<?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-18545014</id><updated>2012-02-17T05:27:42.341+01:00</updated><category term='Música'/><category term='tempo'/><title type='text'>Toma lá Bolachas</title><subtitle type='html'>não se esqueçam de dar uma trinca nas minhas bolachas! são boas, acabadinhas de sair do forno!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariacookies.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18545014/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariacookies.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>mariacookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00519327290009247873</uri><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>80</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18545014.post-5161476017162697649</id><published>2008-06-19T23:23:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T23:44:41.796+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Gincana</title><content type='html'>Olá!&lt;br /&gt;Então hoje como é o penúltimo dia que estivemos com os míudos resolvemos fazer uma gincana. Para mim uma gincana tem várias provas que os miudos tem de realizar e cada equipa é avaliada de 1 a 10 pelos adultos. E as provas que fizemos foram:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1- salto do sapo&lt;br /&gt;2- dançar com a bola atrás das costas&lt;br /&gt;3- molhar a boca na água e depois com as mãos atrás das costas procurar com a boca rebuçados que estão escondidos num prato com farinha.&lt;br /&gt;4- percorrer um caminho traçado com uma corda e de olhos vendados outro colega orienta-o. Quem tem os olhos vendados tem de transportar um ovo ou uma tanjarina na ponta de uma colher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;se alguém tiver mais sugestões para mais provas...chegue-se a frente e comente.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18545014-5161476017162697649?l=mariacookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariacookies.blogspot.com/feeds/5161476017162697649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18545014&amp;postID=5161476017162697649' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18545014/posts/default/5161476017162697649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18545014/posts/default/5161476017162697649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariacookies.blogspot.com/2008/06/gincana.html' title='Gincana'/><author><name>mariacookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00519327290009247873</uri><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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18545014.post-1725727782981185193</id><published>2008-04-21T21:34:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T21:41:56.454+02:00</updated><title type='text'>REC</title><content type='html'>Pois este fim de semana foi muito interessante. Fui ao cinema do Cristóvão,O Colombo com a minha mana e ela tem uma certa pancada por filmes de terror, eu disse-lhe todos menos o REC. Havia este e mais dois, mas para infelicidade minha este começava 1º. Eu ja tinha dito a mim mesma que não via o filme, nem morta. Mas pronto como tinhamos de voltar cedo só tinha essa alternativa. A minha reação foi tal e qual a destas pessoas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nfgZlMYj_NU&amp;hl=pt-br"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nfgZlMYj_NU&amp;hl=pt-br" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainda bem que não fui a única a tapar os olhos. Lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18545014-1725727782981185193?l=mariacookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariacookies.blogspot.com/feeds/1725727782981185193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18545014&amp;postID=1725727782981185193' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18545014/posts/default/1725727782981185193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18545014/posts/default/1725727782981185193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariacookies.blogspot.com/2008/04/rec.html' title='REC'/><author><name>mariacookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00519327290009247873</uri><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><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18545014.post-4117795564428377194</id><published>2008-02-20T01:12:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T01:21:19.945+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Apagão 29 de Fevereiro</title><content type='html'>Á dias recebi este e-mail e a ideia não deixa de ser interessante por isso partilho com vocês:&lt;br /&gt;"Escuridão mundial: No dia 29 de Fevereiro de 2008 das 19:55 às 20:00 horas propõe-se apagar todas as luzes e se possível todos os aparelhos eléctricos,para o nosso planeta poder "respirar". Se a resposta for massiva, a poupança energética pode ser brutal.Só 5 minutos, para ver o que acontece.Sim, estaremos 5 minutos às escuras, podemos acender uma vela e  simplesmente ficar a olhar para ela, estaremos a respirar nós e o planeta. Lembrem-se que a união faz a força e a Internet pode ter muito poder e podemos mesmo fazer algo em grande. Passa a notícia, se tiveres amigos a viver noutros países envia-lhes e pede-lhes que façam a tradução e adaptem as horas."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou tentar cá em casa pedir ao pessoal para desligar a luz, e depois vou-me pôr à janela para ver se aqui na zona há pessoas k aderem a esta ideia. &lt;br /&gt;Mas se pensarmos bem, se nós podemos fazer o planeta um sitio melhor então o que custa 5 minutos da nossa vida para nos dedicarmos a ele?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18545014-4117795564428377194?l=mariacookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariacookies.blogspot.com/feeds/4117795564428377194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18545014&amp;postID=4117795564428377194' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18545014/posts/default/4117795564428377194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18545014/posts/default/4117795564428377194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariacookies.blogspot.com/2008/02/apago-29-de-fevereiro.html' title='Apagão 29 de Fevereiro'/><author><name>mariacookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00519327290009247873</uri><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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18545014.post-4258891880625099797</id><published>2008-02-17T23:49:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T00:09:54.864+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ainda estou lá!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pQ0EURhm8Yg/R7i-qFDJnaI/AAAAAAAAAAk/VcmatMhRgsc/s1600-h/con30m+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pQ0EURhm8Yg/R7i-qFDJnaI/AAAAAAAAAAk/VcmatMhRgsc/s320/con30m+006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168090202526817698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pQ0EURhm8Yg/R7i8e1DJnZI/AAAAAAAAAAc/FeQjn6gsvlc/s1600-h/con30m+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pQ0EURhm8Yg/R7i8e1DJnZI/AAAAAAAAAAc/FeQjn6gsvlc/s320/con30m+004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168087810230033810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pQ0EURhm8Yg/R7i7zFDJnYI/AAAAAAAAAAU/QeePrONE9Hk/s1600-h/con30m+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pQ0EURhm8Yg/R7i7zFDJnYI/AAAAAAAAAAU/QeePrONE9Hk/s320/con30m+002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168087058610756994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pQ0EURhm8Yg/R7i6ylDJnXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ohi_fN7Nyfs/s1600-h/con30m+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pQ0EURhm8Yg/R7i6ylDJnXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ohi_fN7Nyfs/s320/con30m+001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168085950509194610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi uma noite inesquecivel. Nunca mais me vai sair da cabeça.&lt;br /&gt;O concerto do 30 Seconds to Mars foi um espetaculo e eles deram tudo o que tinham para dar durante uma hora e meia. Aqui ficam algumas fotos do concerto que tentei tirar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18545014-4258891880625099797?l=mariacookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariacookies.blogspot.com/feeds/4258891880625099797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18545014&amp;postID=4258891880625099797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18545014/posts/default/4258891880625099797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18545014/posts/default/4258891880625099797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariacookies.blogspot.com/2008/02/ainda-estou-l.html' title='Ainda estou lá!'/><author><name>mariacookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00519327290009247873</uri><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/_pQ0EURhm8Yg/R7i-qFDJnaI/AAAAAAAAAAk/VcmatMhRgsc/s72-c/con30m+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18545014.post-1578167201857032847</id><published>2008-02-10T19:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T19:26:10.294+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Brevemente neste blog...</title><content type='html'>...fotos de trabalhos manuais dos meus meninos. Aceitam-se sugestões de trabalhos manuais para 1º ciclo ou até mesmo jogos lúdicos.&lt;br /&gt;Esta semana fiz o jogo do futebol humano com os míudos e eles adoraram e andamos agora a caixa correio para o dia dos namorados depois mostro as fotos ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;entretanto estou a pensar fazer uma rubrica "o que é feito de...?" que é do género,  o que é feito daquele ator ou daquela cantora que nunca mais se ouviu falar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estas são algumas mudanças para este blog para 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entretanto aproxima-se o concerto dos 30 seconds to mars. A frase que eu tenho no meu messenger é: "os 30 estão quase aí...!" E o pessoal anda a pensar que eu vou fazer 30 anos, (xiça ainda faltam 4 anos calma aí!) Prometo fotos do concerto, ou então não...&lt;br /&gt;até lá fiquem com o acústico "Beautiful lie" dos 30 seconds to mars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/srC_-m-GX04&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/srC_-m-GX04&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&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/18545014-1578167201857032847?l=mariacookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariacookies.blogspot.com/feeds/1578167201857032847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18545014&amp;postID=1578167201857032847' title='27 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18545014/posts/default/1578167201857032847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18545014/posts/default/1578167201857032847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariacookies.blogspot.com/2008/02/brevemente-neste-blog.html' title='Brevemente neste blog...'/><author><name>mariacookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00519327290009247873</uri><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><thr:total>27</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18545014.post-7857793206016489563</id><published>2007-11-16T00:37:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T00:40:36.832+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Lucky</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZyO6zDFFXcQ&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZyO6zDFFXcQ&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happiness&lt;br /&gt;More or less&lt;br /&gt;It's just a change in me&lt;br /&gt;Something in my liberty&lt;br /&gt;Happiness&lt;br /&gt;Coming and going&lt;br /&gt;I watch you look at me&lt;br /&gt;Watch my fever growing&lt;br /&gt;I know&lt;br /&gt;Oh, my, my&lt;br /&gt;Gotta love that'll never die&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18545014-7857793206016489563?l=mariacookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariacookies.blogspot.com/feeds/7857793206016489563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18545014&amp;postID=7857793206016489563' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18545014/posts/default/7857793206016489563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18545014/posts/default/7857793206016489563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariacookies.blogspot.com/2007/11/lucky.html' title='Lucky'/><author><name>mariacookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00519327290009247873</uri><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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18545014.post-621810630193169927</id><published>2007-11-14T21:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T21:29:37.186+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O virus do Pélé</title><content type='html'>Se uma pessoa não lê bem estes mails que mandam a toda a hora...Bem o que me aconteceu foi o seguinte, eu na minha inocência ao ler um mail supostamente do Hotmail, li que tinha de renovar a minha conta no hotmail porque senão, a minha conta seria anulada em 48 horas. E eu tudo bem. Á pois é, mal eu sabia que era um viruzinho todo jeitoso que começa também a mandar virus para os meus contactos do msn. Acho que ainda não infectei ninguém, mas o meu já está. Quando agora ligo aperece-me tipo protecção de ecrãn o Pélé a dar um beijo na cara a outro tipo, que é como quem diz toma lá que já estás, lixei-te, vai lá gastar umas massas para formatares o computador. Isto só comigo...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18545014-621810630193169927?l=mariacookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariacookies.blogspot.com/feeds/621810630193169927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18545014&amp;postID=621810630193169927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18545014/posts/default/621810630193169927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18545014/posts/default/621810630193169927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariacookies.blogspot.com/2007/11/o-virus-do-pl.html' title='O virus do Pélé'/><author><name>mariacookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00519327290009247873</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18545014.post-1602160257672908980</id><published>2007-09-30T00:33:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T01:05:52.932+02:00</updated><title type='text'>À terceira é de vez</title><content type='html'>Quando pensamos que no nosso bairro nada acontece, é quando acontecem as coisas mais inesperadas.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje, por exemplo, ia a passar com a minha mana por uma rua quando ouvimos um estrondo. Pensámos que o barulho vinha de outro lado, mas quando começámos a ver fumo vimos que afinal era qualquer coisa mais grave. Aproximámos-nos mais e começámos a ver que o fumo vinha da rodóviária. A minha mana disse logo "Ai os filetes!", isto porque lembrou-se de uma situação anterior, em que presenciámos as duas outro incêndio, que foi provocado por alguém que se esqueceu dos filetes a fritar, e que a única coisa que pegou fogo foi a frigideira e o exaustor porque conseguimos abafar o fogo a tempo. Portanto este era o segundo incêndio que estavamos a assistir.&lt;br /&gt;Já o stand-up comediante Nilton dizia, se as Torres Gémeas caíssem em Portugal, em  vez de fugirem, os portugueses iam a correr para ver o que se passava. E a minha mana sai-se-me com esta "Tuga que é tuga vai ver!". Como boas portuguesas que éramos, em vez de fugirmos para um sítio seguro, aproximámos-nos ainda mais para ver o que se passava. Quando passa uma nuvem preta por cima de nós e começámos a ver polícias a correr e a gritar para uns putos que estavam ao pé de nós "Fujam! Fujam!" é que começámos a ver a gravidade da questão e pensámos que era melhor sairmos dali. Quando ouvimos a segunda explosão eu disse para ela "Eu morro contigo!", eu já toda cheia de "miufa". A sério que eu pensei que morria ali.&lt;br /&gt;No final não houve feridos, pelo menos foi o que um polícia me informou, também não vi muito alarmismo, entraram lá os bombeiros, mas quando olhámos lá para dentro só estava um autocarro chamuscado.&lt;br /&gt;À terceira é de vez porquê? olha se esta foi a segunda vez iamos morrendo, bem o provébio diz  "à terceira é de vez!". Que medo...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18545014-1602160257672908980?l=mariacookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariacookies.blogspot.com/feeds/1602160257672908980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18545014&amp;postID=1602160257672908980' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18545014/posts/default/1602160257672908980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18545014/posts/default/1602160257672908980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariacookies.blogspot.com/2007/09/terceira-e-ev.html' title='À terceira é de vez'/><author><name>mariacookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00519327290009247873</uri><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><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18545014.post-852962936092707528</id><published>2007-08-19T02:04:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T02:06:00.508+02:00</updated><title type='text'>And the winner of SYTYCD 2007 is...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ywlLYDIPM2Y"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ywlLYDIPM2Y" 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/18545014-852962936092707528?l=mariacookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariacookies.blogspot.com/feeds/852962936092707528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18545014&amp;postID=852962936092707528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18545014/posts/default/852962936092707528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18545014/posts/default/852962936092707528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariacookies.blogspot.com/2007/08/and-winner-of-sytycd-2007-is.html' title='And the winner of SYTYCD 2007 is...'