<?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-6355481908869335130</id><updated>2012-01-25T20:50:00.534Z</updated><category term='Poems'/><category term='Riddles and Puzzles'/><category term='Random thoughts'/><category term='The Oxford Life'/><title type='text'>Mensagem</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthemessage.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355481908869335130/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthemessage.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355481908869335130/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Morgaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07751981351870808712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bxuvykFBSjM/S46xyjne46I/AAAAAAAAASI/4aJYDy8y21A/S220/disney_characters_minnie_mouse.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>214</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355481908869335130.post-5647528670790119077</id><published>2012-01-24T22:24:00.003Z</published><updated>2012-01-24T22:25:10.597Z</updated><title type='text'>Who's Your Favourite?</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/KWFfDyupGpQ" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6355481908869335130-5647528670790119077?l=behindthemessage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthemessage.blogspot.com/feeds/5647528670790119077/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355481908869335130&amp;postID=5647528670790119077' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355481908869335130/posts/default/5647528670790119077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355481908869335130/posts/default/5647528670790119077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthemessage.blogspot.com/2012/01/whos-your-favorite.html' title='Who&apos;s Your Favourite?'/><author><name>Morgaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07751981351870808712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bxuvykFBSjM/S46xyjne46I/AAAAAAAAASI/4aJYDy8y21A/S220/disney_characters_minnie_mouse.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/KWFfDyupGpQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355481908869335130.post-2492937501792764547</id><published>2011-12-26T23:06:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-12-26T23:06:45.385Z</updated><title type='text'>Chase &amp; 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Pitbull'/><author><name>Morgaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07751981351870808712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bxuvykFBSjM/S46xyjne46I/AAAAAAAAASI/4aJYDy8y21A/S220/disney_characters_minnie_mouse.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/C-dvTjK_07c/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355481908869335130.post-7028932880768207213</id><published>2011-12-17T23:13:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-12-17T23:34:58.574Z</updated><title type='text'>Resoluções para o novo ano?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;Isto é do Tumbrl:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 10px; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 10px; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;As Maria  Robinson once said, “Nobody can go back and start a new beginning, but  anyone can start today and make a new ending.”&amp;nbsp; Nothing could be closer  to the truth.&amp;nbsp; But before you can begin this process of transformation  you have to stop doing the things that have been holding you back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;Here are some ideas to get you started:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;li style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;b style="margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;Stop spending time with the wrong people.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;–  Life is too short to spend time with people who suck the happiness out  of you.&amp;nbsp; If someone wants you in their life, they’ll make room for you.&amp;nbsp;  You shouldn’t have to fight for a spot.&amp;nbsp; Never, ever insist yourself to  someone who continuously overlooks your worth.&amp;nbsp; And remember, it’s not  the people that stand by your side when you’re at your best, but the  ones who stand beside you when you’re at your worst that are your true  friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;b style="margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;Stop running from your problems.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;–  Face them head on.&amp;nbsp; No, it won’t be easy.&amp;nbsp; There is no person in the  world capable of flawlessly handling every punch thrown at them.&amp;nbsp; We  aren’t supposed to be able to instantly solve problems.&amp;nbsp; That’s not how  we’re made.&amp;nbsp; In fact, we’re made to get upset, sad, hurt, stumble and  fall.&amp;nbsp; Because that’s the whole purpose of living – to face problems,  learn, adapt, and solve them over the course of time.&amp;nbsp; This is what  ultimately molds us into the person we become.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;b style="margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;Stop lying to yourself.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;–  You can lie to anyone else in the world, but you can’t lie to  yourself.&amp;nbsp; Our lives improve only when we take chances, and the first  and most difficult chance we can take is to be honest with ourselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;b style="margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;Stop putting your own needs on the back burner.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;–  The most painful thing is losing yourself in the process of loving  someone too much, and forgetting that you are special too.&amp;nbsp; Yes, help  others; but help yourself too.&amp;nbsp; If there was ever a moment to follow  your passion and do something that matters to you, that moment is now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;b style="margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;Stop trying to be someone you’re not.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;–  One of the greatest challenges in life is being yourself in a world  that’s trying to make you like&amp;nbsp;everyone else.&amp;nbsp; Someone will always be  prettier, someone will always be smarter, someone will always be  younger, but they will never be you.&amp;nbsp; Don’t change so people will like  you.&amp;nbsp; Be yourself and the right people will love the real you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;b style="margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;Stop trying to hold onto the past.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;– You can’t start the next chapter of your life if you keep re-reading your last one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;b style="margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;Stop being scared to make a mistake.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;–  Doing something and getting it wrong is at least ten times more  productive than doing nothing.&amp;nbsp; Every success has a trail of failures  behind it, and every failure is leading towards success.&amp;nbsp; You end up  regretting the things you did NOT do far more than the things you did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;b style="margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;Stop berating yourself for old mistakes.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;–  We may love the wrong person and cry about the wrong things, but no  matter how things go wrong, one thing is for sure, mistakes help us find  the person and things that are right for us.&amp;nbsp; We all make mistakes,  have struggles, and even regret things in our past.&amp;nbsp; But you are not  your mistakes, you are not your struggles, and you are here NOW with the  power to shape your day and your future.&amp;nbsp; Every single thing that has  ever happened in your life is preparing you for a moment that is yet to  come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;b style="margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;Stop trying to buy happiness.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;–  Many of the things we desire are expensive.&amp;nbsp; But the truth is, the  things that really satisfy us are totally free – love, laughter and  working on our passions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;b style="margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;Stop exclusively looking to others for happiness.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;–  If you’re not happy with who you are on the inside, you won’t be happy  in a long-term relationship with anyone else either.&amp;nbsp; You have to create  stability in your own life first before you can share it with someone  else.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;b style="margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;Stop being idle.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;–  Don’t think too much or you’ll create a problem that wasn’t even there  in the first place.&amp;nbsp; Evaluate situations and take decisive action.&amp;nbsp; You  cannot change what you refuse to confront.&amp;nbsp; Making progress involves  risk.&amp;nbsp; Period!&amp;nbsp; You can’t make it to second base with your foot on  first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;b style="margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;Stop thinking you’re not ready.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;–  Nobody ever feels 100% ready when an opportunity arises.&amp;nbsp; Because most  great opportunities in life force us to grow beyond our comfort zones,  which means we won’t feel totally comfortable at first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;b style="margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;Stop getting involved in relationships for the wrong reasons.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;–  Relationships must be chosen wisely.&amp;nbsp; It’s better to be alone than to  be in bad company.&amp;nbsp; There’s no need to rush.&amp;nbsp; If something is meant to  be, it will happen – in the right time, with the right person, and for  the best reason. Fall in love when you’re ready, not when you’re lonely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;b style="margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;Stop rejecting new relationships just because old ones didn’t work.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;–  In life you’ll realize that there is a purpose for everyone you meet.&amp;nbsp;  Some will test you, some will use you and some will teach you.&amp;nbsp; But most  importantly, some will bring out the best in you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;b style="margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;Stop trying to compete against everyone else.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;–  Don’t worry about what others doing better than you.&amp;nbsp; Concentrate on  beating your own records every day.&amp;nbsp; Success is a battle between YOU and  YOURSELF only.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;b style="margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;Stop being jealous of others.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;–  Jealousy is the art of counting someone else’s blessings instead of  your own.&amp;nbsp; Ask yourself this:&amp;nbsp; “What’s something I have that everyone  wants?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;b style="margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;Stop complaining and feeling sorry for yourself.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;–  Life’s curveballs are thrown for a reason – to shift your path in a  direction that is meant for you.&amp;nbsp; You may not see or understand  everything the moment it happens, and it may be tough.&amp;nbsp; But reflect back  on those negative curveballs thrown at you in the past.&amp;nbsp; You’ll often  see that eventually they led you to a better place, person, state of  mind, or situation.&amp;nbsp; So smile!&amp;nbsp; Let everyone know that today you are a  lot stronger than you were yesterday, and you will be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;b style="margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;Stop holding grudges.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;–  Don’t live your life with hate in your heart.&amp;nbsp; You will end up hurting  yourself more than the people you hate.&amp;nbsp; Forgiveness is not saying,  “What you did to me is okay.”&amp;nbsp; It is saying, “I’m not going to let what  you did to me ruin my happiness forever.”&amp;nbsp; Forgiveness is the answer…  let go, find peace, liberate yourself!&amp;nbsp; And remember, forgiveness is not  just for other people, it’s for you too.&amp;nbsp; If you must, forgive  yourself, move on and try to do better next time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;b style="margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;Stop letting others bring you down to their level.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;– Refuse to lower your standards to accommodate those who refuse to raise theirs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;b style="margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;Stop wasting time explaining yourself to others.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;– Your friends don’t need it and your enemies won’t believe it anyway.&amp;nbsp; Just do what you know in your heart is right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;b style="margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;Stop doing the same things over and over without taking a break.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;–  The time to take a deep breath is when you don’t have time for it.&amp;nbsp; If  you keep doing what you’re doing, you’ll keep getting what you’re  getting.&amp;nbsp; Sometimes you need to distance yourself to see things clearly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;b style="margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;Stop overlooking the beauty of small moments.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;–  Enjoy the little things, because one day you may look back and discover  they were the big things.&amp;nbsp; The best portion of your life will be the  small, nameless moments you spend smiling with someone who matters to  you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;b style="margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;Stop trying to make things perfect.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;– The real world doesn’t reward perfectionists, it rewards people who get things done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;b style="margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;Stop following the path of least resistance.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;–  Life is not easy, especially when you plan on achieving something  worthwhile.&amp;nbsp; Don’t take the easy way out.&amp;nbsp; Do something extraordinary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;b style="margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;Stop acting like everything is fine if it isn’t.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;–  It’s okay to fall apart for a little while.&amp;nbsp; You don’t always have to  pretend to be strong, and there is no need to constantly prove that  everything is going well.&amp;nbsp; You shouldn’t be concerned with what other  people are thinking either – cry if you need to – it’s healthy to shed  your tears.&amp;nbsp; The sooner you do, the sooner you will be able to smile  again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;b style="margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;Stop blaming others for your troubles.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;–  The extent to which you can achieve your dreams depends on the extent  to which you take responsibility for your life.&amp;nbsp; When you blame others  for what you’re going through, you deny responsibility – you give others  power over that part of your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;b style="margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;Stop trying to be everything to everyone.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;–  Doing so is impossible, and trying will only burn you out.&amp;nbsp; But making  one person smile CAN change the world.&amp;nbsp; Maybe not the whole world, but  their world.&amp;nbsp; So narrow your focus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;b style="margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;Stop worrying so much.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;–  Worry will not strip tomorrow of its burdens, it will strip today of  its joy.