lt;br /&gt;Ou a percepção é a realidade?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já agora, será que a vossa percepção de mim, é aquela que eu considero realidade?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1680133487914606838-2509305272823061203?l=t-dois.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-dois.blogspot.com/feeds/2509305272823061203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1680133487914606838&amp;postID=2509305272823061203&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680133487914606838/posts/default/2509305272823061203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680133487914606838/posts/default/2509305272823061203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-dois.blogspot.com/2007/01/percepo-vs-realidade.html' title='Percepção vs Realidade'/><author><name>T-2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13111828902507721869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q83/tdois/T2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gNErhzr3jnc/RbTwnORgdVI/AAAAAAAAABU/LyMH1Vhj5t8/s72-c/200428472-001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1680133487914606838.post-3826969805584768558</id><published>2007-01-17T20:07:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-17T22:36:38.783Z</updated><title type='text'>Destruction Derby</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hoje que estou particularmente fo%#$&amp; com alguns filhos da p&amp;amp;%@ que teimam em NÃO SABER CONDUZIR... deixo de seguida dois exemplos para vos ajudar a perceber...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PQ7Syh2yeGE" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wJvEXjRQLQE" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1680133487914606838-3826969805584768558?l=t-dois.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-dois.blogspot.com/feeds/3826969805584768558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1680133487914606838&amp;postID=3826969805584768558&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680133487914606838/posts/default/3826969805584768558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680133487914606838/posts/default/3826969805584768558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-dois.blogspot.com/2007/01/hoje-que-estou-particularmente-fo-com.html' title='Destruction Derby'/><author><name>T-2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13111828902507721869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q83/tdois/T2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1680133487914606838.post-7906932721875663843</id><published>2007-01-16T14:41:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-16T14:57:20.806Z</updated><title type='text'>Andamento...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gNErhzr3jnc/RazmFuRgdUI/AAAAAAAAABI/yIHANHCLv8M/s1600-h/2005-Aston-Martin-DB9-jet-black-E-640.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020640670606456130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gNErhzr3jnc/RazmFuRgdUI/AAAAAAAAABI/yIHANHCLv8M/s400/2005-Aston-Martin-DB9-jet-black-E-640.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://b7ondie.blogspot.com/"&gt;Blondie &lt;/a&gt;(e resto do mundo), aqui vai:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ando a ouvir:&lt;/strong&gt; tudo o que passa na rádio…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ando a cantarolar:&lt;/strong&gt; o hino nacional&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ando a ver:&lt;/strong&gt; Os novos episódios do Dr. House e Prison Break&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ando a ler:&lt;/strong&gt; Tio Olavo e a Publicidade de Edson Athayde&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ando a pensar:&lt;/strong&gt; em aprender italiano&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ando a sentir:&lt;/strong&gt; alguma dificuldade em aturar algumas pessoas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ando a sentir-me:&lt;/strong&gt; aborrecido, same old same old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ando à procura:&lt;/strong&gt; de algo melhor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ando à espera:&lt;/strong&gt; que acabe o frio !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ando a perceber:&lt;/strong&gt; que preciso de novos desafios&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ando a lembrar-me:&lt;/strong&gt; que tenho de os procurar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ando a esquecer-me:&lt;/strong&gt; de lavar o carro (lol sim eu sei, já começa a ficar feio!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ando a adiar:&lt;/strong&gt; a tal viagem a NY (já la vão 2 anos – pro ano é que é!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ando a antecipar:&lt;/strong&gt; as férias… (pelo menos a tentar...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ando a evitar:&lt;/strong&gt; ter de pensar no futuro próximo…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ando a reparar:&lt;/strong&gt; que há por aí muita gente sem nada para fazer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ando a estranhar:&lt;/strong&gt; a factura da TMN ainda não ter chegado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ando a sonhar:&lt;/strong&gt; com o meu Aston Martin DB9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ando a fugir:&lt;/strong&gt; dos cobradores do fraque !!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ando atrás:&lt;/strong&gt; de boa companhia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ando a correr:&lt;/strong&gt; pela marginal…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1680133487914606838-7906932721875663843?l=t-dois.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-dois.blogspot.com/feeds/7906932721875663843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1680133487914606838&amp;postID=7906932721875663843&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680133487914606838/posts/default/7906932721875663843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680133487914606838/posts/default/7906932721875663843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-dois.blogspot.com/2007/01/blondie-e-resto-do-mundo-aqui-vai-ando.html' title='Andamento...'/><author><name>T-2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13111828902507721869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q83/tdois/T2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gNErhzr3jnc/RazmFuRgdUI/AAAAAAAAABI/yIHANHCLv8M/s72-c/2005-Aston-Martin-DB9-jet-black-E-640.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1680133487914606838.post-1737308319014639229</id><published>2007-01-12T00:00:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-01-12T00:00:46.938Z</updated><title type='text'>Me and my Clio !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/5r0kZYb8jRE' name='movie'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/5r0kZYb8jRE'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhh, saudades...