/><author><name>mariacookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00519327290009247873</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18545014.post-1497229286193636649</id><published>2007-08-09T12:28:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T12:28:42.324+02:00</updated><title type='text'>when the stars go blue</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XV_dbCF1jOA"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XV_dbCF1jOA" 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/18545014-1497229286193636649?l=mariacookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariacookies.blogspot.com/feeds/1497229286193636649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18545014&amp;postID=1497229286193636649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18545014/posts/default/1497229286193636649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18545014/posts/default/1497229286193636649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariacookies.blogspot.com/2007/08/when-stars-go-blue.html' title='when the stars go blue'/><author><name>mariacookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00519327290009247873</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18545014.post-2140356002998309949</id><published>2007-08-06T19:29:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T12:32:59.749+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tempo'/><title type='text'>O que eu precisava era de uma coisinha desta...era era</title><content type='html'>Muitas pessoas afirmam que não voltavam atrás para emendarem erros, ou fazerem coisas que deixaram de fazer por medo, senão não erão o que são hoje. Concordo plenamente, nós vamos escrevendo o nosso livro da vida com tinta permanente. Mas se houvesse uma máquina do tempo eu tinha mudado muita coisa, tinha arriscado mais. Agora só me resta escrever o meu livro da vida com outros olhos aproveitar e aproveitar o melhor que a vida tem.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18545014-2140356002998309949?l=mariacookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariacookies.blogspot.com/feeds/2140356002998309949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18545014&amp;postID=2140356002998309949' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18545014/posts/default/2140356002998309949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18545014/posts/default/2140356002998309949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariacookies.blogspot.com/2007/08/o-que-eu-precisava-era-de-uma-coisinha.html' title='O que eu precisava era de uma coisinha desta...era era'/><author><name>mariacookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00519327290009247873</uri><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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18545014.post-6097259189993527787</id><published>2007-08-04T00:17:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T16:24:47.340+02:00</updated><title type='text'>So You Think You Can Dance</title><content type='html'>So You Think You Can Dance é um programa de dança que passa na Fox da América e que custumo acompanhar pelo YouTube, sim porque já andei a perguntar a quem tinha tvcabo se passava esse programa e a resposta foi negativa. Este é um programa tipo Dança Comigo mas com dançarinos profissionais e são desde dançarinos de hip-hop, bailarinos de danças de salão e dançarinos contemporâneos. E para mostrarem que sabem mesmo dançar têm que dançar os vários tipos de dança que existem, por exemplo, se calhar no sorteio a um b-boy que faça hip-hop pode-lhe calhar uma valsa tem que a desempenhar como fosse um profissional, ou vice-versa, também pode calhar no sorteio hip-hop a um bailarino de danças de salão. O programa é um espectáculo, eu recentemente comecei a interessar-me por danças de salão e também gostava de saber dançar hip-hop, eu sei, são danças completamente diferentes, mas eu só gostava mesmo de saber dançar. Agora estes concorrentes dançam que se fartam, é de encher o olho. As danças são sempre a pares, de vez em quando quando são menos votados é que têm de fazer solos e dançarem como se fosse dançar pela vida, ou seja, dar o melhor. A série começa com 20, mas neste momento são 8. Eu ja tenho os meus favoritos, apesar de na série passada ter ganho um rapaz, o Benji, nesta série acho que vai ganhar uma rapariga, a Lacey, que por acaso é irmã do Benji, mas quem eu queria que ganhasse era a Sabra, que apesar de só dançar a 4 anos ela dança todas as coreografias muito graciosamente e tem muita energia. Mas para conhecerem melhor os bailarinos eu vou pôr alguns videos da 7ª semana que estão no Youtube, que é como eu vejo o programa, mas também se pode ver algumas coisas no site www.fox.com/dance/ .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lacey / Neil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VLuQJKVrcUs"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VLuQJKVrcUs" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabra / Pasha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hinYxIx9TKo"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hinYxIx9TKo" 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/18545014-6097259189993527787?l=mariacookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariacookies.blogspot.com/feeds/6097259189993527787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18545014&amp;postID=6097259189993527787' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18545014/posts/default/6097259189993527787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18545014/posts/default/6097259189993527787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariacookies.blogspot.com/2007/08/so-you-think-you-can-dance.html' title='So You Think You Can Dance'/><author><name>mariacookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00519327290009247873</uri><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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18545014.post-3291887224234597901</id><published>2007-07-25T19:55:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T19:58:31.462+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Uaaauuuuu!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FiNUkDnDMFA"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FiNUkDnDMFA" 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/18545014-3291887224234597901?l=mariacookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariacookies.blogspot.com/feeds/3291887224234597901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18545014&amp;postID=3291887224234597901' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18545014/posts/default/3291887224234597901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18545014/posts/default/3291887224234597901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariacookies.blogspot.com/2007/07/aaaasem-comentrios.html' title='Uaaauuuuu!!!!'/><author><name>mariacookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00519327290009247873</uri><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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18545014.post-2974784195528783586</id><published>2007-06-12T01:07:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T01:13:14.122+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Não pirimlaparás</title><content type='html'>Lembram-se do Herman Enciclopédia? &lt;br /&gt;And always watch gud moves!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Yxfh7hFW6Lo"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Yxfh7hFW6Lo" 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/18545014-2974784195528783586?l=mariacookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariacookies.blogspot.com/feeds/2974784195528783586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18545014&amp;postID=2974784195528783586' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18545014/posts/default/2974784195528783586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18545014/posts/default/2974784195528783586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariacookies.blogspot.com/2007/06/no-pirilinpars.html' title='Não pirimlaparás'/><author><name>mariacookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00519327290009247873</uri><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><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18545014.post-5040372554760723844</id><published>2007-05-03T13:04:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T13:05:22.043+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Aqui</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NT9RMbfccQ8"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NT9RMbfccQ8" 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/18545014-5040372554760723844?l=mariacookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariacookies.blogspot.com/feeds/5040372554760723844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18545014&amp;postID=5040372554760723844' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18545014/posts/default/5040372554760723844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18545014/posts/default/5040372554760723844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariacookies.blogspot.com/2007/05/aqui.html' title='Aqui'/><author><name>mariacookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00519327290009247873</uri><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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18545014.post-3121757559388390757</id><published>2007-03-27T00:52:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T03:05:58.550+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoje casei...</title><content type='html'>...os meus anos. Verdade verdadinha, hoje fiz 26 aninhos no dia 26 de Março. Espectáculo de dia! De manhã fiquei super bem disposta por ter acordado com radio, com a música "Chasing Cars", depois deu-me na cabeça e fui ao cabeleireiro pôr um &lt;em&gt;new look, &lt;/em&gt;o pior foi o tempo que não esteve lá grande coisa, vento e chuva não combinam com penteado acabadinho de fazer...depois almocei com os papás, os amores da minha &lt;em&gt;viding&lt;/em&gt;, e a tardinha passei a ver "O labirinto do Fauno" e valeu a pena ver. Por fim fui passaer para a Almada velha e findei o dia ouvi radio mfm"soft"a mesma que me acordou.&lt;br /&gt;Pois é 26 anos.... mas se tivesse em Mercurio tinha 107 anos.... eu bem digo que estou a ficar velha..fiquei a saber através deste &lt;a href="http://www.minerva.uevora.pt/ticiencia/estrelas/idade_noutros_planetas.htm"&gt;site &lt;/a&gt; mas se estivesse em Plutão tinha 0,1...hum...bem acho que me contento em ter 9496 dias cá na nossa Terra, e que venham mais uma catrefada deles!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18545014-3121757559388390757?l=mariacookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariacookies.blogspot.com/feeds/3121757559388390757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18545014&amp;postID=3121757559388390757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18545014/posts/default/3121757559388390757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18545014/posts/default/3121757559388390757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariacookies.blogspot.com/2007/03/hoje-casei.html' title='Hoje casei...'/><author><name>mariacookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00519327290009247873</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18545014.post-8142053871786724892</id><published>2007-02-22T13:07:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T13:18:50.080+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><title type='text'>Dig</title><content type='html'>Este é o novo video dos Incubus e quem o realizou foi um tuga! Noticia &lt;a href="http://cotonete.clix.pt/quiosque/noticias/body.aspx?id=33536"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt; no Cotonete.&lt;br /&gt;Dig nova música dos Incubus do album Light Grenades&lt;br /&gt;Incubus atuam 5 Março no Pavilhão Atlântico&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/j9l17XR74Ts" 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/18545014-8142053871786724892?l=mariacookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariacookies.blogspot.com/feeds/8142053871786724892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18545014&amp;postID=8142053871786724892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18545014/posts/default/8142053871786724892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18545014/posts/default/8142053871786724892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariacookies.blogspot.com/2007/02/dig_1456.html' title='Dig'/><author><name>mariacookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00519327290009247873</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18545014.post-116976689217044494</id><published>2007-01-26T00:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T00:14:52.183+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Cenas de Maria</title><content type='html'>Este poderia ser um outro possivel titulo para meu blog, até porque o que eu conto aqui são mesmo cenas minhas.&lt;br /&gt;Mas o que eu queria partilhar om o pessoal da blogosfera e que trabalhar com recibos verdes não dá com nada. Já à três semanas que me andam a dizer "Para a semana ainda pode vir trabalhar que ainda temos dinheiro para lhe pagar" e eu lá vou ficando, até porque Portugal a nível de empregos até está um paraíso... Estava a gozar!&lt;br /&gt;Mas pronto há que viver uma semana de cada vez.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18545014-116976689217044494?l=mariacookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariacookies.blogspot.com/feeds/116976689217044494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18545014&amp;postID=116976689217044494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18545014/posts/default/116976689217044494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18545014/posts/default/116976689217044494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariacookies.blogspot.com/2007/01/cenas-de-maria.html' title='Cenas de Maria'/><author><name>mariacookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00519327290009247873</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18545014.post-116680057533101696</id><published>2006-12-22T16:15:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T17:02:26.286+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Windows in the sky</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eQAdB9KAhdI"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eQAdB9KAhdI" 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/18545014-116680057533101696?l=mariacookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariacookies.blogspot.com/feeds/116680057533101696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18545014&amp;postID=116680057533101696' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18545014/posts/default/116680057533101696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18545014/posts/default/116680057533101696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariacookies.blogspot.com/2006/12/windows-in-sky.html' title='Windows in the sky'/><author><name>mariacookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00519327290009247873</uri><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><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18545014.post-116679513583898650</id><published>2006-12-22T14:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T16:58:21.813+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Te Busque</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2409/1595/1600/927237/O%20beijo%20Klint.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2409/1595/320/316159/O%2520beijo%2520Klint.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been high&lt;br /&gt;I've been low&lt;br /&gt;I've been fast&lt;br /&gt;I've been slow&lt;br /&gt;I've had nowhere to go&lt;br /&gt;Missed the bus missed the show&lt;br /&gt;I've been down on my luck&lt;br /&gt;I've felt like giving up&lt;br /&gt;My life locked in a trunk&lt;br /&gt;When it hurt way too much&lt;br /&gt;I needed a reason to live&lt;br /&gt;Some love inside me to give&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't rest I had to keep on searching&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te busque de bajo de las piedras y no te-encontre&lt;br /&gt;En la manana fria y en la noche te-busque&lt;br /&gt;Hasta enloquecer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pero tu llegaste a mi vida como una luz&lt;br /&gt;Sanando las heridas de mi corazon&lt;br /&gt;Haciendo me-sentir vivo otra vez&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been too sad to speak and too tired to eat&lt;br /&gt;Been too lonely to sing the devil cut off my wings&lt;br /&gt;I've been hurt by my past but I feel the future&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my dreams and it lasts I wake up I'm not sure&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to find the light something just didn't feel right&lt;br /&gt;I needed an answer to end all my searching&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look in the mirror the picture's getting clearer&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be myself but does the world really need her&lt;br /&gt;I ache for this earth&lt;br /&gt;I stopped going to church&lt;br /&gt;See God in the trees makes me fall to my knees&lt;br /&gt;My depression keeps building like a cup overfilling&lt;br /&gt;My heart so rigid I keep it in the fridge&lt;br /&gt;It hurts so bad that I can't dry my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Cuz they keep on refillin' with the tears that I cry...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18545014-116679513583898650?l=mariacookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariacookies.blogspot.com/feeds/116679513583898650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18545014&amp;postID=116679513583898650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18545014/posts/default/116679513583898650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18545014/posts/default/116679513583898650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariacookies.blogspot.com/2006/12/te-busque.html' title='Te Busque'/><author><name>mariacookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00519327290009247873</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18545014.post-116674472391475382</id><published>2006-12-21T23:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T01:00:57.633+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Atualizando</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2409/1595/1600/672034/ritm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 116px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 183px" height="234" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2409/1595/320/755404/ritm.jpg" width="166" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desde que comecei a trabalhar que a vida tem sido complicada para postar alguma coisa. Á parte de uns esgotamentos e de outras crises entretanto, já está tudo bem. Agora que estou de férias tem sido um consumo louco de filmes...há que haver atualização! Mas por acaso têem sido filmes de dança para começar Ritmo e Sedução alugado lindo, o Antonio Banderas arrasa no tango, o filme está um espectaculo, é a lição de um professor que pega em miudos que ninguem quer saber e ensina que podem ser melhores se acreditarem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2409/1595/1600/525180/step_up.