&amp;nbsp; One way to check if something is worth mulling over is to ask  yourself this question: “Will this matter in one year’s time?&amp;nbsp; Three  years?&amp;nbsp; Five years?”&amp;nbsp; If not, then it’s not worth worrying about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;b style="margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;Stop focusing on what you don’t want to happen.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;–  Focus on what you do want to happen.&amp;nbsp; Positive thinking is at the  forefront of every great success story.&amp;nbsp; If you awake every morning with  the thought that something wonderful will happen in your life today,  and you pay close attention, you’ll often find that you’re right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="margin-bottom: 0px ! important; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;b style="margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;Stop being ungrateful.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;–  No matter how good or bad you have it, wake up each day thankful for  your life.&amp;nbsp; Someone somewhere else is desperately fighting for theirs.&amp;nbsp;  Instead of thinking about what you’re missing, try thinking about what  you have that everyone else is missing.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/vEZDP_NVklc" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6355481908869335130-7028932880768207213?l=behindthemessage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthemessage.blogspot.com/feeds/7028932880768207213/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355481908869335130&amp;postID=7028932880768207213' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355481908869335130/posts/default/7028932880768207213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355481908869335130/posts/default/7028932880768207213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthemessage.blogspot.com/2011/12/resolucoes-para-o-novo-ano.html' title='Resoluções para o novo ano?'/><author><name>Morgaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07751981351870808712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bxuvykFBSjM/S46xyjne46I/AAAAAAAAASI/4aJYDy8y21A/S220/disney_characters_minnie_mouse.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/vEZDP_NVklc/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355481908869335130.post-6404341230787185204</id><published>2011-12-12T23:23:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-12-12T23:23:08.137Z</updated><title type='text'>David Guetta - Without You ft. Usher</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/jUe8uoKdHao" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6355481908869335130-6404341230787185204?l=behindthemessage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthemessage.blogspot.com/feeds/6404341230787185204/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355481908869335130&amp;postID=6404341230787185204' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355481908869335130/posts/default/6404341230787185204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355481908869335130/posts/default/6404341230787185204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthemessage.blogspot.com/2011/12/david-guetta-without-you-ft-usher.html' title='David Guetta - Without You ft. Usher'/><author><name>Morgaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07751981351870808712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bxuvykFBSjM/S46xyjne46I/AAAAAAAAASI/4aJYDy8y21A/S220/disney_characters_minnie_mouse.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/jUe8uoKdHao/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355481908869335130.post-8377370744031505432</id><published>2011-11-30T17:52:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-11-30T17:53:27.966Z</updated><title type='text'>We Found Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/6I3kgbBp6PY" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6355481908869335130-8377370744031505432?l=behindthemessage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthemessage.blogspot.com/feeds/8377370744031505432/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355481908869335130&amp;postID=8377370744031505432' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355481908869335130/posts/default/8377370744031505432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355481908869335130/posts/default/8377370744031505432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthemessage.blogspot.com/2011/11/we-found-love.html' title='We Found Love'/><author><name>Morgaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07751981351870808712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bxuvykFBSjM/S46xyjne46I/AAAAAAAAASI/4aJYDy8y21A/S220/disney_characters_minnie_mouse.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/6I3kgbBp6PY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355481908869335130.post-2214430810878273706</id><published>2011-11-27T17:41:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-11-29T11:45:59.278Z</updated><title type='text'>Parabéns a Você</title><content type='html'>Na quinta-feira fui a uma festa de anos de um amigo Erasmus da Polónia e quando chegou a parte de apagar as velas cantámos-lhe os "Parabéns a Você" em todas as línguas das pessoas que estavam presentes: espanhol, inglês, polaco, português, alemão e finlandês. Achei muito curioso o facto de tirando o finlandês (acho), e o português (tirando a parte do início), a música era a mesma, mas traduzida. O ritmo era igual em todas, e apesar de não perceber o que diziam em polaco ou alemão percebia que era sempre o mesmo verso, como no inglês "Happy Birthday to you" que se repete ou no espanhol "Cumpleaños Feliz" que também se repete.&lt;br /&gt;Estranho, não é? Parece que cada língua originalmente não cantava os parabéns e que mais tarde adoptou esse costume a e traduziu a música de uma das línguas que sim cantava, não sei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit: Na verdade já sei: http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Parab%C3%A9ns_a_Voc%C3%AA &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://encrypted-tbn3.google.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTD9rxPHIgK-1I56wm77sQht7ku0Yn-coswUwvbhwjm5Wzrm-Rp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="219" src="https://encrypted-tbn3.google.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTD9rxPHIgK-1I56wm77sQht7ku0Yn-coswUwvbhwjm5Wzrm-Rp" width="230" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6355481908869335130-2214430810878273706?l=behindthemessage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthemessage.blogspot.com/feeds/2214430810878273706/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355481908869335130&amp;postID=2214430810878273706' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355481908869335130/posts/default/2214430810878273706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355481908869335130/posts/default/2214430810878273706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthemessage.blogspot.com/2011/11/parabens-voce.html' title='Parabéns a Você'/><author><name>Morgaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07751981351870808712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bxuvykFBSjM/S46xyjne46I/AAAAAAAAASI/4aJYDy8y21A/S220/disney_characters_minnie_mouse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355481908869335130.post-948790577937338295</id><published>2011-10-31T01:55:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-10-31T01:55:40.380Z</updated><title type='text'>Michel Teló - Ai Se Eu Te Pego</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/hcm55lU9knw" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6355481908869335130-948790577937338295?l=behindthemessage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthemessage.blogspot.com/feeds/948790577937338295/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355481908869335130&amp;postID=948790577937338295' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355481908869335130/posts/default/948790577937338295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355481908869335130/posts/default/948790577937338295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthemessage.blogspot.com/2011/10/michel-telo-ai-se-eu-te-pego.html' title='Michel Teló - Ai Se Eu Te Pego'/><author><name>Morgaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07751981351870808712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bxuvykFBSjM/S46xyjne46I/AAAAAAAAASI/4aJYDy8y21A/S220/disney_characters_minnie_mouse.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/hcm55lU9knw/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355481908869335130.post-1361595919506691119</id><published>2011-10-12T13:36:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T14:20:53.513+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tirar o curso noutro país da UE?</title><content type='html'>Estava a ler o forum do exames.org sobre estudar no estrangeiro (http://www.exames.org/index.php?option=com_jfusion&amp;amp;Itemid=56&amp;amp;jfile=viewtopic.php&amp;amp;f=103&amp;amp;t=22467&amp;amp;start=375) e dei com isto:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Os preços das propinas que ai estão representados são para os alunos  estrangeiros. Para os alunos locais as faculdades aplicam a propina  normal, ou ausente nalguns casos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tecnicamente qualquer  universidade da UE tem de exigir aos alunos europeus os mesmos valores  de propinas que aplica aos alunos locais. No entanto estas universidades  esticam-se e estipulam valores astronómicos, em nada representativo do  custo real do curso, para se auto-financiarem para lá do que o estado  garante. Curiosamente há faculdades a cobrar + de 10 k por ano onde os  próprios professores não ganham mais do que 500 €/mês! &lt;br /&gt;As faculdades só podem exigir valores surreais a alunos não-europeus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os únicos países que têm cumprido a lei comunitária são os da Europa de oeste (espanha, inglaterra, frança, alemanha etc)."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="postbody"&gt;"Pois é isso que tenho visto...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ora, sendo cá 1000 por ano +-, ainda não encontrei nada aí na europa que seja entre 1000-2000€..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;"Na europa de leste não vais encontrar, a tendência é para toda a Europa  de leste atingir os valores da R. Checa (13 k ano). A Hungria está mais  ou menos nesses valores para medicina, para farmácia aplica valores um  pouco mais baixos (mas não muito).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma vez até me cruzei com o  decreto lei europeu que mostra o quão discriminados os alunos europeus  estão a ser nas univs de leste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basicamente nas universidades de  leste tens a secção inglesa, francesa ou alema, com propinas estúpidas e  qualidade contestada oficialmente nalguns estados-membro. Sinceramente  não acredito que haja uma diferença assim tão grande, mas a França já  manifestou a publicamente a intenção de não reconhecer as secções  francesas de alguns cursos (o que não sei se pode fazer visto que  estamos na UE). Depois tens a secção de língua local, onde para entrar a  competição é elevada (tal como aqui), e onde não se pagam virtualmente  propinas."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="st"&gt;¡&lt;/span&gt;Qué fuerte! É nestas alturas que uma pessoa valoriza o facto de estar a estudar em Espanha, ou na Inglaterra, não é Anjali? =) 10.000 euros/ano, realmente passam-se por esses lados! E pior que esses países da Europa de Leste são os E.U.A. que também têm propinas realmente astronómicas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6355481908869335130-1361595919506691119?l=behindthemessage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthemessage.blogspot.com/feeds/1361595919506691119/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355481908869335130&amp;postID=1361595919506691119' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355481908869335130/posts/default/1361595919506691119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355481908869335130/posts/default/1361595919506691119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthemessage.blogspot.com/2011/10/tirar-o-curso-noutro-pais-da-ue.html' title='Tirar o curso noutro país da UE?'/><author><name>Morgaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07751981351870808712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bxuvykFBSjM/S46xyjne46I/AAAAAAAAASI/4aJYDy8y21A/S220/disney_characters_minnie_mouse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355481908869335130.post-3726522930671988824</id><published>2011-10-12T13:16:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T13:16:33.444+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Medidas anti-crise</title><content type='html'>Recebi um email interessante, que colei aqui...e porque é que nas medidas que a Troika impôs no nosso país estas não vêm incluídas? E no entanto corta-se no mais essencial, o direito das pessoas à Educação e à Saúde, exactamente aquilo que nunca se deve tocar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h4&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;"Nenhum governante fala em:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Reduzir as mordomias (gabinetes, secretárias, adjuntos, assessores,     suportes burocráticos respectivos, carros, motoristas, etc.) dos três     ex-Presidentes da República.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Redução do número de deputados da Assembleia da República para 80,     profissionalizando-os como nos países a sério. Reforma das mordomias na     Assembleia da República, como almoços opíparos, com digestivos e outras     libações, tudo à custa do pagode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Acabar com centenas de Institutos Públicos e Fundações Públicas que não     servem para nada e, têm funcionários e administradores com 2º e 3º emprego.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Acabar com as empresas Municipais, com Administradores a auferir     milhares de euro/mês e que não servem para nada, antes, acumulam funções     nos municípios, para aumentarem o bolo salarial respectivo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Por exemplo as empresas de estacionamento não são verificadas porquê? E     os aparelhos não são verificados porquê? É como um táxi, se uns têm de     cumprir porque não cumprem os outros? e se não são verificados como podem     ser auditados?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Redução drástica das Câmaras Municipais e Assembleias Municipais, numa     reconversão mais feroz que a da Reforma do Mouzinho da Silveira, em 1821.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Redução drástica das Juntas de Freguesia. Acabar com o pagamento de 200     euros por presença de cada pessoa nas reuniões das Câmaras e 75 euros nas     Juntas de Freguesia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Acabar com o Financiamento aos partidos, que devem viver da quotização     dos seus associados e da imaginação que aos outros exigem, para conseguirem     verbas para as suas actividades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Acabar com a distribuição de carros a Presidentes, Assessores, etc, das     Câmaras, Juntas, etc., que se deslocam em digressões particulares pelo     País;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Acabar com os motoristas particulares 20 h/dia, com o agravamento das     horas extraordinárias... para servir suas excelências, filhos e famílias e     até, os filhos das amantes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Acabar com a renovação sistemática de frotas de carros do Estado e     entes públicos menores, mas maiores nos dispêndios públicos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Colocar chapas de identificação em todos os carros do Estado. Não     permitir de modo algum que carros oficiais façam serviço particular tal     como levar e trazer familiares e filhos, às escolas, ir ao mercado a     compras, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Acabar com o vaivém semanal dos deputados dos Açores e Madeira e     respectivas estadias em Lisboa em hotéis de cinco estrelas pagos pelos     contribuintes que vivem em tugúrios inabitáveis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Controlar o pessoal da Função Pública (todos os funcionários  pagos por     nós) que nunca está no local de trabalho. Então em Lisboa é o  regabofe     total. HÁ QUADROS (directores gerais e outros) QUE, EM VEZ DE  ESTAREM     NO SERVIÇO PÚBLICO, PASSAM O TEMPO NOS SEUS ESCRITÓRIOS DE  ADVOGADOS A     CUIDAR DOS SEUS INTERESSES, QUE NÃO NOS DÁ COISA PÚBLICA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Acabar com as administrações numerosíssimas de hospitais públicos que     servem para garantir tachos aos apaniguados do poder - há hospitais de     província com mais administradores que pessoal administrativo. Só o de     PENAFIEL TEM SETE ADMINISTRADORES PRINCIPESCAMENTE PAGOS... pertencentes ás     oligarquias locais do partido no poder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Acabar com os milhares de pareceres jurídicos, caríssimos, pagos sempre     aos mesmos escritórios que têm canais de comunicação fáceis com o Governo,     no âmbito de um tráfico de influências que há que criminalizar, autuar,     julgar e condenar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Acabar com as várias reformas por pessoa, de entre o pessoal do Estado     e entidades privadas, que passaram fugazmente pelo Estado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Pedir o pagamento dos milhões dos empréstimos dos contribuintes ao BPN     e BPP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Perseguir os milhões desviados por Rendeiros, Loureiros e Quejandos,     onde quer que estejam e por aí fora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Acabar com os salários milionários da RTP e os milhões que a mesma     recebe todos os anos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Acabar com os lugares de amigos e de partidos na RTP que custam milhões     ao erário público.