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1680133487914606838-1737308319014639229?l=t-dois.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-dois.blogspot.com/feeds/1737308319014639229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1680133487914606838&amp;postID=1737308319014639229&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680133487914606838/posts/default/1737308319014639229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680133487914606838/posts/default/1737308319014639229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-dois.blogspot.com/2007/01/me-and-my-clio_12.html' title='Me and my Clio !'/><author><name>T-2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13111828902507721869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q83/tdois/T2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1680133487914606838.post-7762185493849396934</id><published>2007-01-09T21:01:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-09T21:21:53.364Z</updated><title type='text'>From China to the world...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bem sei que o povo Chinês é cheio de história...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Todos nos achamos esquisitas algumas dos pormenores da cultura deles. Sabemos também que aquilo é tipo tocas de coelho, que quando não há mais nada a fazer...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A prova disso está na foto abaixo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018143827402391490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gNErhzr3jnc/RaQHOUgjf8I/AAAAAAAAAA8/-aalKJIaetI/s400/China.JPG" border="0" /&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;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(conta a lenda que era tipo esquadrão de fuzilamento. Todos em filinha e depois toca a disparar)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realmente, estes chineses são loucos...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1680133487914606838-7762185493849396934?l=t-dois.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-dois.blogspot.com/feeds/7762185493849396934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1680133487914606838&amp;postID=7762185493849396934&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680133487914606838/posts/default/7762185493849396934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680133487914606838/posts/default/7762185493849396934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-dois.blogspot.com/2007/01/china-to-world.html' title='From China to the world...'/><author><name>T-2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13111828902507721869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q83/tdois/T2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gNErhzr3jnc/RaQHOUgjf8I/AAAAAAAAAA8/-aalKJIaetI/s72-c/China.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1680133487914606838.post-3586506121283279625</id><published>2007-01-08T18:16:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-08T18:20:02.706Z</updated><title type='text'>Aceitação Social</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gNErhzr3jnc/RaKLKkgjf5I/AAAAAAAAAAY/0-rF7Bo7ci0/s1600-h/posh_2_474x389.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017725948559327122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gNErhzr3jnc/RaKLKkgjf5I/AAAAAAAAAAY/0-rF7Bo7ci0/s320/posh_2_474x389.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ouço e leio frequentemente imensas pessoas a queixarem-se da "tal" sociedade que preconiza &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;determinados&lt;/span&gt; hábitos, que nos obriga a ter o cabelo de certa forma, a ter um peso especifico, a vestir-se de determinada forma, a falar de maneiras específicas…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usualmente, as pessoas falam nestes aspectos da sociedade de uma forma depreciativa, e normalmente sempre seguidas de:&lt;br /&gt;- “Eu não ligo muito ao que os outros pensam”&lt;br /&gt;- “Eu acho que estou gorda(o) e quero perder peso, não pelo que os outros pensam, mas porque quero”&lt;br /&gt;- “O ginásio é caro, mas tenho de “crescer”, porque EU acho giro”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acho uma enorme piada, pois todos tentam a todo o custo tentar deixar transparecer que o peso, tamanho, estilo, são escolhas delas próprias, e que não são superficialistas ou fúteis em querer fazer/ser/parecer algo só porque outros assim o querem e enflueciam!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na minha opinião, creio que as pessoas seriam mais felizes e sentir-se-iam mais “transparentes” se assumissem que a forma como idealizam o seu ser é influenciado por terceiros. Digo isto pois no processo da desmistificação, as escolhas que se fazem após, mesmo que acabem por ser as mesmas que antes, são muito mais fáceis de as tomar e “defender”…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Admito, que tal como todos os outros, sou influenciado por amigos, familiares e até desconhecidos. Como se não bastasse a juntar a isto temos as marcas, celebridades, instituições, países até !!!&lt;br /&gt;Não me considero um maluquinho por marcas, ou porque o George Clooney bebe Nespresso eu também tenho de beber…&lt;br /&gt;O que acho é que todos nós somos seres influenciáveis, com construções sociais comuns, e por tal não entendo o porquê de tantas dificuldades em admitir que isso mesmo !!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1680133487914606838-3586506121283279625?l=t-dois.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-dois.blogspot.com/feeds/3586506121283279625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1680133487914606838&amp;postID=3586506121283279625&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680133487914606838/posts/default/3586506121283279625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680133487914606838/posts/default/3586506121283279625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-dois.blogspot.com/2007/01/aceitao-social.html' title='Aceitação Social'/><author><name>T-2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13111828902507721869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q83/tdois/T2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gNErhzr3jnc/RaKLKkgjf5I/AAAAAAAAAAY/0-rF7Bo7ci0/s72-c/posh_2_474x389.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1680133487914606838.post-2230190546856072156</id><published>2007-01-04T21:59:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-04T23:42:19.681Z</updated><title type='text'>O que dizes menino?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KJasPsR6SWc" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Ainda bem que em Portugal temos língua inglesa logo no ensino básico... é que seria um &lt;strong&gt;DESPERDÍCIO&lt;/strong&gt; para as criancinhas verem este spot e não o entenderem... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1680133487914606838-2230190546856072156?l=t-dois.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-dois.blogspot.com/feeds/2230190546856072156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1680133487914606838&amp;postID=2230190546856072156&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680133487914606838/posts/default/2230190546856072156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680133487914606838/posts/default/2230190546856072156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-dois.blogspot.com/2007/01/o-que-dizes-menino.html' title='O que dizes menino?'/><author><name>T-2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13111828902507721869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q83/tdois/T2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1680133487914606838.post-183193994579840757</id><published>2006-12-30T02:04:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-30T02:08:03.574Z</updated><title type='text'>Dúvida...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qcDztfFXPww"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qcDztfFXPww" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque é que o gajo, cada vez que "saltava" olhava SEMPRE para trás????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1680133487914606838-183193994579840757?l=t-dois.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-dois.blogspot.com/feeds/183193994579840757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1680133487914606838&amp;postID=183193994579840757&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680133487914606838/posts/default/183193994579840757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680133487914606838/posts/default/183193994579840757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-dois.blogspot.com/2006/12/dvida.html' title='Dúvida...'/><author><name>T-2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13111828902507721869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q83/tdois/T2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1680133487914606838.post-149149577419806882</id><published>2006-12-26T18:09:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-26T19:08:37.007Z</updated><title type='text'>Os Portugueses e os Feriados...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dia 26... um dia após o Natal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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;É feriado nacional, festeja-se não o nascimento de Jesus (isso são águas passadas) mas o 1.º dia dele no meio dos comuns mortais. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Reza a história que... o quê?? esperem lá? não é feriado nacional? nem regional? não se festeja nada???? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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;Então quem é que me pode explicar porque é que todas as pessoas passeiam pelos shoppings, na marginal e entopem as estradas como se tratasse de horas de ponta??? - Ahhh pois é!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Não sabem explicar, é um sinal que HOJE é MESMO feriado !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Agora entendo o porquê de o Governo dar tolerância de ponto no dia de hoje, afinal se hoje é feriado, é natural que as pessoas não vão trabalhar (apesar de todas se queixarem de falta de dinheiro...) !!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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;Realmente com esta atitude, é neste ano de 2007, que Portugal vai crescer acima da média Europeia!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Meu senhores/senhoras... poupem-nos de mais anos de sofrimento só porque o paizinho e o avozinho dizem que trabalhar cansa, e que "eles" é que a sabem toda; e que "eles" é que ficam com tudo... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Vamos abrir os olhos que esses "eles" somos todos nós !!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1680133487914606838-149149577419806882?l=t-dois.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-dois.blogspot.com/feeds/149149577419806882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1680133487914606838&amp;postID=149149577419806882&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680133487914606838/posts/default/149149577419806882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680133487914606838/posts/default/149149577419806882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-dois.blogspot.com/2006/12/os-portugueses-e-os-feriados.html' title='Os Portugueses e os Feriados...'/><author><name>T-2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13111828902507721869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q83/tdois/T2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1680133487914606838.post-6113722321449337362</id><published>2006-12-21T00:18:00.001Z</published><updated>2006-12-21T18:12:57.716Z</updated><title type='text'>Espirito Natalicio</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gNErhzr3jnc/RYrOZdWw3iI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fRdANijQFWU/s1600-h/sclaus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011044472175255074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gNErhzr3jnc/RYrOZdWw3iI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fRdANijQFWU/s320/sclaus.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chega-se a esta época, e todos nós parecemos que andamos mais "leves" de espírito (na carteira também), mais contentes connosco, em que mesmo o demais transeunte que passa ao nosso lado parece mais amigável...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pergunto-me o porquê de tal não ser assim no resto do ano? Eu próprio admito, não sou pessoa que preste muita ajuda social... mas nesta altura do ano parece mais simples, parece óbvio fazê-lo!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chama-se a isto espírito natalício? chama-se a isto hipocrisia generalisada? ou serei eu que já não terei bem as ideias no sitio?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1680133487914606838-6113722321449337362?l=t-dois.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://t-dois.blogspot.com/feeds/6113722321449337362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1680133487914606838&amp;postID=6113722321449337362&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680133487914606838/posts/default/6113722321449337362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1680133487914606838/posts/default/6113722321449337362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://t-dois.blogspot.com/2006/12/222.html' title='Espirito Natalicio'/><author><name>T-2</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13111828902507721869</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q83/tdois/T2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gNErhzr3jnc/RYrOZdWw3iI/AAAAAAAAAAM/fRdANijQFWU/s72-c/sclaus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