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 103px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 145px" height="188" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2409/1595/320/791205/step_up.jpg" width="146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A seguir Set up (que é com uma dançarina do Ritmo e Sedução e com o actor do filme She´s the Man) o filme é lindo apesar de ter montes de cliches, as coreografias são lindas. Com estes filmes fiquei com a pancada que tenho de aprender a dançar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh! Também fui ver Borat, assustei-me com a parte da Pamela Anderson, e lá está o assistente está um espetaculo, o filme exagera um bocadinho, mas pronto senão fosse assim também não tinha piada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 102px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 93px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="118" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2409/1595/320/431047/borat.jpg" width="140" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os desenhos animados também tão um espetaculo o Happy Feet e Por água abaixo, não perder.&lt;br /&gt;Fui ao Colombo na terça á procura do Imperio de Sol, grande filme! apesar de ter anos é daqueles filmes que marcam e são eternos, como o ET, Música no Coração, Dirty Dancing, etc. Aproveitei e levei City of Angeles e Somebody has to give a 16 euros e tal, não fiquei nada mal servida. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2409/1595/1600/70450/impe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 141px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px" height="217" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2409/1595/320/129614/impe.jpg" width="137" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para a semana segue-se outra barrigada de filmes mas é em casa, porque quem sai aos seus não degenera, o meu pai também é um grande cinéfulo, ainda bem que sai a ele, vai ser a semana toda a ver filmes, hehehe!!&lt;br /&gt;Até lá... always watch gude moves&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18545014-116674472391475382?l=mariacookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariacookies.blogspot.com/feeds/116674472391475382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18545014&amp;postID=116674472391475382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18545014/posts/default/116674472391475382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18545014/posts/default/116674472391475382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariacookies.blogspot.com/2006/12/atualizando.html' title='Atualizando'/><author><name>mariacookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00519327290009247873</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18545014.post-116298661085572647</id><published>2006-11-08T12:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T12:50:10.866+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O que é preciso é tranquilidade</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/G5AYBdshKEc"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/G5AYBdshKEc" 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/18545014-116298661085572647?l=mariacookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariacookies.blogspot.com/feeds/116298661085572647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18545014&amp;postID=116298661085572647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18545014/posts/default/116298661085572647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18545014/posts/default/116298661085572647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariacookies.blogspot.com/2006/11/o-que-preciso-tranquilidade.html' title='O que é preciso é tranquilidade'/><author><name>mariacookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00519327290009247873</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18545014.post-116269240914266921</id><published>2006-11-05T02:08:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T22:54:00.353+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Com que celebridade somos mais parecidos</title><content type='html'>Numa visita a um blog chamado &lt;a href="http://www.lagostim.blogspot.com/"&gt;Lagostim&lt;/a&gt; reparei num post relativo a um site em nos diz com celebridades é que são mais parecidas connosco. Aqui fica o site &lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/FP/Company/face-recognition.php"&gt;http://www.myheritage.com/FP/Company/face-recognition.php&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;demora um tempinho até dar mas o resultado é super divertido&lt;br /&gt;Quem sabe se não são parecidos com um Brad Pitt ou uma Angelina Jolie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="MyHeritage - family and genealogy" href="http://www.myheritage.com" target="_blank" alt="MyHeritage - family and genealogy"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 367px; HEIGHT: 545px" height="574" src="http://www.myheritagefiles.com/G/storage/site1/files/21/82/02/218202_0747479654d454ajgp6v20.JPG" width="500" 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/18545014-116269240914266921?l=mariacookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariacookies.blogspot.com/feeds/116269240914266921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18545014&amp;postID=116269240914266921' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18545014/posts/default/116269240914266921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18545014/posts/default/116269240914266921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariacookies.blogspot.com/2006/11/com-que-celebridade-somos-mais.html' title='Com que celebridade somos mais parecidos'/><author><name>mariacookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00519327290009247873</uri><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><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18545014.post-116103674746050288</id><published>2006-10-17T00:11:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T00:12:27.460+02:00</updated><title type='text'>move along</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/X7OtdtUsFtY"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/X7OtdtUsFtY" 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/18545014-116103674746050288?l=mariacookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariacookies.blogspot.com/feeds/116103674746050288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18545014&amp;postID=116103674746050288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18545014/posts/default/116103674746050288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18545014/posts/default/116103674746050288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariacookies.blogspot.com/2006/10/move-along.html' title='move along'/><author><name>mariacookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00519327290009247873</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18545014.post-116103567780168475</id><published>2006-10-16T23:48:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T00:04:41.776+02:00</updated><title type='text'>o meu irmão mais novo</title><content type='html'>Toda a rapariga que é a irmã mais velha tem ciúmes do seu irmão mais novo. Pois é... Eu não sou exepção. Ao Chico basta-lhe chilrar, comer alpista, beber, penicar alface e tem a atenção toda!&lt;br /&gt;Olha se calhar o remédio é ter aulas de canto. Ou não...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18545014-116103567780168475?l=mariacookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariacookies.blogspot.com/feeds/116103567780168475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18545014&amp;postID=116103567780168475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18545014/posts/default/116103567780168475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18545014/posts/default/116103567780168475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariacookies.blogspot.com/2006/10/o-meu-irmo-mais-novo.html' title='o meu irmão mais novo'/><author><name>mariacookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00519327290009247873</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18545014.post-116103464824954679</id><published>2006-10-16T23:18:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T23:37:39.240+02:00</updated><title type='text'>ééna pááááá!!!</title><content type='html'>enaaaa! Há muito tempo que não postava! Não é que não tivesse vontade, mas o tempo ultimanente anda escasso, bem pelo menos é bom sinal, quer dizer que há trabalho.&lt;br /&gt;Agora perdi aqui um bocadinho e numa banda sonora de the killers(when you are young), courtney love(mono), all american rejects (move along, Placebo(meds),Staind (right here), escrevo este post. &lt;br /&gt;Este fim de semana senti-me uma verdadeira ucraniana, licenciada e a trabalhar nas obras, mais não me faltava. O que é estremante positivo, depois de uma semana de cão, precisar de descansar o corpo e ir trabalhar para as obras, mas pronto foi por uma boa causa, ajudar na casa nova na terra, vale sempre a pena, sim por eu sou uma menina que não olha a meios para arregaçar as mangas e trabalhar.&lt;br /&gt;Portanto segue-se outra semana de cão, mas há que ser positivo faltam 4 dias para o fim de semana. E o que são 4 dias. Absolutamente nada.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18545014-116103464824954679?l=mariacookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariacookies.blogspot.com/feeds/116103464824954679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18545014&amp;postID=116103464824954679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18545014/posts/default/116103464824954679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18545014/posts/default/116103464824954679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariacookies.blogspot.com/2006/10/na-p.html' title='ééna pááááá!!!'/><author><name>mariacookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00519327290009247873</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18545014.post-115851016835277134</id><published>2006-09-17T18:20:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T18:24:32.856+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Dá que pensar..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.ad-awards.com/inc/video.swf?id=104"&gt;http://www.ad-awards.com/inc/video.swf?id=104&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18545014-115851016835277134?l=mariacookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariacookies.blogspot.com/feeds/115851016835277134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18545014&amp;postID=115851016835277134' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18545014/posts/default/115851016835277134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18545014/posts/default/115851016835277134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariacookies.blogspot.com/2006/09/d-que-pensar.html' title='Dá que pensar..'/><author><name>mariacookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00519327290009247873</uri><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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18545014.post-115835119937667037</id><published>2006-09-15T22:12:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T22:15:24.323+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Foi...</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your 2006 Summer Anthem Is&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyour2006summeranthemquiz/unwritten.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyour2006summeranthemquiz/songs/unwritten.php"&gt;Unwritten by Natasha Bedingfield&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No one else, no one else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can speak the words on your lips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drench yourself in words unspoken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live your life with arms wide open&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is where your book begins"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyour2006summeranthemquiz/"&gt;What's Your 2006 Summer Anthem?&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/18545014-115835119937667037?l=mariacookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariacookies.blogspot.com/feeds/115835119937667037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18545014&amp;postID=115835119937667037' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18545014/posts/default/115835119937667037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18545014/posts/default/115835119937667037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariacookies.blogspot.com/2006/09/foi.html' title='Foi...'/><author><name>mariacookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00519327290009247873</uri><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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18545014.post-115763715454311340</id><published>2006-09-07T15:45:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T20:46:12.026+02:00</updated><title type='text'>As quatro fases liquidas da vida</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2409/1595/1600/pic24767.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2409/1595/320/pic24767.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mandaram esta foto por mail e eu achei por bem partilha-la. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Se pensarmos bem é verdade, a última é que dá mais que pensar e pessoalmente espero nunca vir a consumir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18545014-115763715454311340?l=mariacookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariacookies.blogspot.com/feeds/115763715454311340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18545014&amp;postID=115763715454311340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18545014/posts/default/115763715454311340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18545014/posts/default/115763715454311340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariacookies.blogspot.com/2006/09/as-quatro-fases-liquidas-da-vida.html' title='As quatro fases liquidas da vida'/><author><name>mariacookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00519327290009247873</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18545014.post-115695379149718675</id><published>2006-08-30T18:01:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T18:15:25.883+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Eddie Vedder &amp; Bruce Springstein - Better Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QEiqh6rv2Ko"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QEiqh6rv2Ko" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" 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/18545014-115695379149718675?l=mariacookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariacookies.blogspot.com/feeds/115695379149718675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18545014&amp;postID=115695379149718675' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18545014/posts/default/115695379149718675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18545014/posts/default/115695379149718675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariacookies.blogspot.com/2006/08/eddie-vedder-bruce-springstein-better.html' title='Eddie Vedder &amp; Bruce Springstein - Better Man'/><author><name>mariacookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00519327290009247873</uri><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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18545014.post-115680685669226337</id><published>2006-08-29T01:06:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T01:28:56.356+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Vida nova, cara nova</title><content type='html'>Estou sinceramente a pensar em mudar o look do meu blog assim para o azul e quem sabe o nome também...não que eu não goste dele como está, mas eu gosto de mudanças e acho que o meu menino que já tem 10 mesitos já merece melhor, modéstia á parte, mas só que eu tenho medo de perder os posts todos. Não acho que ao mudar o blog vá perder a identidade, as bolachiches serão sempre as mesmas. Mas pronto há que tentar.Ou não...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18545014-115680685669226337?l=mariacookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariacookies.blogspot.com/feeds/115680685669226337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18545014&amp;postID=115680685669226337' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18545014/posts/default/115680685669226337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18545014/posts/default/115680685669226337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariacookies.blogspot.com/2006/08/vida-nova-cara-nova.html' title='Vida nova, cara nova'/><author><name>mariacookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00519327290009247873</uri><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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18545014.post-115663214437823546</id><published>2006-08-27T00:08:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T00:42:24.396+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Maria a chave!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Nas últimas semanas tenho passado umas férias fantásticas. Passei uma semnana em Monsaraz no Alentejo e esta terra tem um rio lindo e paisagens fantásticas. Depois seguiu-se uma semana fantástica no Gêres, onde fui acampar com a familia ao pé de um rio. E cheguei a Lisboa com uma enorme atitude positiva que a vida ia correr melhor e tal... Só que no caminho para casa dei por uma falta "mínima". A chave. Ainda por cima não tinha ninguém em casa. A minha primeira reacção foi começar a dizer mal da vida em pleno Cais do Sodré. Pensava eu que ia voltar a casa e ouvir as músicas favoritas que já não ouvia á muito tempo, dormir na caminha fofinha...quando me faltava a porcaria de uma chave para entrar em casa. Solução: a triste humilhação de mendigar a duas amigas tecto para ficar. É nestas alturas que se vêem os verdadeiros amigos, quando estes nos recebem de braços abertos nas alturas mais críticas da nossa vida.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18545014-115663214437823546?l=mariacookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariacookies.blogspot.com/feeds/115663214437823546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18545014&amp;postID=115663214437823546' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18545014/posts/default/115663214437823546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18545014/posts/default/115663214437823546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariacookies.blogspot.com/2006/08/maria-chave.html' title='Maria a chave!!!!!'