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Acabar com os ordenados de milionários da TAP, com milhares de     funcionários e empresas fantasmas que cobram milhares e que pertencem a     quadros do Partido Único (PS + PSD).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Assim e desta forma, Sr. Ministro das Finanças, recuperaremos depressa     a nossa posição e sobretudo, a credibilidade tão abalada pela corrupção que     grassa e pelo desvario dos dinheiros do Estado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Acabar com o regabofe da pantomina das PPP (Parcerias Público Privado),     que mais não são do que formas habilidosas de uns poucos patifes se     locupletarem com fortunas à custa dos papalvos dos contribuintes, fugindo     ao controle seja de que organismo independente for e fazendo a     "obra" pelo preço que "entendem".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Criminalizar, imediatamente, o enriquecimento ilícito, perseguindo,     confiscando e punindo os biltres que fizeram fortunas e adquiriram     patrimónios de forma indevida e à custa do País, manipulando e aumentando     preços de empreitadas públicas, desviando dinheiros segundo esquemas     pretensamente "legais", sem controlo, e vivendo à tripa forra à     custa dos dinheiros que deveriam servir para o progresso do país e para a     assistência aos que efectivamente dela precisam;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Controlar rigorosamente toda a actividade bancária por forma a que,     daqui a mais uns anitos, não tenhamos que estar, novamente, a pagar     "outra crise".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Não deixar um único malfeitor de colarinho branco impune, fazendo com     que paguem efectivamente pelos seus crimes, adaptando o nosso sistema de     justiça a padrões civilizados, onde as escutas VALEM e os crimes não     prescrevem com leis à pressa, feitas à medida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Impedir os que foram ministros de virem a ser gestores de empresas que     tenham beneficiado de fundos públicos ou de adjudicações decididas pelos     ditos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Fazer um levantamento geral e minucioso de todos os que ocuparam cargos     políticos, central e local, de forma a saber qual o seu património antes e     depois.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Pôr os Bancos a pagar impostos."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6355481908869335130-3726522930671988824?l=behindthemessage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthemessage.blogspot.com/feeds/3726522930671988824/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355481908869335130&amp;postID=3726522930671988824' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355481908869335130/posts/default/3726522930671988824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355481908869335130/posts/default/3726522930671988824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthemessage.blogspot.com/2011/10/medidas-anti-crise.html' title='Medidas anti-crise'/><author><name>Morgaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07751981351870808712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bxuvykFBSjM/S46xyjne46I/AAAAAAAAASI/4aJYDy8y21A/S220/disney_characters_minnie_mouse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355481908869335130.post-8706148630886479962</id><published>2011-09-17T00:04:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T00:13:58.043+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Exames Universitários - Parte II</title><content type='html'>Acabei a minha última época de exames em Setembro e sinto-me realmente frustrada.&lt;br /&gt;A minha conclusão destes últimos exames é que na minha faculdade não se valoriza o conhecimento, ou conhecimento que realmente interessa. Valoriza-se isso sim, a estratégia, a esperteza saloia e o trabalho em equipa para roubar perguntas e partilhar exames.&lt;br /&gt;Quando uma pessoa estuda para uma cadeira seja semestral, seja anual vai ter de seleccionar o que é que tem mesmo de saber de memória, o que é que daqueles milhares de slides, apontamentos e livros é realmente importante, não? Porque a não ser que o uma pessoa não faça mais nada que não seja estudar todo o dia a todas as horas, é impossível empinar tudo (ou pelo menos no meu curso especificamente, e saliento que sou pré-bolonha). Mas parece que entre mim e os meus professores há uma grande diferença entre o que é importante e o que não é, porque acontece muitas vezes, que o que eles perguntam é&amp;nbsp; aquele pormenorzinho que não interessa a ninguém da forma mais rebuscada possível ou que disseram uma vez numa aula e que se uma pessoa não foi ou não escreveu nos apontamentos não o poderia saber de outro sítio.&lt;br /&gt;Como se isso não fosse suficiente, são exames que chamam a uma pessoa burra por outra razão extra. Porque depois descobre-se que havia determinadas pessoas que roubaram exames ao longo do ano nas frequências e na revisão destas e que conhecem gente de outros anos que fez o mesmo estudam as perguntas e tiram 20!&lt;br /&gt;E não estou a exagerar, porque a minha colega de casa que está um ano à minha frente estudou para um único exame agora, o único para que se matou a estudar e teve explicações ao longo do Verão, e chumbou e depois para os outros dois exames memorizou unicamente as perguntas que tinha roubado das frequências e dos exames finais em Junho, as perguntas foram todas repetidas e ela teve 20 aos dois!! E para um deles nem se deu ao trabalho de as memorizar, pô-lo no telemóvel (daqueles touch) e ia passando a página.&lt;br /&gt;E os outros parvos que andaram a estudar, a aprender realmente, aparece-lhes estas perguntas rebuscadísimas e tiram 10 ou lhes corre mal e chumbam? E os outros que passaram ao longo do ano, que sabem muito mais sobre essa matéria e se esforçaram e ficam com uma nota tão abaixo?&lt;br /&gt;Afinal o que é que estamos a valorar? &lt;b&gt;Quem quer aprender ou quem não se esforça?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Também me parece interessante salientar o facto de pessoas que vez as notas e têm uma média de 15, 16, bastante boa e pensas que devem ser bastante trabalhadores, esforçados, estudiosos e como sou tão ingénua, honestos e logo descobres que levam sempre cábulas, copiam, fazem os exames em conjunto e muitas vezes tinham exames antigos. Que é o caso da grande maioria dos supostos geniozinhos. Mas desses há poucos. E afinal a diferença não é que um seja mais burro ou menos estudioso, é que uns somos honestos e outros não, é só isso. E quando essa se torna a diferença em determinadas cadeiras entre chumbar ou não é de realmente pensar se não devemos deixar de ser parvos, estar atentos e não nos limitar-nos a querer "aprender"&lt;b&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6355481908869335130-8706148630886479962?l=behindthemessage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthemessage.blogspot.com/feeds/8706148630886479962/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355481908869335130&amp;postID=8706148630886479962' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355481908869335130/posts/default/8706148630886479962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355481908869335130/posts/default/8706148630886479962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthemessage.blogspot.com/2011/09/exames-universitarios.html' title='Exames Universitários - Parte II'/><author><name>Morgaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07751981351870808712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bxuvykFBSjM/S46xyjne46I/AAAAAAAAASI/4aJYDy8y21A/S220/disney_characters_minnie_mouse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355481908869335130.post-2798431964474227143</id><published>2011-09-02T19:44:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-02T19:45:17.024+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Love/Medo de Amar</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="345" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/0E9JkNfjgdU" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="345" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/17TXL5tszSU" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vi agora no youtube e achei&amp;nbsp; muito gira. É da Ana Free e Claus e Vanessa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6355481908869335130-2798431964474227143?l=behindthemessage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthemessage.blogspot.com/feeds/2798431964474227143/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355481908869335130&amp;postID=2798431964474227143' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355481908869335130/posts/default/2798431964474227143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355481908869335130/posts/default/2798431964474227143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthemessage.blogspot.com/2011/09/summer-lovemedo-de-amar.html' title='Summer Love/Medo de Amar'/><author><name>Morgaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07751981351870808712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bxuvykFBSjM/S46xyjne46I/AAAAAAAAASI/4aJYDy8y21A/S220/disney_characters_minnie_mouse.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/0E9JkNfjgdU/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355481908869335130.post-6011073210762377987</id><published>2011-09-01T20:32:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T20:32:53.619+01:00</updated><title type='text'>New Boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="345" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/FdeioVndUhs" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6355481908869335130-6011073210762377987?l=behindthemessage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthemessage.blogspot.com/feeds/6011073210762377987/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355481908869335130&amp;postID=6011073210762377987' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355481908869335130/posts/default/6011073210762377987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355481908869335130/posts/default/6011073210762377987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthemessage.blogspot.com/2011/09/new-boy.html' title='New Boy'/><author><name>Morgaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07751981351870808712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bxuvykFBSjM/S46xyjne46I/AAAAAAAAASI/4aJYDy8y21A/S220/disney_characters_minnie_mouse.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/FdeioVndUhs/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355481908869335130.post-8695874466055270444</id><published>2011-08-21T12:01:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T12:03:56.075+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sra Doutora</title><content type='html'>Eu não sei Maria, mas acho que esta vais ser tu: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bkbCr9beMeY/SkAAaSBaSPI/AAAAAAAAAB0/XzrmOSotZg4/s320/clipart+medical+doctor+cartoon.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bkbCr9beMeY/SkAAaSBaSPI/AAAAAAAAAB0/XzrmOSotZg4/s320/clipart+medical+doctor+cartoon.jpg" width="174" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.acclaimclipart.com/free_clipart_images/lady_doctor_occupation_icon_0515-1001-3118-4601_SM.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://www.acclaimclipart.com/free_clipart_images/lady_doctor_occupation_icon_0515-1001-3118-4601_SM.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas o teu estetoscópio vai ter uma cor mais gira!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;) Boa Sorte!!! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6355481908869335130-8695874466055270444?l=behindthemessage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthemessage.blogspot.com/feeds/8695874466055270444/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355481908869335130&amp;postID=8695874466055270444' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355481908869335130/posts/default/8695874466055270444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355481908869335130/posts/default/8695874466055270444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthemessage.blogspot.com/2011/08/sra-doutora.html' title='Sra Doutora'/><author><name>Morgaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07751981351870808712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bxuvykFBSjM/S46xyjne46I/AAAAAAAAASI/4aJYDy8y21A/S220/disney_characters_minnie_mouse.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bkbCr9beMeY/SkAAaSBaSPI/AAAAAAAAAB0/XzrmOSotZg4/s72-c/clipart+medical+doctor+cartoon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355481908869335130.post-6425126166718000030</id><published>2011-08-07T23:51:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-07T23:52:16.853+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Para refletir</title><content type='html'>"Quem não te procura, não sente a tua falta. Quem não sente a tua falta, não te ama. O destino determina quem entra na tua vida, mas tu decides quem fica nela. A verdade dói só uma vez. A mentira cada vez que te lembras. Então, valoriza quem te valoriza e não trates como prioridade quem te trata como opção..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6355481908869335130-6425126166718000030?l=behindthemessage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthemessage.blogspot.com/feeds/6425126166718000030/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355481908869335130&amp;postID=6425126166718000030' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355481908869335130/posts/default/6425126166718000030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355481908869335130/posts/default/6425126166718000030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthemessage.blogspot.com/2011/08/para-refletir.html' title='Para refletir'/><author><name>Morgaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07751981351870808712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bxuvykFBSjM/S46xyjne46I/AAAAAAAAASI/4aJYDy8y21A/S220/disney_characters_minnie_mouse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355481908869335130.post-2401894816560562347</id><published>2011-05-24T01:42:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-24T01:46:58.362+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I Agree!</title><content type='html'>Li esta frase noutro blog e gostei muito, acho que é totalmente verdade:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People think that a liar gains a victory over his victim. What I've learned is that a lie is an act of self-abdication, because one surrenders one's reality to the person to whom one lies, making that person one's master, condemning oneself from then on to faking the sort of reality that person's view requires to be faked. And if one gains the immediate purpose of the lie - &lt;b&gt;the price one pays is the destruction of that which was intended to serve&lt;/b&gt;. The man who lies to the world, is the world's slave from then on. - Ayn Rand (1905 - 1982)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looooove it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Odeio que me mintam e ultimamente há algumas pessoas que o têm feito comigo repetidamente. Uma mensagem aos mentirosos que por aí andam: As pessoas não são parvas! E não é por pensarem que a mentira colou que de facto o fez. Aliás o que acontece é que as pessoas simplesmente deixam de confiar no que vocês dizem. E como diz o ditado, mais depressa se apanha um mentiroso do que um coxo. E é bem verdade.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6355481908869335130-2401894816560562347?l=behindthemessage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthemessage.blogspot.com/feeds/2401894816560562347/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355481908869335130&amp;postID=2401894816560562347' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355481908869335130/posts/default/2401894816560562347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355481908869335130/posts/default/2401894816560562347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthemessage.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-agree.html' title='I Agree!'/><author><name>Morgaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07751981351870808712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bxuvykFBSjM/S46xyjne46I/AAAAAAAAASI/4aJYDy8y21A/S220/disney_characters_minnie_mouse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355481908869335130.post-915609687887349333</id><published>2011-04-22T20:52:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T20:52:08.988+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Best of a Normal Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="640" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/iQ-Nw8RAn_U" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6355481908869335130-915609687887349333?l=behindthemessage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthemessage.blogspot.com/feeds/915609687887349333/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355481908869335130&amp;postID=915609687887349333' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355481908869335130/posts/default/915609687887349333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355481908869335130/posts/default/915609687887349333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthemessage.blogspot.com/2011/04/best-of-normal-day.html' title='Best of a Normal Day'/><author><name>Morgaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07751981351870808712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bxuvykFBSjM/S46xyjne46I/AAAAAAAAASI/4aJYDy8y21A/S220/disney_characters_minnie_mouse.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/iQ-Nw8RAn_U/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355481908869335130.post-7943560191417408393</id><published>2011-04-22T20:40:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T20:43:44.341+01:00</updated><title type='text'>NotodoFilmFest</title><content type='html'>Maria, este post é para ti! :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Notodofilmfest é um festival de curtas metragens na Internet: http://www.notodofilmfest.com/#/Home/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estas são duas que eu gostei em particular, a primeira é comédia, chama-se "Los Reyes Magos" e a segunda chama-se "Capicúa"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="640" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/iK3ltugBE2M" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="640" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/emr0RzMPbQk" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6355481908869335130-7943560191417408393?l=behindthemessage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthemessage.blogspot.com/feeds/7943560191417408393/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355481908869335130&amp;postID=7943560191417408393' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355481908869335130/posts/default/7943560191417408393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355481908869335130/posts/default/7943560191417408393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthemessage.blogspot.com/2011/04/notodofilmfest.html' title='NotodoFilmFest'/><author><name>Morgaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07751981351870808712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bxuvykFBSjM/S46xyjne46I/AAAAAAAAASI/4aJYDy8y21A/S220/disney_characters_minnie_mouse.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/iK3ltugBE2M/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355481908869335130.post-8094877470001502666</id><published>2010-12-30T19:57:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-12-30T20:00:40.728Z</updated><title type='text'>Música - Semana 5 - Áurea</title><content type='html'>Olá a todos!&lt;br /&gt;Mais um post então sobre música...ouvi agr algumas musicas do cd desta cantora portuguesa e achei muito boas :) Resolvi então por aqui os videos das 2 musicas mais conhecidas dela. De notar que acho que é a 1ª cantora portuguesa que canta neste registo e q eu gosto a cantar este tipo de musica!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Este é o 1º single do cd:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Hz9cQJFZetI?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Hz9cQJFZetI?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; E uma música que já tinha ouvido mas não sabia que era dela, acho que é mais antiga...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dtzLmtv9v_E?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dtzLmtv9v_E?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&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/6355481908869335130-8094877470001502666?l=behindthemessage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthemessage.blogspot.com/feeds/8094877470001502666/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355481908869335130&amp;postID=8094877470001502666' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355481908869335130/posts/default/8094877470001502666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355481908869335130/posts/default/8094877470001502666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthemessage.blogspot.com/2010/12/musica-semana-5-aurea.html' title='Música - Semana 5 - Áurea'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061373382693979494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.zihnisinir.com/TR/images/dozsya1/maggie-fight.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355481908869335130.post-1848237201601001885</id><published>2010-11-10T21:29:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-11-10T21:29:49.930Z</updated><title type='text'>FlashMob no IST</title><content type='html'>Isto na faculdade n é tudo trabalho xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WWwy738SLYA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WWwy738SLYA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&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/6355481908869335130-1848237201601001885?l=behindthemessage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthemessage.blogspot.com/feeds/1848237201601001885/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355481908869335130&amp;postID=1848237201601001885' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355481908869335130/posts/default/1848237201601001885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355481908869335130/posts/default/1848237201601001885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthemessage.blogspot.com/2010/11/flashmob-no-ist.html' title='FlashMob no IST'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061373382693979494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.zihnisinir.com/TR/images/dozsya1/maggie-fight.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355481908869335130.post-5869940289258359609</id><published>2010-11-04T22:51:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-11-04T23:13:06.079Z</updated><title type='text'>A (very convuluted nd non-sensical) retrospective</title><content type='html'>Hi all,&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for disappearing for so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much has happened since the last time I blogged.&lt;br /&gt;Today I'm just going to be contemplating over the past year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was last October that I moved here and without even wanting to I've changed so much!&lt;br /&gt;It's like my old self got shattered and now I have to learn myself all over again.&lt;br /&gt;Previously, all I could see was life ahead of me. No I turn back and see experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel old. I really do. And drained out&lt;br /&gt;I get that's what comes with not having a regular sleeping pattern ( and severely lacking sleep)for the past few months.&lt;br /&gt;And always have too much in my plate.&lt;br /&gt;It's my own doing and I know I wouldn't be happy if I'm not busy.&lt;br /&gt;But I miss doing silly things.. making a puzzle ( not on the pc, a real one!!), dancing, creating spontaneous 'music'!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had quite a few unexpected hurdles this year. For some reason I thought after climbing a huge mountain, I'd be able to rest,enjoy the freshness of the air. But of course, as soon as you look above, there's another mountain to climb!&lt;br /&gt;I feel I'm no longer in control of my life, or my body. I suppose you can't control it! You can merely direct it in the direction you want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day I'll be someone- that's what I used to tell myself. I just realized that I already AM someone! My actions affect others and I CAN bring change and what I do affects not only my future but others. The words I say can affect someone. I can bring happiness and misery, but I can control that.&lt;br /&gt;I'm an adult now. And the future we all talk about since we are 10 is TODAY. If you have dreams, make them happen because it's now or never!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anjali&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I realize what I have written probably makes no sense whatsoever. I got distracted several times and to be frank, I don't make sense right now so you've just read me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6355481908869335130-5869940289258359609?l=behindthemessage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthemessage.blogspot.com/feeds/5869940289258359609/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355481908869335130&amp;postID=5869940289258359609' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355481908869335130/posts/default/5869940289258359609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355481908869335130/posts/default/5869940289258359609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthemessage.blogspot.com/2010/11/retrospective.html' title='A (very convuluted nd non-sensical) retrospective'/><author><name>Anjali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17618415279328328097</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-6355481908869335130.post-3764314602134974272</id><published>2010-10-30T23:38:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T23:40:09.653+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Els Pets - Bon Día</title><content type='html'>E já agora também vos deixo uma música catalã, "Bon Día" =) Daquelas para começar bem o dia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4HxXlkniMn8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4HxXlkniMn8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La vella montserrat, desperta el barri&lt;br /&gt;A cops d'escombra tot cantant,&lt;br /&gt;Les primeres persianes, sobren feixugues badallant.&lt;br /&gt;Rere el vidre entelat, el cafeter assegura que no era penal&lt;br /&gt;I es desfà la conversa igual que el sucre del tallat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bon dia, ningú ho ha demanat però fa bon dia,&lt;br /&gt;Damunt els caps un sol ben insolent&lt;br /&gt;Il.lumina descarat tot l'espectacle de la gent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Al bell mig de la plaça&lt;br /&gt;La peixetera pren paciència amb la consol&lt;br /&gt;Que remuga i regala&lt;br /&gt;Grans bafarades d'alcohol.&lt;br /&gt;I al pedrís reposant&lt;br /&gt;L'avi josep no es deixa perdre cap detall&lt;br /&gt;I amb esguard es pregunta&lt;br /&gt;Quants dies més té de regal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bon dia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nens xisclant, olor a pixum de gat,&lt;br /&gt;Veïnes que un cop has passat et critiquen.&lt;br /&gt;Gent llençant la brossa d'amagat&lt;br /&gt;I un retardat que amb ulls burletes et mira&lt;br /&gt;I diu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bon dia...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6355481908869335130-3764314602134974272?l=behindthemessage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthemessage.blogspot.com/feeds/3764314602134974272/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355481908869335130&amp;postID=3764314602134974272' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355481908869335130/posts/default/3764314602134974272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355481908869335130/posts/default/3764314602134974272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthemessage.blogspot.com/2010/10/e-ja-agora-tambem-vos-deixo-uma-musica.html' title='Els Pets - Bon Día'/><author><name>Morgaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07751981351870808712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bxuvykFBSjM/S46xyjne46I/AAAAAAAAASI/4aJYDy8y21A/S220/disney_characters_minnie_mouse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355481908869335130.post-6894785414371072782</id><published>2010-10-30T23:31:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T23:55:36.671+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ken zazpi - Ilargia</title><content type='html'>Esta música é das poucas músicas bascas que conheço, é do grupo Ken Zazpi e chama-se "Lua". Segundo a minha companheira de casa, que é do país basco, foi a música que marcou a geração dela. Eu acho super bonita, aqui fica, a ver se entendem alguma coisa ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Rec9nKNpjoI?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Rec9nKNpjoI?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umas curiosidade, em basco não existe a letra "c" ou "y", por exemplo. E a conjunção "e" é "eta", por isso não estranhem quando lá forem ouvirem toda a gente falar em eta, uma vez que eta, para além do grupo terrorista também significa "and" e lá não há discussões políticas em público, cafés, etc, nem entre amigos, por precaução.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6355481908869335130-6894785414371072782?l=behindthemessage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthemessage.blogspot.com/feeds/6894785414371072782/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355481908869335130&amp;postID=6894785414371072782' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355481908869335130/posts/default/6894785414371072782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355481908869335130/posts/default/6894785414371072782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthemessage.blogspot.com/2010/10/ken-zazpi-ilargia.html' title='Ken zazpi - Ilargia'/><author><name>Morgaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07751981351870808712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bxuvykFBSjM/S46xyjne46I/AAAAAAAAASI/4aJYDy8y21A/S220/disney_characters_minnie_mouse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355481908869335130.post-7476319469819007687</id><published>2010-10-25T17:39:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T17:42:42.363+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Todos precisamos de ler estas frases de vez em quando</title><content type='html'>É assim que se pensa positivo!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que é de facto significativo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O filho que muitas vezes não limpa o quarto e fica a ver televisão, significa que...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Está em casa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A desordem que tenho de limpar depois de uma festa, significa que...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Estivemos rodeados de familiares e amigos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não encontro estacionamento, significa que....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Tenho carro!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As queixas que escuto acerca do governo, significam que...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Tenho liberdade de expressão!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O trabalho que tenho em limpar a casa, significa que...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Tenho uma casa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As roupas que estão apertadas, significa que...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Tenho mais do que o suficiente para comer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os gritos das crianças, significam que...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Posso ouvir!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O despertador que me acorda todas as manhãs, significa que...