/><author><name>mariacookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00519327290009247873</uri><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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18545014.post-115514698174657184</id><published>2006-08-09T20:02:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T20:21:35.240+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Um dia a casa vai abaixo</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Oj15gi7x6mg"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Oj15gi7x6mg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estas cenas estão um máximo, é preciso ter azar para viver numa casa assim! Quem não lá vivia era a filha da minha maezinha! O filme " Um dia a casa vai abaixo" é com Tom Hanks e Shelley Long e é de 1986. Heheheh tinha eu 5 aninhos mas ainda me lembro muito bem das gargalhadas da familia a ver este filme, ricos tempos, ainda era do tempo do VHS (cassete de video) para quem perdeu aqui fica.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18545014-115514698174657184?l=mariacookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariacookies.blogspot.com/feeds/115514698174657184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18545014&amp;postID=115514698174657184' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18545014/posts/default/115514698174657184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18545014/posts/default/115514698174657184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariacookies.blogspot.com/2006/08/um-dia-casa-vai-abaixo.html' title='Um dia a casa vai abaixo'/><author><name>mariacookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00519327290009247873</uri><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><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18545014.post-115279547322697531</id><published>2006-07-13T14:55:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T15:00:58.363+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Um joguito para lembrar a final do mundial</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.bastardidentro.it/node/view/18910"&gt;www.bastardidentro.it/node/view/18910&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18545014-115279547322697531?l=mariacookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariacookies.blogspot.com/feeds/115279547322697531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18545014&amp;postID=115279547322697531' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18545014/posts/default/115279547322697531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18545014/posts/default/115279547322697531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariacookies.blogspot.com/2006/07/um-joguito-para-lembrar-final-do.html' title='Um joguito para lembrar a final do mundial'/><author><name>mariacookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00519327290009247873</uri><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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18545014.post-115266871296962409</id><published>2006-07-12T03:22:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T03:45:30.730+02:00</updated><title type='text'>A Despedida, fim de um capitulo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2409/1595/1600/fim1%20002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2409/1595/320/fim1%20002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foram quatro anos de curso que terminaram hoje.&lt;br /&gt;E foram os quatros anos melhores da minha vida, pois conheci pessoas que contribuiram muito para o meu crescimento pessoal, que me apoiaram e que me deram muita força para acabar o curso e graças a elas tornei-me uma pessoa melhor.&lt;br /&gt;No jantar de despedida de hoje foi de choro, de risos, de moscatel... mas a verdade é que vou sentir falta destes amigos que me acompanharam durante estes quatro anos que passaram num instatinho. E deles vou levar um bocadinho como aprendizagem no meu coração.&lt;br /&gt;Vai ser dificil não ver estas caras que me faziam sorrir todos os dias.&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu sei que a vida nos vai fazer cruzar outra vez.&lt;br /&gt;Porque sei que fiz amizades verdadeiras, puras e sinceras.&lt;br /&gt;Termina um capitulo nas nossas vidas, que é a vida de estudante e inicia-se outro, que é o mundo do trabalho.&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou-me lembrar de todos porque todos à sua maneira foram muito importantes para mim.&lt;br /&gt;Foram de como uma âncora nesta caminhada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A eles um muito obrigado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foto: trabalho da minha turma&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18545014-115266871296962409?l=mariacookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariacookies.blogspot.com/feeds/115266871296962409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18545014&amp;postID=115266871296962409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18545014/posts/default/115266871296962409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18545014/posts/default/115266871296962409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariacookies.blogspot.com/2006/07/despedida-fim-de-um-capitulo.html' title='A Despedida, fim de um capitulo'/><author><name>mariacookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00519327290009247873</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18545014.post-115231443150173558</id><published>2006-07-08T00:57:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T01:40:37.973+02:00</updated><title type='text'>I´m okay - Sarah Bettens</title><content type='html'>Look for me right when the lights go down,&lt;br /&gt;Your little natural hi,&lt;br /&gt;I should be floating on top of the world&lt;br /&gt;But I just keep wondering why…&lt;br /&gt;I feel more alone in this wonderful crowd,&lt;br /&gt;Than I ever do on my own,&lt;br /&gt;I know that this is a place I belong,&lt;br /&gt;But I’d rather be coming back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh I want you to know I’m okay,&lt;br /&gt;I just need to know that you’re waiting&lt;br /&gt;You’re waiting… for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone keeps saying&lt;br /&gt;I could be a star,&lt;br /&gt;I’m never quite sure what that means,&lt;br /&gt;Sounds like there’s something&lt;br /&gt;I’m missing right now&lt;br /&gt;And that who they think I could be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All that I’m missing is you my love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Come find me whenever you can&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be the one looking up at the sun&lt;br /&gt;With a picture of you in my head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh I want you to know I’m okay, I&lt;br /&gt;just need to know that you’re waiting&lt;br /&gt;You’re waiting… for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh I want you to know&lt;br /&gt;I’m okay, I just need to know that you’re waiting&lt;br /&gt;You’re waiting… for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Têm de ouvir esta música &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RCNRVX_AWx0"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RCNRVX_AWx0&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;é um espetaculo mas a letra não fica atrás&lt;br /&gt;(Sarah Bettens - I'm ok) letra tirada de &lt;a href="http://www.lyricsandsongs.com/song/124009.html"&gt;http://www.lyricsandsongs.com/song/124009.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18545014-115231443150173558?l=mariacookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariacookies.blogspot.com/feeds/115231443150173558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18545014&amp;postID=115231443150173558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18545014/posts/default/115231443150173558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18545014/posts/default/115231443150173558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariacookies.blogspot.com/2006/07/im-okay-sarah-bettens.html' title='I´m okay - Sarah Bettens'/><author><name>mariacookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00519327290009247873</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18545014.post-115218755088679398</id><published>2006-07-06T14:04:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T21:22:29.783+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Stay, So far so close</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mbpxWc6Zz04"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mbpxWc6Zz04" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" 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/18545014-115218755088679398?l=mariacookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariacookies.blogspot.com/feeds/115218755088679398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18545014&amp;postID=115218755088679398' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18545014/posts/default/115218755088679398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18545014/posts/default/115218755088679398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariacookies.blogspot.com/2006/07/stay-so-far-so-close.html' title='Stay, So far so close'/><author><name>mariacookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00519327290009247873</uri><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><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18545014.post-115218616297937073</id><published>2006-07-06T13:21:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T01:57:36.973+02:00</updated><title type='text'>O que seria de nós sem eles?</title><content type='html'>Pois é... é muito bom ter um homem sempre á mão. Porque senão quem arranjaria a maquina de lavar, que consertasse o carro, que pregasse um prego... Eu francamente não percebo nada dessas coisas.&lt;br /&gt;Por exemplo, esta semana tinha o pacote da Clix para instalar, a pedido do meu querido pai, que se tinha ausentado para ir passar umas semanitas á terra. Mal ele sabia o presente que me tinha deixado.&lt;br /&gt;"Ok!" disse-lhe eu, com a inteira confiança de que ia montar o modem.&lt;br /&gt;No fim de semana ponho-me eu toda feliz a abrir a caixa quando me percebo a confusão dos fios que para lá havia. E saber onde colocar os fios na fichas, e as fichas nos fios... Bem!&lt;br /&gt;Solução: falar com um amigo que percebesse - "Ah! Isso é muito fácil é só fazer isto e aquilo." - dizia ele. "se quiseres instalo-te isso na boa!"&lt;br /&gt;E eu pensei "nem é tarde nem cedo"&lt;br /&gt;Se não fosse ele a instalar os fios e o cd, não sei não.&lt;br /&gt;Mas vá lá até não era muito dificil depois de o ver a instalar, até era fácil, mas como eles percebem mais destas coisas... Olha, mas pelo menos já resolvido.&lt;br /&gt;Enfim, um homem na nossa vida faz sempre falta para tudo, nós sem eles somos incompletas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18545014-115218616297937073?l=mariacookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariacookies.blogspot.com/feeds/115218616297937073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18545014&amp;postID=115218616297937073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18545014/posts/default/115218616297937073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18545014/posts/default/115218616297937073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariacookies.blogspot.com/2006/07/o-que-seria-de-ns-sem-eles.html' title='O que seria de nós sem eles?'/><author><name>mariacookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00519327290009247873</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18545014.post-115152505323471883</id><published>2006-06-28T21:20:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T22:06:47.336+02:00</updated><title type='text'>afinal quem é o pobre...</title><content type='html'>Há dias recebi um mail do meu primo Joe e realmente às vezes não nos apercebemos a sorte que temos, estamos sempre a dizer mal da nossa vida e não vemos que basta pouco para sermos felizes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2409/1595/1600/pict0895.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 162px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 176px" height="228" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2409/1595/320/pict0895.jpg" width="224" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um pai, bem de vida, querendo que seu filho soubesse o que é ser pobre, levou-o para passar uns dias com uma família de camponeses.O menino passou 3 dias e 3 noites vivendo no campo. No carro, de volta para a cidade, o pai perguntou:&lt;br /&gt;Então, como é que foi a tua estadia?&lt;br /&gt;Boa, responde o filho, com o olhar perdido à distância.&lt;br /&gt;E o que é que aprendeste? insistiu o pai.&lt;br /&gt;O filho respondeu:&lt;br /&gt;1 - Que nós temos um cão e eles tem quatro.&lt;br /&gt;2 - Que nós temos uma piscina com água tratada, que chega até a metade do nosso quintal. Eles têm um rio sem fim, de água cristalina, onde tem peixinhos e outras belezas.&lt;br /&gt;3 - Que nós importamos lustres do Oriente para iluminar nosso jardim, enquanto eles tem as estrelas e a Lua para iluminá-los.&lt;br /&gt;4 - Nosso quintal chega até o muro. O deles chega até o horizonte.&lt;br /&gt;5 - Nós compramos a nossa comida; eles apanham-na na horta.&lt;br /&gt;6 - Nós ouvimos CD's... Eles ouvem uma perpétua sinfonia de pássaros, periquitos, sapos, grilos e outros animaizinhos...tudo isso às vezes acompanhado pelo sonoro canto de um vizinho que trabalha a sua terra.&lt;br /&gt;7 - Nós usamos o microondas. Tudo o que eles comem tem o glorioso sabor do fogão a lenha.&lt;br /&gt;8 - Para nos protegermos vivemos rodeados por um muro, com alarmes... Eles vivem com suas portas abertas, protegidos pela amizade de seus vizinhos.&lt;br /&gt;9 - Nós vivemos ligados ao telemóvel, ao computador, à televisão. Eles estão ligados à vida, ao céu, ao Sol, à água, ao verde do campo, aos animais, às suas sombras, à sua família.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Pai ficou impressionado com a profundidade da análise do seu filho.&lt;br /&gt;E então o filho terminou:&lt;br /&gt;Obrigado, Pai, por me teres ensinado o quanto somos pobres!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18545014-115152505323471883?l=mariacookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariacookies.blogspot.com/feeds/115152505323471883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18545014&amp;postID=115152505323471883' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18545014/posts/default/115152505323471883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18545014/posts/default/115152505323471883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariacookies.blogspot.com/2006/06/afinal-quem-o-pobre.html' title='afinal quem é o pobre...'/><author><name>mariacookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00519327290009247873</uri><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><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18545014.post-115116107723124788</id><published>2006-06-24T16:49:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T16:59:52.550+02:00</updated><title type='text'>o grito</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2409/1595/1600/munch-scream.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2409/1595/320/munch-scream.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angústia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tortura do pensar! Triste lamento!&lt;br /&gt;Quem nos dera calar a tua voz!&lt;br /&gt;Quem nos dera cá dentro, muito a sós,&lt;br /&gt;Estrangular a hidra num momento!&lt;br /&gt;E não se quer pensar!... e o pensamento&lt;br /&gt;Sempre a morder-nos bem, dentro de nós...&lt;br /&gt;Querer apagar no céu - ó sonho atroz! -&lt;br /&gt;O brilho duma estrela com o vento!...&lt;br /&gt;E não se apaga, não... nada se apaga!&lt;br /&gt;Vem sempre rastejando como a vaga...&lt;br /&gt;Vem sempre perguntando: "O que te resta?...&lt;br /&gt;"Ah! não ser mais que o vago, o infinito!&lt;br /&gt;Ser pedaço de gelo, ser granito,&lt;br /&gt;Ser rugido de tigre na floresta!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Florbela Espanca&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18545014-115116107723124788?l=mariacookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariacookies.blogspot.com/feeds/115116107723124788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18545014&amp;postID=115116107723124788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18545014/posts/default/115116107723124788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18545014/posts/default/115116107723124788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariacookies.blogspot.com/2006/06/o-grito.html' title='o grito'/><author><name>mariacookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00519327290009247873</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18545014.post-114994761298725246</id><published>2006-06-10T15:53:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T15:53:33.006+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Maps</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XJbWsMyXryg"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XJbWsMyXryg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" 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/18545014-114994761298725246?l=mariacookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariacookies.blogspot.com/feeds/114994761298725246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18545014&amp;postID=114994761298725246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18545014/posts/default/114994761298725246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18545014/posts/default/114994761298725246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariacookies.blogspot.com/2006/06/maps.html' title='Maps'/><author><name>mariacookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00519327290009247873</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18545014.post-114916796942953828</id><published>2006-06-01T15:09:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T15:19:29.443+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Bijuterias da Maria</title><content type='html'>Aqui fica um blog para quem quiser ajudar uma mãe que tem um filhote com uma doença genética grave. A Maria faz bijuterias por encomenda para poder sustentar a familia. Portanto para quem quiser ajudar ou comprar as suas bijuterias aqui fica o blog.&lt;br /&gt;O blog da Maria é   &lt;a href="http://www.mariabiju.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.mariabiju.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;  .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18545014-114916796942953828?l=mariacookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariacookies.blogspot.com/feeds/114916796942953828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18545014&amp;postID=114916796942953828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18545014/posts/default/114916796942953828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18545014/posts/default/114916796942953828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariacookies.blogspot.com/2006/06/bijuterias-da-maria.html' title='Bijuterias da Maria'/><author><name>mariacookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00519327290009247873</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18545014.post-114890209731866952</id><published>2006-05-29T13:21:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T13:28:17.320+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Fica a sugestão</title><content type='html'>Festival de percurssão na Arrentela (Quinta da Fidalga) 16, 17 e 18 de Junho.