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Estou vivo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O cansaço no final do dia, significa que...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Posso trabalhar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QUANDO PENSARES QUE A VIDA TE CORRE MAL...&lt;br /&gt;LÊ OUTRA VEZ ESTA MENSAGEM!!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(e por mais que esteja a correr mal, pode sempre piorar...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6355481908869335130-7476319469819007687?l=behindthemessage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthemessage.blogspot.com/feeds/7476319469819007687/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355481908869335130&amp;postID=7476319469819007687' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355481908869335130/posts/default/7476319469819007687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355481908869335130/posts/default/7476319469819007687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthemessage.blogspot.com/2010/10/todos-precisamos-de-ler-estas-frases-de.html' title='Todos precisamos de ler estas frases de vez em quando'/><author><name>Morgaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07751981351870808712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bxuvykFBSjM/S46xyjne46I/AAAAAAAAASI/4aJYDy8y21A/S220/disney_characters_minnie_mouse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355481908869335130.post-2144565207446556772</id><published>2010-10-17T19:57:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T20:00:23.615+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog Action Day - Water</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="change_BottomBar"&gt;&lt;span id="change_Powered"&gt;Change.org&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a&gt;|&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span id="change_Start"&gt;Start &lt;a href="http://www.change.org/petition" target="_blank"&gt;Petition&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://www.change.org/widgets/content/petition_scroller_js?width=200&amp;causes=all&amp;color=00B1FF&amp;partner=1654-164"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why Water?&lt;br /&gt;Right now, almost a billion people on the planet don’t have access to clean, safe drinking water. That’s one in eight of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unsafe water and lack of basic sanitation cause 80% of diseases and kill more people every year than all forms of violence, including war. Children are especially vulnerable, as their bodies aren't strong enough to fight diarrhea, dysentery and other illnesses. The UN predicts that one tenth of the global disease burden can be prevented simply by improving water supply and sanitation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, water moves beyond just a human rights issue. It’s an environmental issue, an animal welfare issue, a sustainability issue. Water is a global issue, deserving a global conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/15336764" width="400" height="225" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/15336764"&gt;Blog Action Day 2010: Water&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user4794408"&gt;Blog Action Day&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6355481908869335130-2144565207446556772?l=behindthemessage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthemessage.blogspot.com/feeds/2144565207446556772/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355481908869335130&amp;postID=2144565207446556772' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355481908869335130/posts/default/2144565207446556772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355481908869335130/posts/default/2144565207446556772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthemessage.blogspot.com/2010/10/blog-action-day-water.html' title='Blog Action Day - Water'/><author><name>Morgaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07751981351870808712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bxuvykFBSjM/S46xyjne46I/AAAAAAAAASI/4aJYDy8y21A/S220/disney_characters_minnie_mouse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355481908869335130.post-182873845506560888</id><published>2010-09-15T22:59:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T23:09:12.457+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Música - Semana 4 - Nikki Yanofsky</title><content type='html'>A Nikki Yanofsky tem 16 anos e tornou-se já numa das maiores cantoras canadianas. Já actuou em inúmeros festivais e foi a cantora mais nova a actuar no Montreal International Jazz Festival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Lançou o seu primeiro album "Nikki" no início do ano e a música I Believe foi a música dos Jogos Olímpicos de Invero, espero que gostem :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Aqui têm a música "I Believe"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vrCA0HK-yO0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vrCA0HK-yO0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; e um cover da "Don't Know Why"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Iv20KGrjzdc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Iv20KGrjzdc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&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/6355481908869335130-182873845506560888?l=behindthemessage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthemessage.blogspot.com/feeds/182873845506560888/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355481908869335130&amp;postID=182873845506560888' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355481908869335130/posts/default/182873845506560888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355481908869335130/posts/default/182873845506560888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthemessage.blogspot.com/2010/09/musica-semana-4-nikki-yanofsky.html' title='Música - Semana 4 - Nikki Yanofsky'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061373382693979494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.zihnisinir.com/TR/images/dozsya1/maggie-fight.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355481908869335130.post-7747070236168233253</id><published>2010-08-25T15:11:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T15:21:06.494+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sponsored silence</title><content type='html'>Yes, that's right, a sponsored 24 hour silence!&lt;br /&gt;the charity is Engineers Without Borders UK, &lt;a href="http://www.ewb-uk.org/"&gt;http://www.ewb-uk.org/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please help out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.justgiving.com/Ridhi-Kantelal" target="_blank" alt="JustGiving - SPONSOR ME"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.justgiving.com/design/1/images/badges/justgiving_badge5.gif" width="150" height="85" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6355481908869335130-7747070236168233253?l=behindthemessage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='' href='http://www.justgiving.com/Ridhi-Kantelal' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthemessage.blogspot.com/feeds/7747070236168233253/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355481908869335130&amp;postID=7747070236168233253' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355481908869335130/posts/default/7747070236168233253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355481908869335130/posts/default/7747070236168233253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthemessage.blogspot.com/2010/08/sponsored-silence.html' title='Sponsored silence'/><author><name>Anjali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17618415279328328097</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-6355481908869335130.post-1592756985046450791</id><published>2010-07-16T00:52:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T01:00:56.359+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Musica - Semana 3 - The Pretty Reckless</title><content type='html'>Dada a minha falta de conhecimentos de cinema acho q vai passar a ser só sobre música, é que nunca tenho ideias de filmes para por aqui.&lt;br /&gt; Esta semana falo então numa banda, The Pretty Reckless, nos ultimos dias fiquei completamente viciada.&lt;br /&gt; É uma bande de rock alternativo, cujos membros mais importantes são Taylor Momsen (há quem a conheça da série Gossip Girl, Jenny Humphrey) e Ben Philips, digo que sao os mais importantes pois sao quem escreve as musicas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; O cd Light Me Up vai sair em Agosto deste ano, mas já há várias músicas para ouvir no youtube e 1 single, a música "Make Me Wanna Die" que é a que ponho aqui para ouvirem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Espero que gostem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dYeGw-bo430&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dYeGw-bo430&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&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/6355481908869335130-1592756985046450791?l=behindthemessage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthemessage.blogspot.com/feeds/1592756985046450791/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355481908869335130&amp;postID=1592756985046450791' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355481908869335130/posts/default/1592756985046450791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355481908869335130/posts/default/1592756985046450791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthemessage.blogspot.com/2010/07/musica-semana-3-pretty-reckless.html' title='Musica - Semana 3 - The Pretty Reckless'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061373382693979494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.zihnisinir.com/TR/images/dozsya1/maggie-fight.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355481908869335130.post-2623127593398308375</id><published>2010-06-30T13:09:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T13:13:56.614+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pedra Filosofal</title><content type='html'>Eles não sabem que o sonho&lt;br /&gt;é uma constante da vida&lt;br /&gt;tão concreta e definida&lt;br /&gt;como outra coisa qualquer,&lt;br /&gt;como esta pedra cinzenta&lt;br /&gt;em que me sento e descanso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eles não sabem, nem sonham, &lt;br /&gt;que o sonho comanda a vida,&lt;br /&gt;que sempre que um homem sonha&lt;br /&gt;o mundo pula e avança&lt;br /&gt;como bola colorida entre as mãos de uma criança.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;António Gedeão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2DA-mzhk0s4&amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2DA-mzhk0s4&amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&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/6355481908869335130-2623127593398308375?l=behindthemessage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthemessage.blogspot.com/feeds/2623127593398308375/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355481908869335130&amp;postID=2623127593398308375' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355481908869335130/posts/default/2623127593398308375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355481908869335130/posts/default/2623127593398308375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthemessage.blogspot.com/2010/06/pedra-filosofal.html' title='Pedra Filosofal'/><author><name>Morgaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07751981351870808712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bxuvykFBSjM/S46xyjne46I/AAAAAAAAASI/4aJYDy8y21A/S220/disney_characters_minnie_mouse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355481908869335130.post-3064582416596325890</id><published>2010-06-25T17:33:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T17:33:54.380+01:00</updated><title type='text'>21 conselhos - copy/past de um email</title><content type='html'>21 conselhos das Universidades de Medicina:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harvard e Cambridge publicaram recentemente um compêndio com 20 Conselhos saudáveis para melhorar a qualidade de vida de forma prática e habitual :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01- Um copo de suco de laranja &lt;br /&gt;Diariamente para aumentar o Ferro e repor a vitamina C.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;02- Salpicar canela no café &lt;br /&gt;(mantém baixo o colesterol e estáveis os níveis de açúcar no sangue).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;03- Trocar o pãozinho tradicional pelo pão integral &lt;br /&gt;O pão integral tem 4 vezes mais fibra, 3 vezes mais zinco e quase 2 vezes mais Ferro que tem o pão branco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;04- Mastigar os vegetais por mais tempo. &lt;br /&gt;Isto aumenta a quantidade de químicos anticancerígenos liberados no corpo. Mastigar libera sinigrina. E quanto menos se cozinham OS vegetais, melhor efeito preventivo têm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;05- Adotar a regra dos 80%: &lt;br /&gt;Servir-se menos 20% da comida que costuma comer, evita transtornos gastrintestinais, prolonga a vida e reduz o risco de diabetes e ataques de coração.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;06- LARANJA o futuro está na laranja, que reduz em 30% o risco de câncer de pulmão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;07- Fazer refeições coloridas como o arco-íris . &lt;br /&gt;Comer DIARIAMENTE, uma variedade de vermelho, laranja, amarelo, Verde, roxo e branco em frutas e vegetais, cria uma melhor mistura de antioxidantes, vitaminas e minerais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;08- Comer pizza, macarronada ou qualquer outra coisa com molho de tomate. &lt;br /&gt;Mas escolha as pizzas de massa fininha.  O Licopeno, um antioxidante dos tomates pode inibir e ainda reverter o crescimento dos tumores; e ademais é melhor absorvido pelo corpo quando OS tomates estão em molhos para massas ou para pizza .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;09- Limpar sua escova de dentes e trocá-la regularmente . &lt;br /&gt;As escovas podem espalhar gripes e resfriados e outros germes. Assim, é recomendado lavá-las com água quente pelo menos quatro vezes à semana (aproveite o banho no chuveiro), sobretudo após doenças, quando devem ser mantidas separadas de outras escovas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10- Realizar atividades que estimulem a mente e fortaleçam sua memória... &lt;br /&gt;Faça alguns testes ou quebra-cabeças, palavras-cruzadas, aprenda um idioma, alguma habilidade nova...  Leia um livro e memorize parágrafos; escreva, estude, aprenda. Sua mente agradece e seus amigos também, pois é interessante conversar com alguém que tem assunto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11- Usar fio dental e não mastigar chicletes . &lt;br /&gt;Acreditem ou não, uma pesquisa deu como resultado que as pessoas que mastigam chicletes têm mais possibilidade de sofrer de arteriosclerose, pois tem os vasos sanguíneos mais estreitos, o que pode preceder a um ataque do coração.  Usar fio dental pode acrescentar seis anos a sua idade biológica porque remove as bactérias que atacam aos dentes e o corpo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12- Rir. &lt;br /&gt;Uma boa gargalhada é um 'mini-workout', um pequeno exercício físico: 100 a 200 gargalhadas equivalem a 10 minutos de corrida. &lt;br /&gt;Baixa o estresse e acorda células naturais de defesa e OS anticorpos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13- Não descascar com antecipação. &lt;br /&gt;Os vegetais ou frutas, sempre frescos, devem ser cortados e descascados na hora em que forem consumidos.  Isso aumenta os níveis de nutrientes contra o câncer. Sucos de fruta têm que ser tomados assim que são preparados. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14- Ligar para seus parentes/pais de vez em quando. &lt;br /&gt;Um estudo da Faculdade de Medicina de Harvard concluiu que 91% das pessoas que não mantém um laço afetivo com seus entes queridos, particularmente com a mãe, desenvolvem alta pressão, alcoolismo ou doenças cardíacas em idade temporã .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15- Desfrutar de uma xícara de chá. &lt;br /&gt;O chá comum contém menos níveis de antioxidantes que o chá Verde, e beber só uma xícara diária desta infusão diminui o risco de doenças coronárias.  Cientistas israelenses também concluíram que beber chá aumenta a sobrevida depois de ataques ao coração.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16- Ter um animal de estimação. &lt;br /&gt;As pessoas que não têm animais domésticos sofrem mais de estresse e visitam o médico regularmente, dizem os cientistas da Cambridge University.  