&lt;br /&gt; Mais informações &lt;a href="http://attambur.com/Noticias/20062t/portugalARufar2006.htm"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2409/1595/1600/rufo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2409/1595/400/rufo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2409/1595/1600/rufo.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Dia 16 de Junho – Sexta-feira&lt;br /&gt;Trans(e)Tambourins&lt;br /&gt;Gaiteiros de Lisboa&lt;br /&gt;Tocá Rufar&lt;br /&gt;The Dead Poets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dia 17 de Junho - Sábado&lt;br /&gt;Elitsa Todorova&lt;br /&gt;Be-dom&lt;br /&gt;Terrakota&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18545014-114890209731866952?l=mariacookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariacookies.blogspot.com/feeds/114890209731866952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18545014&amp;postID=114890209731866952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18545014/posts/default/114890209731866952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18545014/posts/default/114890209731866952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariacookies.blogspot.com/2006/05/fica-sugesto.html' title='Fica a sugestão'/><author><name>mariacookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00519327290009247873</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18545014.post-114890163575555724</id><published>2006-05-29T12:57:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T13:20:35.766+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Momento perfeito da semana</title><content type='html'>Os momentos perfeitos são poucos, mas esta semana foi um espectaculo, não foi só 1 mas sim dois momentos perfeitos que eu tenho de partilhar. &lt;br /&gt;O primeiro foi na 4a feira, dia do traçar das capas do Piaget, com Arraial a seguir.&lt;br /&gt;O traçar das capas foi lindo com a AlmaTuna a actuar em grande com a serenata e a tão linda música "Capas Negras". Depois seguiu-se o Arraial no Piaget com as Tunas e em seguida música Pimba. Foi especial porque foi uma comemoração de estar a acabar o último ano da faculdade!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Há coisas que me são dificeis de lembrar, pois o Moscatel estava em alta e a sangria também. Mas o momento perfeito foi depois de 3 horas a dançar música pimba, há um anjo que me vem convidar para dançar e embora eu já estivesse já de rastos (malditos saltos altos..) dancei, dancei, dancei com o par perfeito, aiai.. Queria eu lá saber se me doiam os pés ou não. Só dançar aquele bocado já valeu a noite toda. E ainda dancei uma segunda vez. &lt;br /&gt;O segundo momento perfeito foi ouvir dentro do carro com os meus amigos a música dos Fingertips "Cause to lovin you" ao vivo na rádio, pela primeira vez, a caminho das Barrocas com os vidros todos abertos (graças ao vento fiquei com um penteado espectacular..lol). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou uma menina que se contenta com pouco... o que hei-de fazer?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18545014-114890163575555724?l=mariacookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariacookies.blogspot.com/feeds/114890163575555724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18545014&amp;postID=114890163575555724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18545014/posts/default/114890163575555724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18545014/posts/default/114890163575555724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariacookies.blogspot.com/2006/05/momento-perfeito-da-semana.html' title='Momento perfeito da semana'/><author><name>mariacookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00519327290009247873</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18545014.post-114760308106704435</id><published>2006-05-14T12:36:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T12:38:01.076+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Rebellion (Lies)</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NNfWC4Sgkcs"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NNfWC4Sgkcs" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" 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/18545014-114760308106704435?l=mariacookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariacookies.blogspot.com/feeds/114760308106704435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18545014&amp;postID=114760308106704435' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18545014/posts/default/114760308106704435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18545014/posts/default/114760308106704435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariacookies.blogspot.com/2006/05/rebellion-lies.html' title='Rebellion (Lies)'/><author><name>mariacookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00519327290009247873</uri><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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18545014.post-114746136233903757</id><published>2006-05-12T21:08:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T21:19:46.680+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Que pechincha!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2409/1595/1600/Bootmen%202.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2409/1595/200/Bootmen%202.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A isto é que eu chamo um achado. Em português o filme chama-se "Ao Ritmo do Aço". Ia esta menina muito descansadinha da sua vida a passear por Alvalade, quando passo por um clube de video onde está este filme em cassete na montra. Ora, eu já andava à procura deste filme à séculos, mas nada, nem em dvd, claro quando vi o filme delirei.&lt;br /&gt;Então entrei e perguntei o preço do filme.&lt;br /&gt;"1 euro"- disse me a senhora do clube de video&lt;br /&gt;"A sério, só? Não! Está a brincar comigo"- eu&lt;br /&gt;"Olhe mas se quiser vendo-lhe por 5 euros".&lt;br /&gt;"Não não deixe estar!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cassete está boa e foi uma pechincha por apenas 1 euro. (Por incrível que pareça ainda tenho video).&lt;br /&gt;Isto é caso para dizer Toma lá...bolachas!&lt;br /&gt;Quem já viu os Tap Dogs ao vivo então veja este filme porque o realizador (Dein Perry) é o mesmo director e coreografo dessa companhia. Pois o filme é sobre a própria vida de Dein Pery.&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2409/1595/1600/bootmen.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2409/1595/1600/bootmen.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2409/1595/200/bootmen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bootmen (Ao Ritmo do Aço) é sobre dois irmãos que trabalham em uma siderúrgica com o pai, que desde crianças são ambos muito talentosos em dança de sapateado. Sean (Adam Garcia) que é muito impetuoso despede-se e cria um novo espetáculo de dança de sapateado. Mas a amizade com seu irmão é posto à prova quando ambos se apaixonam pela mesma rapariga e quando descobre que o irmão é ladrão de carros.Adam Garcia também esteve em filmes como o "Coiote Bar" e em "Rapazes da minha vida" com Drew Barrymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As coreografias estão um espetáculo. E se um dia os Tap Dogs voltarem a Portugal gostava de ir assistir.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18545014-114746136233903757?l=mariacookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariacookies.blogspot.com/feeds/114746136233903757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18545014&amp;postID=114746136233903757' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18545014/posts/default/114746136233903757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18545014/posts/default/114746136233903757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariacookies.blogspot.com/2006/05/que-pechincha.html' title='Que pechincha!'/><author><name>mariacookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00519327290009247873</uri><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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18545014.post-114709519980543624</id><published>2006-05-08T15:32:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T15:34:52.900+02:00</updated><title type='text'>goodbye for now</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/i9CkXmBavqI"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/i9CkXmBavqI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" 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/18545014-114709519980543624?l=mariacookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariacookies.blogspot.com/feeds/114709519980543624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18545014&amp;postID=114709519980543624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18545014/posts/default/114709519980543624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18545014/posts/default/114709519980543624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariacookies.blogspot.com/2006/05/goodbye-for-now.html' title='goodbye for now'/><author><name>mariacookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00519327290009247873</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18545014.post-114659119732291074</id><published>2006-05-02T19:31:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T19:41:01.276+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Primeira impressão</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2409/1595/640/flores%20004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2409/1595/320/CAGTQBGL.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a name="a91"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Constituição Portuguesa: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.parlamento.pt/const_leg/crp_port/crp_97_1.html" name="Artigo37"&gt;Artigo 37.º&lt;/a&gt;(Liberdade de expressão e informação)&lt;br /&gt;1. Todos têm o direito de exprimir e divulgar livremente o seu pensamento pela palavra, pela imagem ou por qualquer outro meio, bem como o direito de informar, de se informar e de ser informados, sem impedimentos nem discriminações.&lt;br /&gt;2. O exercício destes direitos não pode ser impedido ou limitado por qualquer tipo ou forma de censura.&lt;br /&gt;3. As infracções cometidas no exercício destes direitos ficam submetidas aos princípios gerais de direito criminal ou do ilícito de mera ordenação social, sendo a sua apreciação respectivamente da competência dos tribunais judiciais ou de entidade administrativa independente, nos termos da lei.&lt;br /&gt;4. A todas as pessoas, singulares ou colectivas, é assegurado, em condições de igualdade e eficácia, o direito de resposta e de rectificação, bem como o direito a indemnização pelos danos sofridos. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18545014-114605680543636913?l=mariacookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariacookies.blogspot.com/feeds/114605680543636913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18545014&amp;postID=114605680543636913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18545014/posts/default/114605680543636913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18545014/posts/default/114605680543636913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariacookies.blogspot.com/2006/04/direito-liberdade-25-de-abril-32-anos.html' title='Direito á liberdade 25 de Abril - 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&apos;cause to love you'/><author><name>mariacookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00519327290009247873</uri><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><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18545014.post-114570273206145833</id><published>2006-04-22T12:45:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T12:45:32.076+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Far away</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JQCZIBj4vUE"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JQCZIBj4vUE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" 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/18545014-114570273206145833?l=mariacookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariacookies.blogspot.com/feeds/114570273206145833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18545014&amp;postID=114570273206145833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18545014/posts/default/114570273206145833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18545014/posts/default/114570273206145833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariacookies.blogspot.com/2006/04/far-away.html' title='Far away'/><author><name>mariacookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00519327290009247873</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18545014.post-114565708350983597</id><published>2006-04-21T22:31:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T00:18:38.133+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Boa Surpresa</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2409/1595/1600/20060118173817-inside-man.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2409/1595/400/20060118173817-inside-man.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ora aqui está um filme inteligente e surpriendente. Um filme que prende a atenção do príncipio ao fim. Já tinha saudades de ver um filme assim. O Clive, o Denzel e a Jodie "tão lá"!&lt;br /&gt;"O Infitrado" é um filme sobre um roubo a um banco. E claro há um ladrão. Há um negociador. E há um mistério. Mais sobre o filme &lt;a href="http://www.iol.pt/cinema/art_ficha.php?ficha=&amp;id=665523"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;aqui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; .. Vão ver o filme que é daqueles que promete.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2409/1595/1600/imag.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2409/1595/1600/imag.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2409/1595/1600/011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2409/1595/400/011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2409/1595/1600/015.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2409/1595/1600/015.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2409/1595/1600/015.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2409/1595/1600/015.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2409/1595/1600/015.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2409/1595/1600/015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2409/1595/400/015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2409/1595/1600/015.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2409/1595/1600/015.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2409/1595/1600/017.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2409/1595/1600/017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2409/1595/400/017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2409/1595/1600/017.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2409/1595/1600/imag.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18545014-114565708350983597?l=mariacookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariacookies.blogspot.com/feeds/114565708350983597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18545014&amp;postID=114565708350983597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18545014/posts/default/114565708350983597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18545014/posts/default/114565708350983597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariacookies.blogspot.com/2006/04/boa-surpresa.html' title='Boa Surpresa'/><author><name>mariacookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00519327290009247873</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18545014.post-114494858744794783</id><published>2006-04-13T19:12:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T00:40:36.303+02:00</updated><title type='text'>haiku</title><content type='html'>Haiku é uma forma de poesia japonesa tradicional que ao todo tem 17 silabas.&lt;br /&gt;Tem de ter refências a elementos da natureza.&lt;br /&gt;O poema tem que se referir a uma situação no presente nunca no passado.&lt;br /&gt;É principalmente composto por apenas 3 versos com 5, 7 e 5 silabas, sem rimas. Até há um blog português sobre&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://mundohaiku.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;isto&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. E podem ler mais &lt;a href="http://www.toyomasu.com/haiku/#whatishaiku"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;aqui&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; também.&lt;br /&gt;Siga inspiração...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Caminho"&lt;br /&gt;A corrente do rio&lt;br /&gt; leva ao mar&lt;br /&gt;palavras esquecidas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lanço o desafio à vossa criatividade.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18545014-114494858744794783?l=mariacookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariacookies.blogspot.com/feeds/114494858744794783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18545014&amp;postID=114494858744794783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18545014/posts/default/114494858744794783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18545014/posts/default/114494858744794783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariacookies.blogspot.com/2006/04/haiku.html' title='haiku'/><author><name>mariacookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00519327290009247873</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18545014.post-114461572346634338</id><published>2006-04-09T22:32:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T20:59:16.190+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Nestes dias vou ouvindo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2409/1595/1600/jukebbox.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 113px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 169px" height="144" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2409/1595/400/jukebbox.jpg" width="103" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The great beyond - REM&lt;br /&gt;Stay- Shakespear´s Sisters&lt;br /&gt;With or without you - U2&lt;br /&gt;Sorta of Farytaile - Tori Amos&lt;br /&gt;Far Away- Nickelback&lt;br /&gt;Here by me- 3 doors down&lt;br /&gt;The Blowers Daughter - Damien Rice&lt;br /&gt;Love Generation - Bob Sinclair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estas são as músicas que não me canço de ouvir. Há sempre uma que nos fica no ouvido.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18545014-114461572346634338?l=mariacookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariacookies.blogspot.com/feeds/114461572346634338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18545014&amp;postID=114461572346634338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18545014/posts/default/114461572346634338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18545014/posts/default/114461572346634338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariacookies.blogspot.com/2006/04/nestes-dias-vou-ouvindo.html' title='Nestes dias vou ouvindo...'/><author><name>mariacookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00519327290009247873</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18545014.post-114384066149781190</id><published>2006-03-31T22:54:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T23:33:34.380+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Chuva de Abril</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Esta é a minha música preferida dos Entre Aspas. E fica aqui a lembrança, a saudade de ti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2409/1595/1600/raiin.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2409/1595/400/raiin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;NÃO SEI BEM O QUE HEI-DE TE DIZER&lt;br /&gt;TALVEZ SEJA CEDO DEMAIS&lt;br /&gt;OU TALVEZ SEJA TARDE DEMAIS&lt;br /&gt;TALVEZ SEJA TARDE DEMAIS&lt;br /&gt;PARA ABRIR A MINHA BOCA&lt;br /&gt;BOCA QUE GUARDA SEGREDOS MIL&lt;br /&gt;CHUVA CAÍ CHUVA DE ABRIL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2409/1595/1600/chuva.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 210px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 186px" height="218" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2409/1595/400/chuva.jpg" width="232" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Refrão:&lt;br /&gt;NÃO ME QUEIRAS TANTO&lt;br /&gt;EU PERTENÇO A MIM&lt;br /&gt;O MEU PRANTO &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;JÁ NÃO TEM FIM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FICOU UM BEIJO UM DESEJO&lt;br /&gt;TALVEZ SEJA TARDE DEMAIS&lt;br /&gt;BOCA QUE ARDE&lt;br /&gt;CHUVA CAÍ CHUVA DE ABRIL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2409/1595/1600/chu.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2409/1595/1600/chu.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 149px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 108px" height="108" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2409/1595/400/chu.0.jpg" width="187" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Refrão:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;NÃO ME QUEIRAS TANTO&lt;br /&gt;EU PERTENÇO A MIM&lt;br /&gt;O MEU PRANTO&lt;br /&gt;JÁ NÃO TEM FIM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Letra e música: Entre Aspas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18545014-114384066149781190?l=mariacookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariacookies.blogspot.com/feeds/114384066149781190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18545014&amp;postID=114384066149781190' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18545014/posts/default/114384066149781190'/><link 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18545014-114358313445504347?l=mariacookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariacookies.blogspot.com/feeds/114358313445504347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18545014&amp;postID=114358313445504347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18545014/posts/default/114358313445504347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18545014/posts/default/114358313445504347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariacookies.blogspot.com/2006/03/para-aliviar-o-stress.html' title='Para aliviar o stress'/><author><name>mariacookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00519327290009247873</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18545014.post-114297333764718002</id><published>2006-03-21T21:32:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T21:35:37.666+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Revela o Barman que há em ti!</title><content type='html'>Aqui têm a oportunidade de fazerem grandes coktails, ou não...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.liquidlight.co.uk/our_work/rightmix.php"&gt;http://www.liquidlight.co.uk/our_work/rightmix.php&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18545014-114297333764718002?l=mariacookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariacookies.blogspot.com/feeds/114297333764718002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18545014&amp;postID=114297333764718002' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18545014/posts/default/114297333764718002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18545014/posts/default/114297333764718002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariacookies.blogspot.com/2006/03/revela-o-barman-que-h-em-ti.html' title='Revela o Barman que há em ti!'/><author><name>mariacookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00519327290009247873</uri><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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18545014.post-114280032387286371</id><published>2006-03-19T21:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T00:46:21.730+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Cada panela tem a sua tampa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2409/1595/1600/panela.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 145px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 110px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="102" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2409/1595/400/panela.0.jpg" width="134" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Custuma-se por aí dizer que cada panela tem a sua tampa, ou seja, há uma pessoa ideal para cada um de nós. Pessoalmente ainda não confirmei se é verdade ou mentira. A minha opinião é que não há tampas perfeitas, há umas que se encaixam melhor do que outras, e para isso há que experimentar até encontrar a que sirva. No entanto a procura tem sido renhida, algumas tampas perfeitas já encaixaram noutras panelas. É muito raro encontrar a tampa ideal, mas que ela existe, existe. Lá por ter alguns amaços não quer dizer que essa tampa não seja perfeita, o que se tem de fazer é lidar com as imperfeições pois todos nós já sofremos moças. Podemos não ser perfeitos mas podemos ter a relação perfeita em nos adaptarmos aos defeitos dum e doutro e fazer o perfeito cozinhado...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18545014-114280032387286371?l=mariacookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariacookies.blogspot.com/feeds/114280032387286371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18545014&amp;postID=114280032387286371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18545014/posts/default/114280032387286371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18545014/posts/default/114280032387286371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariacookies.blogspot.com/2006/03/cada-panela-tem-sua-tampa.html' title='Cada panela tem a sua tampa'/><author><name>mariacookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00519327290009247873</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18545014.post-114177361878914334</id><published>2006-03-08T00:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T15:23:59.450+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Que coincidência...</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Belong in London&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whatcitydoyoubelonginquiz/london.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little old fashioned, and a little modern. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little traditional, and a little bit punk rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A unique woman like you needs a city that offers everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No wonder you and London will get along so well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/whatcitydoyoubelonginquiz/"&gt;What City Do You Belong In?&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/18545014-114177361878914334?l=mariacookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariacookies.blogspot.com/feeds/114177361878914334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18545014&amp;postID=114177361878914334' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18545014/posts/default/114177361878914334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18545014/posts/default/114177361878914334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariacookies.blogspot.com/2006/03/que-coincidncia.html' title='Que coincidência...'/><author><name>mariacookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00519327290009247873</uri><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><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18545014.post-114152265918162569</id><published>2006-03-05T01:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T23:13:35.566+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tou me a sentir um apêndice</title><content type='html'>"Tou me a sentir um apêndice!"&lt;br /&gt;"Foi a exclamação que a minha mana fez no outro dia e que levou a esta dissertação. Talvez eu seja realmente um apêndice. Todos nós nascemos com um e só nos lembramos dele quando ele adoece e temos de o tirar. Há quem fique horrorizado só de pensar que o seu apêndice vai ser traficado, que perdeu um membro imprescendivel, etc. Afinal, do que é que eu estou falar quando falo em apêndice? Para que serve? Quem são os "apêndices"? Precisamos de entender o que é o apêndice para entender os "apêndices" que existem entre nós.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posso começar por esclarecer aos portugueses e portuguesas que querem a verdade. Desmistifiquemos - o apêndice não serve absolutamente para nada. A não ser dar chatice quando inflama! Ele não serve para nada pois contém enzimas por digerir a celulose que as plantas têm. Evolutivamente falando, o nosso ancestral carnivoro, é herbivoro. Estes têm esta parte do ceco bastante desenvolvida, pois eles precisam né? Só comem "o verde". A teoria Neodarwinista diz que ocorre uma mutação que fez alguns perderem esta parte do intenstino e tornarem-se carnívoros (sim porque no fundo, segundo eles, todos nós somos uns mutantes!). Ficámos com esta estrutura vestigial que não nos serve de nada, pois não necessitamos nem conseguimos digerir celulose. Criativamente falando, não há explicação, por enquanto, mas isso não é o mais importante. Porntanto, quando eu falo de ap~endice falo de uma "terminação" no intestino grosso inutilizada por tempo indefinido (Pois! Ora aí está! Não sabemos o que o neurónio pode inventa!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora que já dominamos o conceito "apêndice", voltemos à metáfora com que comecei esta análise. Como se sente a pessoa, pode ser semelhante a um apêndice? Como se sente o apêndice junto ao intestino grosso? Sente-se inferior, inútil e á parte (pelas razões já apresentadas). Os "apêndices" da sociedade sentem-se assim, sem finalidade ou objectivo, logo inúteis no meio, consequentemente, acham-se inferiores, sem remédio e adoptam uma atitude de inércia face a tudo sem valorar nada. Sobre ser aparte, bem, é mais ou menos de esperar que este esteótipo de índividuos não seja muito social e esteja sempre fora dos grupos - Está psicologicamente abalado, talvez demais por ter um verdadeiro grupo de amigos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas há (ou não) um aspecto positivo em ser um apêndice! Os grupos influenciam e tendem a ser homogéneos. Uma pessoa que não se integra é porque é diferente, está desarraigada das crenças, dos estilos que o rodeiam, não está disposto a ser influenciado, tem personalidade! Deu-se a volta por cima - "apêndices", afinal, são (ou não) pessoas muito á frente , livres do pobre senso comum da plebe em volta (aqui entende-se por plebe pessoas sem personalidade, sem conhecimento de nada, mas que se axam muito superiores por se dá com "fulano" - os tipicos grupos). Conseguem identificar os apêndices" da humanidade e os de agora?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E apesar de tudo tão á parte.... E apesar de tudo são apêndices! Uma vênia aos apêndices! Nascem uma nova raça ariana - os apêndices!&lt;br /&gt;A própósito: Então o que será a apendicite?&lt;br /&gt;Aceitam-se sugestões."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Post by Martini Woman&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18545014-114152265918162569?l=mariacookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariacookies.blogspot.com/feeds/114152265918162569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18545014&amp;postID=114152265918162569' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18545014/posts/default/114152265918162569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18545014/posts/default/114152265918162569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariacookies.blogspot.com/2006/03/tou-me-sentir-um-apndice.html' title='Tou me a sentir um apêndice'/><author><name>mariacookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00519327290009247873</uri><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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18545014.post-114115830125185567</id><published>2006-02-28T21:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T21:43:46.866+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A caminho de Lx</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2409/1595/1600/ponte2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2409/1595/400/ponte2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2409/1595/1600/ponte.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2409/1595/1600/ponte.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Podia ser a caminho de Londres, a caminho de Los Angels... mas não amanhã vou a caminho de Lisboa, para começar um estágio. Vou-me levantar ás 6:00, depois mais uma hora para arranjar-me... Ai! Até doi! Para quem custuma levantar-se ás 11:00 é puxadote! Mas pronto é por uma boa causa. E como só tenho aulas á noite... Vá lá faz-se uma forcita. Vou ter de pôr o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="112" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2409/1595/400/acordar.jpg" width="111" border="0" /&gt;alarme do telémovel e o alarme do rádio para despertar para não para não me atrasar. Não convém chegar atrasada no primeiro dia, causa sempre má impressão!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18545014-114115830125185567?l=mariacookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariacookies.blogspot.com/feeds/114115830125185567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18545014&amp;postID=114115830125185567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18545014/posts/default/114115830125185567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18545014/posts/default/114115830125185567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariacookies.blogspot.com/2006/02/caminho-de-lx.html' title='A caminho de Lx'/><author><name>mariacookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00519327290009247873</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18545014.post-114009234646259772</id><published>2006-02-16T13:08:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T17:10:16.033+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Take one</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2409/1595/1600/a_lot_like_love_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2409/1595/320/a_lot_like_love_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A vida é um filme que não tem takes. Os erros que fazemos são para melhorar a pessoa que somos. Cabe-nos a nós aproveitarmos as oportunidades que nos aparecem à frente e fazer da nossa vida o melhor filme que alguma vez já se fez.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18545014-114009234646259772?l=mariacookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariacookies.blogspot.com/feeds/114009234646259772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18545014&amp;postID=114009234646259772' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18545014/posts/default/114009234646259772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18545014/posts/default/114009234646259772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariacookies.blogspot.com/2006/02/take-one.html' title='Take one'/><author><name>mariacookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00519327290009247873</uri><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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18545014.post-113979207970603160</id><published>2006-02-12T23:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T02:00:06.250+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pára por um momento e eu encontro-te</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2409/1595/1600/times-square-new-york-1-lowres.