Os mascotes fazem você sentir-se otimista, relaxado e isso baixa a pressão do sangue. &lt;br /&gt;Os cães são OS melhores, mas até um peixinho dourado pode causar um bom resultado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17- Colocar tomate ou verdura frescas no sanduíche. &lt;br /&gt;Uma porção de tomate por dia baixa o risco de doença coronária em 30%, segundo cientistas da Harvard Medical School; vantagens outras são conseguidas atráves de verduras frescas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18- Reorganizar a geladeira . &lt;br /&gt;As verduras em qualquer lugar de sua geladeira perdem substâncias nutritivas, porque a luz artificial do equipamento destrói os flavonóides que combatem o câncer que todo vegetal tem.  Por isso, é melhor usar á área reservada a ela, aquela caixa bem embaixo ou guardar em um tape ware escuro e bem fechado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19- Comer como um passarinho. &lt;br /&gt;A semente de girassol e as sementes de sésamo nas saladas e cereais são nutrientes e antioxidantes.  E comer nozes entre as refeições reduz o risco de diabetes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20- Uma banana por dia quase dispensa o médico, vejamos: " Pesquisa da Universidade de Bekeley”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A banana previne a anemia, a tensão arterial alta, melhora a capacidade mental, cura ressacas, alivia azia, acalma o sistema nervoso, alivia TPM, reduz risco de infarto, e tantas outras coisas mais, então, é ou não é um remédio natural contra várias doenças?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21- e, por último, um mix de pequenas dicas para alongar a vida:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-comer chocolate. &lt;br /&gt;Duas barras por semana estendem um ano a vida. O amargo é fonte de ferro, magnésio e potássio..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- pensar positivamente . &lt;br /&gt;Pessoas otimistas podem viver até 12 anos mais que os pessimistas,  que, além disso, pegam gripes e resfriados mais facilmente, são menos queridos e mais amargos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- ser sociável. &lt;br /&gt;Pessoas com fortes laços sociais ou redes de amigos têm vidas mais saudáveis que as pessoas solitárias ou que só têm contato com a família.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- conhecer a si mesmo . &lt;br /&gt;Os verdadeiros crentes e aqueles que priorizam o 'ser' sobre o 'ter' têm 35% de probabilidade de viver mais tempo, e de ter qualidade de vida...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Não parece tão sacrificante, não é verdade?  Uma vez incorporados, os conselhos, facilmente tornam-se hábitos... &lt;br /&gt;É exatamente o que diz uma certa frase de Sêneca:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Escolha a melhor forma de viver e o costume a tornará agradável'! &lt;br /&gt;"Crie bons hábitos e torne-se escravo deles, como costumamos ser dos maus hábitos".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6355481908869335130-3064582416596325890?l=behindthemessage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthemessage.blogspot.com/feeds/3064582416596325890/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355481908869335130&amp;postID=3064582416596325890' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355481908869335130/posts/default/3064582416596325890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355481908869335130/posts/default/3064582416596325890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthemessage.blogspot.com/2010/06/21-conselhos-copypast-de-um-email.html' title='21 conselhos - copy/past de um email'/><author><name>Morgaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07751981351870808712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bxuvykFBSjM/S46xyjne46I/AAAAAAAAASI/4aJYDy8y21A/S220/disney_characters_minnie_mouse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355481908869335130.post-7377828674961357336</id><published>2010-06-17T21:42:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T21:49:23.019+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Música e Cinema - Semana 2</title><content type='html'>Olá!&lt;br /&gt;Peço imensa desculpa pelo atraso no post :(&lt;br /&gt;Então...esta semana escolhi para a música a banda The Bird And The Bee. Eu simplesmente adoro esta banda, espero que gostem também:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/z_3hRLv-ZC4&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/z_3hRLv-ZC4&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para cinema escolhi o filme Keith, é uma história muito comovente, aqui têm o trailer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is a force you can't control"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FQ3mc5z7NX8&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FQ3mc5z7NX8&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&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/6355481908869335130-7377828674961357336?l=behindthemessage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthemessage.blogspot.com/feeds/7377828674961357336/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355481908869335130&amp;postID=7377828674961357336' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355481908869335130/posts/default/7377828674961357336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355481908869335130/posts/default/7377828674961357336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthemessage.blogspot.com/2010/06/musica-e-cinema-semana-2.html' title='Música e Cinema - Semana 2'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061373382693979494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.zihnisinir.com/TR/images/dozsya1/maggie-fight.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355481908869335130.post-8648371967593743125</id><published>2010-05-05T18:54:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T19:17:52.247+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Música e Cinema - Semana 1</title><content type='html'>Olá a todos!&lt;br /&gt;Como o bloguito tem estado um pouco parado resolvi fazer todas as semanas um post sobre música e/ou cinema para manter "vivo" o Mensagem. Está será então a 1ª semana de posts, qualquer semana em que não haja é porque estive mesmo muito ocupada. Os filmes e artistas podem ser recentes ou mais antigos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O FILME que escolhi esta semana foi o "WHEN A STRANGER CALLS".&lt;br /&gt;Original é de 1979 mas eu vi a versão de 2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já vi o filme há algum tempo e deve ter sido um dos filmes de terror que mais gostei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conta a história de Jill Johnsson (Camilla Belle, talvez a conheçam melhor pela frase: "I just want a Nespresso" lol), uma baby-sitter que a meio da noite começa a receber chamadas estranhas de um ameaçador serial-killer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vejam o trailer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IY06922dL2s&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IY06922dL2s&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já vi o filme e mesmo assim tenho arrepios ao ver o trailer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em relação a MÚSICA escolhi CHERYL COLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Provavelmente conhecem-na de ser júri do programa Inglês X-Factor. Ela é para mim uma das melhores artistas do Reino Unido.&lt;br /&gt;Faz parte da banda Girls Aloud mas recentemente lançou um disco a solo "3 words", que eu gosto muito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A música "Fight for this love" que tem estado a ecoar nos meus ouvidos durante dias e dias (lol) tornou-se a música mais rapidamente vendida no Reino Unido em 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aqui fica o vídeo desta música:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4umc87T5UMs&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4umc87T5UMs&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&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/6355481908869335130-8648371967593743125?l=behindthemessage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthemessage.blogspot.com/feeds/8648371967593743125/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355481908869335130&amp;postID=8648371967593743125' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355481908869335130/posts/default/8648371967593743125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355481908869335130/posts/default/8648371967593743125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthemessage.blogspot.com/2010/05/musica-e-cinema-semana-1.html' title='Música e Cinema - Semana 1'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061373382693979494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.zihnisinir.com/TR/images/dozsya1/maggie-fight.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355481908869335130.post-4686332725508376445</id><published>2010-04-11T16:15:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T16:17:15.527+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Boys Will Be Girls</title><content type='html'>Olá!&lt;br /&gt; Há muito tempo que não há nenhum post aqui no bloguito :(&lt;br /&gt; Vi este vídeo à pouco no youtube e achei hilariante (apesar de ser rapariga lol). Se gostarem vejam também os outros deles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gspaoaecNAg&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gspaoaecNAg&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&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/6355481908869335130-4686332725508376445?l=behindthemessage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthemessage.blogspot.com/feeds/4686332725508376445/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355481908869335130&amp;postID=4686332725508376445' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355481908869335130/posts/default/4686332725508376445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355481908869335130/posts/default/4686332725508376445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthemessage.blogspot.com/2010/04/boys-will-be-girls.html' title='Boys Will Be Girls'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061373382693979494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.zihnisinir.com/TR/images/dozsya1/maggie-fight.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355481908869335130.post-5553219458353312126</id><published>2010-03-11T23:14:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-03-11T23:20:57.277Z</updated><title type='text'>Festival Eurovisão Portugal 2010</title><content type='html'>Bem...tinha-me esquecido completamente de pôr aqui um post sobre a música que Portugal escolheu para o Festival Eurovisão da Canção que vai decorrer na Noruega.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então a música será a de Filipa Azevedo - "Há Dias Assim" (é um balada). Aqui está:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KgcmgQ35sIE&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KgcmgQ35sIE&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas a música da Filipa não foi a mais votada pelo público, só ganhou por causa da junção do júri com o público. De acordo com a votação do público ganharia a Catarina Pereira com a música "Canta Por Mim"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jpn6pazqZVs&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jpn6pazqZVs&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qual era a vossa preferida? O que acham das músicas?&lt;br /&gt;Eu não tenho grande opinião, não gostei muito muito de nenhuma das duas mas tbem não consigo escolher entre elas :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6355481908869335130-5553219458353312126?l=behindthemessage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthemessage.blogspot.com/feeds/5553219458353312126/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355481908869335130&amp;postID=5553219458353312126' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355481908869335130/posts/default/5553219458353312126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355481908869335130/posts/default/5553219458353312126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthemessage.blogspot.com/2010/03/festival-eurovisao-portugal-2010.html' title='Festival Eurovisão Portugal 2010'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061373382693979494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.zihnisinir.com/TR/images/dozsya1/maggie-fight.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355481908869335130.post-6633655209374783871</id><published>2010-03-06T22:24:00.005Z</published><updated>2010-03-06T22:45:17.529Z</updated><title type='text'>Mini Justin Timberlake</title><content type='html'>Chama-se Justin Biever e a camada feminina mais jovem dos E.U.A. está completamente apaixonada, se não acreditam, vejam o segundo vídeo (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dTCm8tdHkfI&amp;feature=fvw):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LXUSaVw3Mvk&amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LXUSaVw3Mvk&amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jmTwDCJDNUU&amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jmTwDCJDNUU&amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O mais engraçado, é que o último vídeo ficou tão conhecido que a miúda e as irmãs puderam conhecer o Justin Biever! LoL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6355481908869335130-6633655209374783871?l=behindthemessage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthemessage.blogspot.com/feeds/6633655209374783871/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355481908869335130&amp;postID=6633655209374783871' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355481908869335130/posts/default/6633655209374783871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355481908869335130/posts/default/6633655209374783871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthemessage.blogspot.com/2010/03/mini-justin-timberlake.html' title='Mini Justin Timberlake'/><author><name>Morgaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07751981351870808712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bxuvykFBSjM/S46xyjne46I/AAAAAAAAASI/4aJYDy8y21A/S220/disney_characters_minnie_mouse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355481908869335130.post-3224477285124944003</id><published>2010-02-20T01:08:00.004Z</published><updated>2010-02-21T00:47:37.608Z</updated><title type='text'>Celda 211</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wzAwusJnS8k/SrxlLPU2YfI/AAAAAAAAqx4/bsxU5QCY2aU/s400/celda211.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 281px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wzAwusJnS8k/SrxlLPU2YfI/AAAAAAAAqx4/bsxU5QCY2aU/s400/celda211.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olá!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celda 211 é um filme espanhol com 16 nomeações e que ganhou 8 Goyas (os óscares espanhóis) - Melhor Filme, Melhor Realização, etc.&lt;br /&gt;Conta a história de um novo funcionário que se tem de fazer passar por preso ao ser apanhado no meio de uma revolta dentro de uma prisão, para que não o matem.&lt;br /&gt;A mensagem subtil do filme é sem dúvida a crítica que faz à forma como os Etarras são tratados nas prisões espanholas em contraste com os restantes prisioneiros. Estes terroristas condenados por homícidios e atentados são encarados como especiais e são tratados com o maior dos cuidados, porque existe o receio de que se vem a público que se passou alguma coisa a um Etarra numa prisão, a Eta retalie com mais atentados para se vingar.&lt;br /&gt;O filme é muito bom. Fica aqui a sugestão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fyNZVCDRl98&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fyNZVCDRl98&amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&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/6355481908869335130-3224477285124944003?l=behindthemessage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthemessage.blogspot.com/feeds/3224477285124944003/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355481908869335130&amp;postID=3224477285124944003' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355481908869335130/posts/default/3224477285124944003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355481908869335130/posts/default/3224477285124944003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthemessage.blogspot.com/2010/02/celda-221.html' title='Celda 211'/><author><name>Morgaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07751981351870808712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bxuvykFBSjM/S46xyjne46I/AAAAAAAAASI/4aJYDy8y21A/S220/disney_characters_minnie_mouse.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wzAwusJnS8k/SrxlLPU2YfI/AAAAAAAAqx4/bsxU5QCY2aU/s72-c/celda211.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355481908869335130.post-6587259014619999512</id><published>2010-02-19T17:31:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-02-21T00:47:14.759Z</updated><title type='text'>Russian Red</title><content type='html'>Olá!