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 259px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="320" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2409/1595/320/times-square-new-york-1-lowres.1.jpg" width="243" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; Hold Still&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In this little towncars they don't slow down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The lonely people here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They throw lonely stares&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Into their lonely hearts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I watch the traffic lights&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I drift on Christmas nights&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wanna set it straight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wanna make it right&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But girl you're so far away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh, hold still for a moment and I'll find you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm so close, I'm just a small step behind you girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I could hold you if you just stood still&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I jaywalk through this town&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I drop leaves on the ground&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But lonely people here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just gaze their eyes on air&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And miss the autumn roar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I roam through traffic lights&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I fade through Christmas nights&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wanna set it straight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wanna make it right&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But man you're so far away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh, I'll hold still for a moment so you'll find me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You're so close, I can feel you all around me boy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know you're somewhere out thereI&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;know you're somewhere out there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh, hold still for a moment and I'll find you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You're so close, I can feel you all around me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I could hold you if you just stood still&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh, I'll hold still for a moment so you'll find me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm so close, I'm just a small step behind you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know you're somewhere out there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know you're somewhere out there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know you're somewhere out there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;música: Litle David Boy (David Fonseca) e Rita &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/18545014-113979207970603160?l=mariacookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariacookies.blogspot.com/feeds/113979207970603160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18545014&amp;postID=113979207970603160' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18545014/posts/default/113979207970603160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18545014/posts/default/113979207970603160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariacookies.blogspot.com/2006/02/pra-por-um-momento-e-eu-encontro-te.html' title='Pára por um momento e eu encontro-te'/><author><name>mariacookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00519327290009247873</uri><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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18545014.post-113900273124494480</id><published>2006-02-03T22:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T22:45:39.080+01:00</updated><title type='text'>eu ainda só encontrei estas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2409/1595/1600/image0013ot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2409/1595/320/image0013ot.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As bandas que eu consegui encontrar &lt;a href="http://img174.imageshack.us/my.php?image=image0013ot.jpg"&gt;nesta&lt;/a&gt; barafunda saída de um filme foram: smaching pupkins, rolling stones, eagles, guns and roses, scissors sisters, garbadge, sex pistols, queen, prince, maniac street pretchers, police, radiohead, beach boys, alice in chains (a alice do pais das maravilhas acorrentada), u2. ,the cars, seal (o cartaz da foca)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18545014-113900273124494480?l=mariacookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariacookies.blogspot.com/feeds/113900273124494480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18545014&amp;postID=113900273124494480' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18545014/posts/default/113900273124494480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18545014/posts/default/113900273124494480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariacookies.blogspot.com/2006/02/eu-ainda-s-encontrei-estas.html' title='eu ainda só encontrei estas'/><author><name>mariacookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00519327290009247873</uri><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><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18545014.post-113811461030063092</id><published>2006-01-24T15:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T16:12:58.843+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu sei que te vou amar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2409/1595/1600/maos%201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2409/1595/320/maos%201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Eu sei que vou te amar, Por toda minha vida eu vou te amar, Em cada despedida eu vou te amar, Desesperadamente eu vou te amar, E cada verso meu será pra te dizer, Que eu sei que vou te amar por toda minha vida, Eu sei que vou chorar, A cada ausência tua eu vou chorar, Mas cada volta tua há de apagar, O que essa ausência tua me causou, Eu sei que vou sofrer, A eterna desventura de viver, À espera de viver ao lado teu, Por toda a minha vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;de Vinicius de Moraes&lt;br /&gt;imagem:anamar.blog.sapo.pt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18545014-113811461030063092?l=mariacookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariacookies.blogspot.com/feeds/113811461030063092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18545014&amp;postID=113811461030063092' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18545014/posts/default/113811461030063092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18545014/posts/default/113811461030063092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariacookies.blogspot.com/2006/01/eu-sei-que-te-vou-amar.html' title='Eu sei que te vou amar'/><author><name>mariacookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00519327290009247873</uri><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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18545014.post-113754561908059114</id><published>2006-01-18T01:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T13:48:59.523+01:00</updated><title type='text'>boa noite caros ouvintes.... Parte I</title><content type='html'>se um dia tivesse um momento de rádio seria assim:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Boa noite caros ouvintes, sou a "mariacookie" e vou estar estar convosco a passar boa música só para vocês durante as próximas horas. A meia hora a arrancar será de pura animação alternativa a começar por&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; U2&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;all because of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;", &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;em seguida&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;talk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;" dos coldplay, e , "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;love generation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;" de bob sinclair, "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;since you been gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;" &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt; Kelly Clarson, "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;just feel better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;" de santana, "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;don´t bother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;" da Shakira.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Fiquem bem fiquem com bj-sonora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2409/1595/1600/auscultadores.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 118px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 90px" height="90" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2409/1595/320/auscultadores.jpg" width="107" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2409/1595/1600/auscultadores.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(teria de aprimorar melhor o discurso mas hey I´m just gettin started, prometo nas partes videdouras que viram pimpar melhor o "tempo de antena")&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/18545014-113754561908059114?l=mariacookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariacookies.blogspot.com/feeds/113754561908059114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18545014&amp;postID=113754561908059114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18545014/posts/default/113754561908059114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18545014/posts/default/113754561908059114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariacookies.blogspot.com/2006/01/boa-noite-caros-ouvintes-parte-i.html' title='boa noite caros ouvintes.... Parte I'/><author><name>mariacookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00519327290009247873</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18545014.post-113621955180907309</id><published>2006-01-02T17:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T17:32:31.820+01:00</updated><title type='text'>musica do dia</title><content type='html'>hoje é o começo da primeira semana do ano e a canção que dedico para este novo começo é     &lt;strong&gt;"we believe" dos Good Charlotte&lt;/strong&gt;. Bons sonhos é o que eu desejo para toda a gente, e que lutem para os tornarem realidade.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18545014-113621955180907309?l=mariacookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariacookies.blogspot.com/feeds/113621955180907309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18545014&amp;postID=113621955180907309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18545014/posts/default/113621955180907309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18545014/posts/default/113621955180907309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariacookies.blogspot.com/2006/01/musica-do-dia.html' title='musica do dia'/><author><name>mariacookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00519327290009247873</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18545014.post-113580955427860060</id><published>2005-12-28T23:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T17:27:30.043+01:00</updated><title type='text'>até onde pode ir a nossa capacidade de perdoar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2409/1595/1600/lagrim.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2409/1595/320/lagrim.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Qual é a nossa capacidade de perdoar alguém que nos fez mal, nos magoa? Bem, penso que depende de quem é a pessoa e que tipo de mal nos fez. Se for uma ofensa verbal á nossa pessoa, penso que com calma e razoabilidade conseguimos ultrapassar e ver qual a razão que a pessoa regiu assim. Talvez essa pessoa tivesse tido um mau dia, talvez estivessemos no local errado á hora errada, talvez o erro que cometemos com essa pessoa não pensassemos que não tivesse tanta importância.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;O pior é quando a pessoa que ficou chateada se revele uma pessoa que nunca pensassemos que fosse. Mas se nós amamos a pessoa e falarmos, se houver uma comunicação e um acordo penso que tudo se resolve. Para mim o amor perdoa tudo. O pior é senão há amor. E senão há amor?...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;É nestas alturas que me lembro da música One dos U2&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Is it getting better&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Or do you feel the same&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Will it make it easier on you&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Now you got someone to blame&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;You say&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;One love&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;One life&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;When it’s one need&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;In the night&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It’s one love&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We get to share it&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It leaves you baby&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;If you don’t care for it&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Did I disappoint you? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Or leave a bad taste in your mouth?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;You act like you never had love&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And you want me to go without&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Well it’s too lateTonight&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;To drag tha past out&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Into the light&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We’re one&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;But we’re not the same&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We get to carry each other&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Carry each other&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;One&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Have you come here for forgiveness&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Have you come tor raise the dead&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Havew you come here to play jesus&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;To the lepers in your head&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Did I ask too much&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;More than a lot&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;You gave me nothing&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Now it’s all&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I gotWe’re one&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;But we’re not the same&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We hurt each other&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Then we do it again&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;You say&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Love is a temple&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Love a higher law&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Love is a temple&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Love the higher law&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;You ask me to enter&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;But then you make me crawl&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And I can’t be holding on&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;To what you got&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;When all you got is hurt&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;One love&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;One blood&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;One life&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;You got to do what you should&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;One life&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;With each other&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Sisters&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Brothers&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;One life&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;But we’re not the same&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We get to carry each other&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Carry each other&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;One&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;One.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18545014-113580955427860060?l=mariacookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariacookies.blogspot.com/feeds/113580955427860060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18545014&amp;postID=113580955427860060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18545014/posts/default/113580955427860060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18545014/posts/default/113580955427860060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariacookies.blogspot.com/2005/12/at-onde-pode-ir-nossa-capacidade-de.html' title='até onde pode ir a nossa capacidade de perdoar'/><author><name>mariacookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00519327290009247873</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18545014.post-113570395287572008</id><published>2005-12-27T18:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T18:19:12.886+01:00</updated><title type='text'>As artes</title><content type='html'>Já agora outra curiosidade!&lt;br /&gt;Já se sabe que o cinema é a 7ª arte... e as outras quais são?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.xr.pro.br/Arte.html"&gt;Aqui&lt;/a&gt; vai:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1ª- Música&lt;br /&gt;2ª- Dança&lt;br /&gt;3ª- Desenho e Pintura&lt;br /&gt;4ª- Escultura&lt;br /&gt;5ª- Teatro&lt;br /&gt;6ª- Literatura&lt;br /&gt;7ª- Cinema&lt;br /&gt;8ª-Fotografia&lt;br /&gt;9ª- História em quadradinhos&lt;br /&gt;10ª- Videojogos&lt;br /&gt;11ª- Computação Gráfica&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18545014-113570395287572008?l=mariacookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariacookies.blogspot.com/feeds/113570395287572008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18545014&amp;postID=113570395287572008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18545014/posts/default/113570395287572008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18545014/posts/default/113570395287572008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariacookies.blogspot.com/2005/12/as-artes.html' title='As artes'/><author><name>mariacookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00519327290009247873</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18545014.post-113570161152799862</id><published>2005-12-27T17:15:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T18:03:14.946+01:00</updated><title type='text'>As 7 Wonders</title><content type='html'>Foi uma curiosidade que surgiu ao ver o filme do Peter Jackson, o King Kong, em que a personagem do actor Jack Black (que fazia de realizador) apresentava o King Kong como a oitava maravilha do mundo. E eu ouvi umas pessoas a comentar:&lt;br /&gt;- E qual é a sétima?&lt;br /&gt;- Sei lá! Eu nem sei qual é a primeira!&lt;br /&gt;E eu comecei a rir (para dentro é claro) e depois dei-me conta: - Elá! Eu também não sei!&lt;br /&gt;Então como não sabia quais eram e ficam aqui para quem também não sabe quais são as sete actuais Maravilhas do Mundo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1ª Maravilha - As Muralhas da China&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2ª Maravilha - Palácio Potala, no Tibete&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3ª Maravilha - Taj Mahal, na Índia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4ª Maravilha- Coliseu de Roma, Itália&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5ª Maravilha - Pirâmides de Chichén Itzá, México&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6ªMaravilha - Estátuas da Ilha de Páscoa, no Chile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7ªMaravilha - Torre de Pisa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As &lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/Athens/2506/marav.html"&gt;antigas&lt;/a&gt; são:1)As Pirâmides do Egito, 2) Os Jardins Suspensos da Babilônia que foi construído pelo Rei Nebuchadnezzar no Século VI, a.C. 3) A Estátua de Zeus, em Olimpia, 4)O Mausoléu em Halicarnassus, situado na Ásia Menor, 5) O Templo de Artemis em Epheseus, 6) O Colosso de Rhodes, uma grande estátua de bronze erguida por volta de 280 a.C. pelos cidadãos de Rhodes, capital da ilha grega,7) O Farol de Alexandria, no Egito.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18545014-113570161152799862?l=mariacookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariacookies.blogspot.com/feeds/113570161152799862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18545014&amp;postID=113570161152799862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18545014/posts/default/113570161152799862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18545014/posts/default/113570161152799862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariacookies.blogspot.com/2005/12/as-7-wonders.html' title='As 7 Wonders'/><author><name>mariacookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00519327290009247873</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18545014.post-113510228629871037</id><published>2005-12-20T19:04:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T19:11:26.306+01:00</updated><title type='text'>a vida é como um castelo de cartas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2409/1595/1600/castelo-de-cartas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2409/1595/320/castelo-de-cartas.jpg" 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/18545014-113510228629871037?l=mariacookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariacookies.blogspot.com/feeds/113510228629871037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18545014&amp;postID=113510228629871037' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18545014/posts/default/113510228629871037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18545014/posts/default/113510228629871037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariacookies.blogspot.com/2005/12/vida-como-um-castelo-de-cartas.html' title='a vida é como um castelo de cartas'/><author><name>mariacookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00519327290009247873</uri><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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18545014.post-113481553500834423</id><published>2005-12-17T19:34:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T00:07:38.543+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O código de da vinci</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2409/1595/1600/images.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2409/1595/320/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para os apreciadores do código de da vinci aqui vai uma novidade! O filme vai passar em Portugal em 2006 por volta de 18 Maio, realizado pelo já galadoardo Ron Howard. Alguns dos actores são Tom Hanks (Filadelfia, Forest Gump), Audrey Tautou ( Fabuloso destino d´Amélie), Jean Reno (Beijo Francês).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2409/1595/1600/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18545014-113481553500834423?l=mariacookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariacookies.blogspot.com/feeds/113481553500834423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18545014&amp;postID=113481553500834423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18545014/posts/default/113481553500834423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18545014/posts/default/113481553500834423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariacookies.blogspot.com/2005/12/o-cdigo-de-da-vinci.html' title='O código de da vinci'/><author><name>mariacookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00519327290009247873</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18545014.post-113478077726225850</id><published>2005-12-17T01:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-12-17T02:02:25.103+01:00</updated><title type='text'>ah! afinal não!</title><content type='html'>Para minha felicidade e para a felicidade de todas as mulheres ele ainda anda por cá!&lt;br /&gt;Este diamante vai fazer uma personagem no filme Dallas (não é do meu tempo).&lt;br /&gt;A noticia está &lt;a href="http://www.femalefirst.co.uk/celebrity/31992004.htm"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2409/1595/1600/brad_pitt.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18545014-113478077726225850?l=mariacookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariacookies.blogspot.com/feeds/113478077726225850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18545014&amp;postID=113478077726225850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18545014/posts/default/113478077726225850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18545014/posts/default/113478077726225850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariacookies.blogspot.com/2005/12/ah-afinal-no.html' title='ah! afinal não!'/><author><name>mariacookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00519327290009247873</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18545014.post-113295161621760722</id><published>2005-11-26T05:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-11-25T21:46:56.226+01:00</updated><title type='text'>As minhas 20</title><content type='html'>Portanto eu sei que é um bocado deprimente mas eu gostava de por aqui a minha lista de coisas que gostava de fazer antes de morrer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1- Voar (tipo Peter Pan... pronto Wendy para ser a versão no feminino)&lt;br /&gt;2- Conhecer o love of my life e vice-versa (;p é um duplo desejo)&lt;br /&gt;3- Ter filhos dele&lt;br /&gt;4- Ter um emprego que me faça feliz&lt;br /&gt;5- Aprender a tocar guitarra&lt;br /&gt;6- Aprender a dançar hip-hop&lt;br /&gt;7- Assistir ao vivo um concerto dos U2&lt;br /&gt;8- Guardar os amigos que tenho até morrer&lt;br /&gt;9- Casar na praia&lt;br /&gt;10- Ir a Londres e Escócia&lt;br /&gt;11- Tocar e cantar numa banda( hehe outro desejo duplo)&lt;br /&gt;12- Escrever um filme e realizá-lo&lt;br /&gt;13- Falar com Robin Williams, o actor&lt;br /&gt;14- Ter olhos azuis&lt;br /&gt;15- Fazer uma tatuagem&lt;br /&gt;16- Ter dois cães&lt;br /&gt;17- Tirar um curso de fotografia&lt;br /&gt;18- Aprender a tocar violino&lt;br /&gt;19- Aprender a conduzir&lt;br /&gt;20- Fazer um blog interessante&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18545014-113295161621760722?l=mariacookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariacookies.blogspot.com/feeds/113295161621760722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18545014&amp;postID=113295161621760722' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18545014/posts/default/113295161621760722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18545014/posts/default/113295161621760722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariacookies.blogspot.com/2005/11/as-minhas-20.html' title='As minhas 20'/><author><name>mariacookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00519327290009247873</uri><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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18545014.post-113181687607768897</id><published>2005-11-12T18:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T18:34:36.086+01:00</updated><title type='text'>sons de inverno</title><content type='html'>aqui vai a minha lista de músicas para ouvir nestes dias de inverno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Immortal - Evanescence&lt;br /&gt;Baby Gasoline - Plastica&lt;br /&gt;One - U2&lt;br /&gt;The Blower´s Daughter - Damien Rice&lt;br /&gt;Faithfull - Bush&lt;br /&gt;run baby run - Garbage&lt;br /&gt;don´t kill me tonight - Di-rect&lt;br /&gt;problema de expressão - clã&lt;br /&gt;here comes your man - Pixies&lt;br /&gt;fake plastique trees - Radiohead&lt;br /&gt;you´re beautiful - James Blunt&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18545014-113181687607768897?l=mariacookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariacookies.blogspot.com/feeds/113181687607768897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18545014&amp;postID=113181687607768897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18545014/posts/default/113181687607768897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18545014/posts/default/113181687607768897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariacookies.blogspot.com/2005/11/sons-de-inverno.html' title='sons de inverno'/><author><name>mariacookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00519327290009247873</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18545014.post-113149329402961766</id><published>2005-11-09T08:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T00:51:08.303+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Era hoje...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Era hoje que por pouco não ia ver os natal dos hospitais, no garcia da orta. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Graças à chuva de hoje ia sendo atropelada na passadeira.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Eu ia muito bem descançandinha a pensar na minha vidinha olhei para um lado não havia carros, olhei para o outro lado vi um mas pensava que ele ia travar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Enganei-me. Dentro de uma localidade o condutor vinha a mais de 50 e não conseguia travar, e para não me passar por cima bateu contra um poste, mas não se magoou. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Felizmente foi só um susto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18545014-113149329402961766?l=mariacookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariacookies.blogspot.com/feeds/113149329402961766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18545014&amp;postID=113149329402961766' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18545014/posts/default/113149329402961766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18545014/posts/default/113149329402961766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariacookies.blogspot.com/2005/11/era-hoje.html' title='Era hoje...'/><author><name>mariacookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00519327290009247873</uri><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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18545014.post-113130432475257258</id><published>2005-11-07T04:15:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T00:43:13.523+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Vintage</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2409/1595/1600/vintage4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 69px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 183px" height="183" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2409/1595/200/vintage4.jpg" width="75" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2409/1595/1600/vintage3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2409/1595/200/vintage3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2409/1595/1600/vintage2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 96px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 237px" height="354" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2409/1595/400/vintage2.jpg" width="173" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2409/1595/1600/vintage1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2409/1595/1600/vintage.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;E o que é vintage pergunto eu? Não, não é aquele actor francês! É um estilo de roupa imitando os anos 20. É tipo um estilo new-old. Ou seja, é a roupa da nossa avó, que agora está na moda! Eu infelizmente, não tive essa oportunidade...as roupas que uma das minhas avós usava era roupa da lavoura porque ela trabalhava no campo, o que não quer dizer que não tivesse sentido de moda, mas não tinha era dinheiro para a comprar. A minha outra avó... bem não sei que o que fizeram ás roupas dela e também não me lembro que roupas é que ela usava...&lt;br /&gt;Fica a sugestão vão ao baú e tentem encontrar as roupas da avó!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18545014-113130432475257258?l=mariacookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariacookies.blogspot.com/feeds/113130432475257258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18545014&amp;postID=113130432475257258' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18545014/posts/default/113130432475257258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18545014/posts/default/113130432475257258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariacookies.blogspot.com/2005/11/vintage.html' title='Vintage'/><author><name>mariacookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00519327290009247873</uri><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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18545014.post-113113744296239715</id><published>2005-11-05T05:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T21:36:45.466+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Os Prós e Contras Dos Emas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2409/1595/1600/thegift_small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 116px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 79px" height="84" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2409/1595/400/thegift_small.jpg" width="120" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em termos de efeitos de luzes, de palco e organização da Mtv esteve muito bem, foi um espectáculo muito bom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O que falhou&lt;/strong&gt; no meu ponto de vista foi, não haver uma banda portuguesa a actuar no fim...foi pena, podiam ter posto os Fonzie, os Da Weasel, os Clã, os Blind Zero ( que até foi a Banda vencedora do prémio de melhor banda portuguesa no ano passado ou que foi...) ou mesmo os Chutos que são Bandas com peso e com boa musicalidade cá em Portugal.&lt;br /&gt;E por que é que raio lá o apresentador só falava no Cazaquistão?!? E onde é que fica esse país?!? Obrigadinho hã! Não é por nada... é que se calhar estava enganado ou então estava a gozar com o pessoal português. Mas foi bem feita que no fim ficaste com os tim-tins entalados!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não gostei&lt;/strong&gt; que o Figo e o Nuno Gomes fossem de igual pareciam irmãos seameses, ainda por cima iam mal vestidos, de calcinha de ganga e blazer preto. Onde é que estavam os custureiros portugueses nesta altura? Onde estavas tu Tenente, Fátima Lopes, João Rolo, etc. Ah!! E a Nelly Furtado a dizer como se dizia hot gril em português? Disse que era borracho!!! Bem na minha terra é gaja boa ou brasa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Curti&lt;/strong&gt; o Jared Letto! É lindo com aquele ar de rebelde e tal... Foi porreiro ele ter puxado um rapaz do público para dizer o quem tinha ganho o prémio para melhor grupo alternativo "Sistem of a Down" ainda por cima o rapaz comprimentou a banda! Eu ficava nas nuvens se fosse comigo.&lt;br /&gt;Também curti os The Gift terem ganho o prémio para melhor banda portuguesa, apesar de achar que os Da Weasel também mereciam, tanto uma como a outra banda são bandas de culto em Portugal.&lt;br /&gt;Os apresentadores portugueses Diogo e Filomena estiveram muito bem, estiveram à altura de hosts da Mtv. (Impressão minha ou estes dois são irmãos??)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Achei mal &lt;/strong&gt;os Gorillaz terem ganho o prémio de melhor banda, preferia os U2 (banda do meu coração) ou os Coldplay. Está bem que se deve dar oportunidade a outras bandas e que os Gorillaz têem boa qualidade, mas people estes dois mereciam.&lt;br /&gt;Mas enfim... foi um good show dos EMAS em Portugal, para a primeira vez estiveram muito bem.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18545014-113113744296239715?l=mariacookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariacookies.blogspot.com/feeds/113113744296239715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18545014&amp;postID=113113744296239715' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18545014/posts/default/113113744296239715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18545014/posts/default/113113744296239715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariacookies.blogspot.com/2005/11/os-prs-e-contras-dos-emas.html' title='Os Prós e Contras Dos Emas'/><author><name>mariacookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00519327290009247873</uri><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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18545014.post-113088654758415330</id><published>2005-11-02T00:08:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T00:43:01.673+01:00</updated><title type='text'>E assim se vai mais um</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2409/1595/1600/BradPittSeraArquitecto_250x190.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="202" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2409/1595/320/BradPittSeraArquitecto_250x190.jpg" width="250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pois é para tristeza de muitas e muitos, ouvi dizer que o podre de bom do Brad Pitt ia deixar de ser actor e vai passar a ser arquitecto. Podem ver a notícia aqui ! AAAAiiii como eu sofro!! Apesar de ser um lindo pedaço de homem também é um grande actor a verdade seja dita.&lt;br /&gt;Lembro-me de alguns, quem não se lembra do Seven, Jogo de Espiões, As Lendas de Paixão, Quem convidou Jack Black e recentemente com a sua namorada Angelina Jolie Mrs and Mss Smith.&lt;br /&gt;O homem já tem 41 anos!!! Não se nota nada, que bem conservadinho ele está!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18545014-113088654758415330?l=mariacookies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariacookies.blogspot.com/feeds/113088654758415330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18545014&amp;postID=113088654758415330' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18545014/posts/default/113088654758415330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18545014/posts/default/113088654758415330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariacookies.blogspot.com/2005/11/e-assim-se-vai-mais-um.html' title='E assim se vai mais um'/><author><name>mariacookie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00519327290009247873</uri><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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