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desta vez, falo eu de música e não a Caroline, o que tendo em conta a minha cultura musical, é uma ocasião rara!&lt;br /&gt;Se ainda não conhecem apresento-vos Russian Red, uma cantora espanhola que começou por lançar as suas música no myspace e que agora é famosa. Surpreendentemente só canta em inglês! Diz que tendo em conta o seu estilo de música não soaria bem em espanhol.&lt;br /&gt;O nome Russian Red vem da cor do batom que usa, o seu nome verdadeiro é Lourdes Hernández e nasceu em 1986.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7heIA4te5JY&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7heIA4te5JY&amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tDzyAHJHTC8&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tDzyAHJHTC8&amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&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/6355481908869335130-6587259014619999512?l=behindthemessage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthemessage.blogspot.com/feeds/6587259014619999512/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355481908869335130&amp;postID=6587259014619999512' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355481908869335130/posts/default/6587259014619999512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355481908869335130/posts/default/6587259014619999512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthemessage.blogspot.com/2010/02/russian-red.html' title='Russian Red'/><author><name>Morgaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07751981351870808712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bxuvykFBSjM/S46xyjne46I/AAAAAAAAASI/4aJYDy8y21A/S220/disney_characters_minnie_mouse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355481908869335130.post-1028535148826927106</id><published>2010-02-15T17:11:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-02-15T17:25:18.600Z</updated><title type='text'>Modelos no Campus</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://cosmopolitantv.cosmohispano.com/upload/concursosFotos/cc2010/1PoXfqg845Cj0a4jng7Y_ficha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 410px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 546px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://cosmopolitantv.cosmohispano.com/upload/concursosFotos/cc2010/1PoXfqg845Cj0a4jng7Y_ficha.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Este é Adrián Estrada, um moldelo espanhol de Zaragoza que estuda na minha faculdade e vive na residência ao lado da minha! Ahaha! ;) Nunca o vi! Só na Cosmopolitan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dedico este post à Caroline :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6355481908869335130-1028535148826927106?l=behindthemessage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthemessage.blogspot.com/feeds/1028535148826927106/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355481908869335130&amp;postID=1028535148826927106' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355481908869335130/posts/default/1028535148826927106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355481908869335130/posts/default/1028535148826927106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthemessage.blogspot.com/2010/02/modelos-no-campus.html' title='Modelos no Campus'/><author><name>Morgaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07751981351870808712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bxuvykFBSjM/S46xyjne46I/AAAAAAAAASI/4aJYDy8y21A/S220/disney_characters_minnie_mouse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355481908869335130.post-870899267041153038</id><published>2010-02-12T01:05:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-02-12T01:20:59.393Z</updated><title type='text'>Dia de São Valentim</title><content type='html'>Para muitos um dia muito bonito de comemorar, para outros um dia deprimente ou ainda um dia indiferente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; A história do dia de São Valentim começa na Idade Média. &lt;br /&gt; O imperador Cláudio II decidiu proibir o casamento porque acreditava que nas guerras os solteiros eram melhores combatentes, mas o bispo Valentim decidiu continuar a celebrar casamentos e por isso foi preso e condenado à morte. Quando estava preso apaixonou-se pela filha cega de um carcereiro e devolveu-lhe a visão. Antes de morrer a 14 de Fevereiro deixou-lhe um bilhete de despedida no qual assinava como "Do seu namorado". &lt;br /&gt; O dia 14 de Fevereiro é também o dia do acasalamento dos pássaros e os casais na Idade Média usavam este dia para deixar mensagens de amor.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Curiosidade: No Brasil, o dia dos namorados é comemorado a 12 de Junho por ser véspera do dia 13 de Junho (dia de Santo António, santo casamenteiro). Esta data foi escolhida porque Junho é uma época de vendas baixas no Brasil e é assim mais lucrativo do que ser dia 14 de Fevereiro que é muito perto do Carnaval.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Fica aqui uma música para este dia:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/840NbiFF1zM&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/840NbiFF1zM&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; (adorei este vídeo :D )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Espero que todos os enamorados e não enamorados tenham um excelente dia e bom carnaval.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6355481908869335130-870899267041153038?l=behindthemessage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthemessage.blogspot.com/feeds/870899267041153038/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355481908869335130&amp;postID=870899267041153038' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355481908869335130/posts/default/870899267041153038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355481908869335130/posts/default/870899267041153038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthemessage.blogspot.com/2010/02/dia-de-sao-valentim.html' title='Dia de São Valentim'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061373382693979494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.zihnisinir.com/TR/images/dozsya1/maggie-fight.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355481908869335130.post-8381890916242712848</id><published>2010-02-02T20:10:00.004Z</published><updated>2010-02-02T20:41:18.502Z</updated><title type='text'>Groundhog Day</title><content type='html'>Olá!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma vez que estamos numa de publicações relacionadas com os E.U.A. venho-vos falar de um dos feriados nacionais deste país e também do Canadá, que eu sinceramen&lt;a href="http://profile.ak.fbcdn.net/object3/1246/48/n103061141793_2873.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 301px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://profile.ak.fbcdn.net/object3/1246/48/n103061141793_2873.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;te nunca tinha ouvido falar até alguns dias atrás. O Groundhog Day, que é hoje, já agora, baseia-se numa lenda que conta que se um groundhog (uma maremota) sai da sua toca e não vê a sua sombra e volta para a toca, significa que o Inverno vai continuar por mais seis semanas. Caso contrário, ou seja se vê a sombra e sai da toca, a Primavera começará mais cedo.&lt;br /&gt;Mas o groundhog que determina isto, não é um groundhog qualquer, até tem nome e tudo! Chama-se Phil e vive em Punxsutawney, Pennsylvania, que é onde se realiza a maior celebração deste feriado. O resultado é logo sabido pela manhã, e este ano, vamos ter mais seis semanas de Inverno, segundo este bichinho que até tem Facebook e Twitter! ;p&lt;br /&gt;Existe um filme sobre este feriado, chamado "Groundhog Day" de 1993 com Bill Murray e Andie MacDowell que está engraçado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Contas do Groundhog Phil no Facebook, Twitter e sítio oficial:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.facebook.com/pages/Punxsutawney-Phil/103061141793&lt;br /&gt;http://twitter.com/visitPA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.groundhog.org/"&gt;http://www.groundhog.org/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 429px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 221px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.groundhog.org/fileadmin/templates/images/winter.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6355481908869335130-8381890916242712848?l=behindthemessage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthemessage.blogspot.com/feeds/8381890916242712848/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355481908869335130&amp;postID=8381890916242712848' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355481908869335130/posts/default/8381890916242712848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355481908869335130/posts/default/8381890916242712848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthemessage.blogspot.com/2010/02/groundhog-day.html' title='Groundhog Day'/><author><name>Morgaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07751981351870808712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bxuvykFBSjM/S46xyjne46I/AAAAAAAAASI/4aJYDy8y21A/S220/disney_characters_minnie_mouse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355481908869335130.post-8787785949956938741</id><published>2010-01-31T23:31:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-01-31T23:37:36.356Z</updated><title type='text'>American Idol - Katie Stevens</title><content type='html'>Olá a todos!&lt;br /&gt;Hoje ponho aqui a história da luso-descendente Katie Stevens que é uma das últimas 24 concorrentes ao American Idol. Com apenas 16 anos ela tem já uma grande voz e uma história para contar. Espero que gostem:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pG46Eh2-oM0&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pG46Eh2-oM0&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É preciso notar que ela não é portuguesa lol é que já em vários videos do youtube se lê: She's Portuguese etc, isso não é verdade...ela é apenas descendente de portugueses, a avó dela é que foi da Lousã para os Estados Unidos e ensinou os filhos e netos a falar a língua de Camões.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6355481908869335130-8787785949956938741?l=behindthemessage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthemessage.blogspot.com/feeds/8787785949956938741/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355481908869335130&amp;postID=8787785949956938741' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355481908869335130/posts/default/8787785949956938741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355481908869335130/posts/default/8787785949956938741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthemessage.blogspot.com/2010/01/american-idol-katie-stevens.html' title='American Idol - Katie Stevens'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061373382693979494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.zihnisinir.com/TR/images/dozsya1/maggie-fight.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355481908869335130.post-6426071044369960351</id><published>2010-01-29T09:57:00.004Z</published><updated>2010-01-29T10:36:40.347Z</updated><title type='text'>Exames Universitários</title><content type='html'>Hello!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu não sei como foi com vocês (sei mais ou menos ;p), mas eu nunca tinha tido uma época de exames que me tivesse corrido tão mal. Não sou propriamente novata nisto de ser universitária, já sabia que não se pode deixar tudo para esta altura e ir estudando ao longo do semestre. E fui estudando, não muito, mas alguma coisa sim. E no meu outro curso nunca estudei nem metade do que estudei este semestre e fazia cadeiras, com notas baixas e sem saber grande coisa, mas passava.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bxuvykFBSjM/S2K4lfwMm1I/AAAAAAAAAR4/Rdl8I9p1UqA/s1600-h/GetAttachment.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 60px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 50px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432107054880562002" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bxuvykFBSjM/S2K4lfwMm1I/AAAAAAAAAR4/Rdl8I9p1UqA/s320/GetAttachment.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Agora&lt;a href="http://by129w.bay129.mail.live.com/att/GetAttachment.aspx?tnail=14&amp;amp;messageId=55c0fa2d-01c9-11df-8b07-002264c2033c&amp;amp;Aux=4008CC63ED3EBA6800"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, não sei se é por ser uma Universidade estrangeira e estar a estudar noutra língua ou os professores serem demasiado exigentes (são demasiado exigentes, desde quando é que se passa com uma nota mínima de 14 e não de 10?!?!?!?) que tenho sérias dúvidas em relação ao número de cadeiras a que vou passar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outra coisa genial da minha Universidade é que não há 2ª fase! Ou passas à 1ª, ou temos pena... Também não há férias a seguir aos exames. Termina-se no sábado e começa-se logo na segunda, com práticas até às 18h!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas no meio disto tudo há duas coisitas positivas. Em Junho e Setembro podem-se fazer as cadeiras que se tem para trás. Fica-se sem férias de Verão, mas passa-se de ano sem ter cadeiras do 1º por fazer e ainda se fica com as coisas bem sabidas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O problema da época de Setembro, e porque aqui no meu curso Bolonha só entra para o ano, é que se uma pessoa passa, imaginem a Bioquímica - 1º parcial (porque é uma cadeira anual) ou seja a Bioquímica I e chumba em Junho a Bioquímica - 2º parcial, ou seja Bioquímica II, em Setembro não tem de fazer só a cadeira a que chumbou, tem de fazer exame à que passou em Janeiro também, &lt;a href="http://by129w.bay129.mail.live.com/att/GetAttachment.aspx?tnail=13&amp;amp;messageId=55c0fa2d-01c9-11df-8b07-002264c2033c&amp;amp;Aux=4008CC63ED3EBA6800"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;porque era só um parcial para não se ter de fazer exame a tanta matéria junta e ass&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bxuvykFBSjM/S2K4wIzoDWI/AAAAAAAAASA/3yU3ctHJ5pA/s1600-h/GetAttachment2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 70px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 50px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432107237699489122" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bxuvykFBSjM/S2K4wIzoDWI/AAAAAAAAASA/3yU3ctHJ5pA/s320/GetAttachment2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;im ir-se liberando partes. Resumindo, a Bioquímica I não conta como cadeira feita! :s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boa sorte para vocês que vão iniciar a segunda fase em breve, espero que vos corra tudo bem! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://img124.imageshack.us/img124/4715/cabulas0ub.jpg" width="308" height="406" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6355481908869335130-6426071044369960351?l=behindthemessage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthemessage.blogspot.com/feeds/6426071044369960351/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355481908869335130&amp;postID=6426071044369960351' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355481908869335130/posts/default/6426071044369960351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355481908869335130/posts/default/6426071044369960351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthemessage.blogspot.com/2010/01/exames-universitarios.html' title='Exames Universitários'/><author><name>Morgaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07751981351870808712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bxuvykFBSjM/S46xyjne46I/AAAAAAAAASI/4aJYDy8y21A/S220/disney_characters_minnie_mouse.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bxuvykFBSjM/S2K4lfwMm1I/AAAAAAAAAR4/Rdl8I9p1UqA/s72-c/GetAttachment.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355481908869335130.post-5006529712474270798</id><published>2010-01-27T16:15:00.009Z</published><updated>2010-02-02T15:11:53.300Z</updated><title type='text'>A.M e P.M. ?</title><content type='html'>Alguma vez se preguntaram, o que significam as letras a.m. e p.m nos relógios de 12h?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pois bem,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a.m. = ante meridiem (Latim) ou seja, antes do meio-dia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.m = post meridiem (Latim), o que quer dizer depois do meio-dia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sabia que países como o Reino Unido e as suas ex-colónias usavam este relógio de 12h, mas não sabia que o usavam exclusivamente, ou seja, eu pensavam que usam os 2. Ontem à noite descobri que não, quando estava a ver voos na internet com a minha&lt;em&gt; room-mate&lt;/em&gt; americana que estava super frustada, porque nunca sabia a que horas era aquele determinado voo quando estes eram depois do meio-dia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 140px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 85px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:RVeTCeF5uJeOsM:http://macmagazine.uol.com.br/wp-content/uploads/2008/12/01-night_stand03.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Que horas são?! Tenho de pensar...(fazendo contas)...ah! 10 e meia (acho que o meia e o quarto também não usam)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6355481908869335130-5006529712474270798?l=behindthemessage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthemessage.blogspot.com/feeds/5006529712474270798/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355481908869335130&amp;postID=5006529712474270798' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355481908869335130/posts/default/5006529712474270798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355481908869335130/posts/default/5006529712474270798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthemessage.blogspot.com/2010/01/am-e-pm.html' title='A.M e P.M. ?'/><author><name>Morgaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07751981351870808712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bxuvykFBSjM/S46xyjne46I/AAAAAAAAASI/4aJYDy8y21A/S220/disney_characters_minnie_mouse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355481908869335130.post-6168866144401935765</id><published>2010-01-25T16:09:00.007Z</published><updated>2010-01-27T16:49:18.666Z</updated><title type='text'>Super Blog Awards - 2ª Edição</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.superbock.pt/SuperBrand/Super_Blog_Awards_2009/Disticos/blog_13.png"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.superbock.pt/SuperBrand/Super_Blog_Awards_2009/Disticos/blog_13.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oi!&lt;br /&gt;Não sei se já repararam nessa nova miniaplicação aí à direita, mas é para &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;votarem&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, ya? :D&lt;br /&gt;Categoria: Blog Generalista&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6355481908869335130-6168866144401935765?l=behindthemessage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthemessage.blogspot.com/feeds/6168866144401935765/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355481908869335130&amp;postID=6168866144401935765' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355481908869335130/posts/default/6168866144401935765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355481908869335130/posts/default/6168866144401935765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthemessage.blogspot.com/2010/01/super-blog-awards-2-edicao.html' title='Super Blog Awards - 2ª Edição'/><author><name>Morgaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07751981351870808712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bxuvykFBSjM/S46xyjne46I/AAAAAAAAASI/4aJYDy8y21A/S220/disney_characters_minnie_mouse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355481908869335130.post-6557507117506218346</id><published>2010-01-20T13:48:00.006Z</published><updated>2010-01-25T16:06:05.037Z</updated><title type='text'>Peanuts on Parade</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/113/254648542_8e842006d8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 334px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/113/254648542_8e842006d8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.johnweeks.com/tour/peanuts/pics/laf_snoopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.johnweeks.com/tour/peanuts/pics/laf_snoopy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olá!!!&lt;br /&gt;Sabiam que existem estátuas do Snoopy?! Eu também não fazia ideia!&lt;br /&gt;Na cidade de Saint Paul, no Minnesota, E.U.A., existem mais de 100 Snoopys espalhados pelas ruas. Charles Schulz, o criador so Snoopy nasceu nesta cidade e St. Paul decidiu fazer-lhe esta homenagem com a Peanuts on Parade em 2002. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas não é só nesta cidade que existem estátuas do Snoopy, também existem em Santa Rosa, Califórnia, onde viveu e trabalhou Charles Schulz!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 350px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 466px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://firststep.vmbrasseur.com/wp-content/images/schultz_bronze.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6355481908869335130-6557507117506218346?l=behindthemessage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthemessage.blogspot.com/feeds/6557507117506218346/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355481908869335130&amp;postID=6557507117506218346' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355481908869335130/posts/default/6557507117506218346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355481908869335130/posts/default/6557507117506218346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthemessage.blogspot.com/2010/01/project-snoopy.html' title='Peanuts on Parade'/><author><name>Morgaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07751981351870808712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bxuvykFBSjM/S46xyjne46I/AAAAAAAAASI/4aJYDy8y21A/S220/disney_characters_minnie_mouse.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/113/254648542_8e842006d8_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355481908869335130.post-7426603843000747130</id><published>2010-01-17T19:17:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-01-17T19:32:58.369Z</updated><title type='text'>A Moda dos Vampiros</title><content type='html'>Olá!&lt;br /&gt;De há um ano para cá temos sido bombardeados com histórias de vampiros em cinema, livros e televisão sem falar do merchandising com t-shirts, carteiras, colares,cadernos, tudo e mais alguma coisa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desde há uns 10 anos atrás que me lembro de ver esporadicamente histórias sobre vampiros na Tv e cinema, era Buffy, Beijo do Vampiro, Underworld, Moonlight...mas agora temos Vampire Diaries, True Blood, Twilight, tudo o que for possível para continuar a saga dos vampiros e tudo ao mesmo tempo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou a primeira a gostar de tudo isto é verdade, gosto muito de séries de vampiros mas também sei que histórias entre vampiros e humanos ja foram feitas há muito tempo, desde o Drácula. Digo isto porque vejo muitas vezes fãs do Twilight a dizer que estas séries sao todas imitações da saga Twilight, o que não é verdade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosto das séries e filmes porque acho que apesar de serem todas sobre vampiros, são todas diferentes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas será que vale a pena haver tantas séries de vampiros ao mesmo tempo?&lt;br /&gt;É que parece que os produtores apostam em vampiros para conseguir vender quer tenha qualidade ou não, pelo simples motivo que agora tudo o que tenha vampiros terá sucesso. Digo isto para vos falar das duas mais novas apostas da televisão portuguesa em dois canais diferentes, a SIC e a TVI, uma vez quem ambos os canais de televisão apostaram em vampiros para o ano de 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A SIC aposta então numa série de nome "Lua Vermelha", que é salvo erro um remake de outra série chamada "Split":&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ljDaPJMwAes&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ljDaPJMwAes&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De notar que apesar da história da série ser muito diferente do Twilight, o actor está muito parecido com o Edward (o que deve ter sido feito de porpósito para captar as atenções)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A TVI terá uma mini-série chamada "Destino Imortal":&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8YwIL-iW2tU&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8YwIL-iW2tU&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ambas as séries têm cenários muito parecidos, acho que foram as duas filmadas em Sintra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que acham vocês desta moda dos vampiros?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6355481908869335130-7426603843000747130?l=behindthemessage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthemessage.blogspot.com/feeds/7426603843000747130/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355481908869335130&amp;postID=7426603843000747130' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355481908869335130/posts/default/7426603843000747130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355481908869335130/posts/default/7426603843000747130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthemessage.blogspot.com/2010/01/moda-dos-vampiros.html' title='A Moda dos Vampiros'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061373382693979494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.zihnisinir.com/TR/images/dozsya1/maggie-fight.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355481908869335130.post-2086347702837172629</id><published>2009-12-26T21:57:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-12-26T21:58:43.262Z</updated><title type='text'>"Tap e Aeroporto de Lisboa ao rubro"</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rWjZX57QQDY&amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rWjZX57QQDY&amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Está genial! Quem é que se lembraria de fazer isto? LoL ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6355481908869335130-2086347702837172629?l=behindthemessage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthemessage.blogspot.com/feeds/2086347702837172629/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355481908869335130&amp;postID=2086347702837172629' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355481908869335130/posts/default/2086347702837172629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355481908869335130/posts/default/2086347702837172629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthemessage.blogspot.com/2009/12/tap-e-aeroporto-de-lisboa-ao-rubro.html' title='&quot;Tap e Aeroporto de Lisboa ao rubro&quot;'/><author><name>Morgaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07751981351870808712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bxuvykFBSjM/S46xyjne46I/AAAAAAAAASI/4aJYDy8y21A/S220/disney_characters_minnie_mouse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355481908869335130.post-1009883976405353309</id><published>2009-12-19T11:47:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-12-19T11:49:39.503Z</updated><title type='text'>La Buena Vida - Qué nos va a pasar</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OyZlcxqIqKY&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OyZlcxqIqKY&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="480" height="295" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me encanta esta canción! Eis a letra:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cada día trato de acertar por dónde saldrás;&lt;br /&gt;eso es tanto como adivinar qué nos va a pasar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has estado, hace tiempo, algo raro por momentos&lt;br /&gt;Me pregunto algo inquieta qué nos va a pasar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No recuerdo cuándo decayó la conversación&lt;br /&gt;ni el punto en que dices tú que algo cambió&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sin embargo, mientras tanto, yo me guardo la esperanza&lt;br /&gt;y las cosas que en la plaza nos dijimos hoy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahora que te vas pediré perdón y dirás que no&lt;br /&gt;y estará muy bien, ya sabes por qué&lt;br /&gt;Yo me esconderé, ahora que te vas,&lt;br /&gt;Ya no saldré más; dime para qué, si no te voy a ver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sin embargo, mientras tanto, yo me guardo la esperanza&lt;br /&gt;y las cosas que en la plaza nos dijimos hoy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahora que te vas pediré perdón y dirás que no&lt;br /&gt;y estará muy bien, ya sabes por qué&lt;br /&gt;Yo me esconderé, ahora que te vas&lt;br /&gt;Ya no saldré más; dime para qué, si no te voy a ver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuando pase el tiempo conocerás a alguien más&lt;br /&gt;y me olvidarás, y es que es lo normal&lt;br /&gt;Aunque nos dé rabia siempre ocurre igual&lt;br /&gt;y nos esforzarnos en disimular&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6355481908869335130-1009883976405353309?l=behindthemessage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthemessage.blogspot.com/feeds/1009883976405353309/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355481908869335130&amp;postID=1009883976405353309' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355481908869335130/posts/default/1009883976405353309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355481908869335130/posts/default/1009883976405353309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthemessage.blogspot.com/2009/12/la-buena-vida-que-nos-va-pasar.html' title='La Buena Vida - Qué nos va a pasar'/><author><name>Morgaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07751981351870808712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bxuvykFBSjM/S46xyjne46I/AAAAAAAAASI/4aJYDy8y21A/S220/disney_characters_minnie_mouse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355481908869335130.post-4181404837701005935</id><published>2009-12-08T21:45:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-12-08T22:00:04.955Z</updated><title type='text'>A Favor ou Contra o Natal?</title><content type='html'>Olá a todos!&lt;br /&gt;Estamos mais uma vez em época de Natal e já se começam a ver e a sentir os efeitos desta quadra do ano.&lt;br /&gt;O que acham desta época festiva?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu do Natal gosto principalmente de estar com a família no dia de Natal mas a parte que antecede o dia 25 já não acho tanta piada...a azafama de comprar, dar e receber, prendas para amigos, conhecidos, pessoas que gostamos, pessoas que não gostamos, prendas de conveniência, não gosto mesmo nada disso. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todo o consumismo à volta do Natal acho muito mau, e a comida que se acaba por gastar nesse dia acho que deve dar para matar a fome a muitas pessoas, é mais a vontade de ver a mesa cheia, de mostrar que temos, do que qualquer outra coisa. A ceia de Natal até pode ser um motivo para juntar a família e fazer uma festa, mas mesmo assim acho que não é preciso gastar tanto porque muita da comida acaba muitas vezes por ir para o lixo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosto muito da maneira como se enfeitam as ruas nesta altura do ano, fica tudo muito mais bonito, gosto das casas decoradas com velas, presepios, arranjos natalicios, árvores de Natal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que acham vocês de tudo isto?&lt;br /&gt;Desde já peço desculpa se ofendi alguém com o que disse da ceia de Natal ou das prendas, mas é mesmo a minha opinião.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ficam aqui então 3 musicas de Natal, 2 delas mais ou menos recentes e uma mais antiga que todos conhecem. (Uma delas é anti-Natal)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bFavxQUbsog&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bFavxQUbsog&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/41bbtdqtRhs&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/41bbtdqtRhs&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta como é contra o Natal resolvi por a letra:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's that time of year&lt;br /&gt;When I sit getting sick of all the cheer&lt;br /&gt;Every song you hear&lt;br /&gt;Was a hit or a miss&lt;br /&gt;From last century&lt;br /&gt;Is it just me&lt;br /&gt;'Cos it never much seems like the movie&lt;br /&gt;(Like the movie)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thank God (thank God)&lt;br /&gt;Christmas comes once a year&lt;br /&gt;(Only comes once a year)&lt;br /&gt;Just once a year&lt;br /&gt;(Just once a year)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only bells I hear&lt;br /&gt;Is last call, one and all&lt;br /&gt;Crying in their beer&lt;br /&gt;'Cos it's gon' take all year&lt;br /&gt;For the debts to be met&lt;br /&gt;So raise a glass for Christmas cheer&lt;br /&gt;It never snows&lt;br /&gt;Only rains I don't know&lt;br /&gt;Why we still dreaming of a white&lt;br /&gt;Christmas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God it only comes once a year&lt;br /&gt;(Thank God&lt;br /&gt;Only comes once a year&lt;br /&gt;Only comes once a year)&lt;br /&gt;Thank God it only comes once a year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooh&lt;br /&gt;Mama's in the kitchen&lt;br /&gt;She's stressing "Oh no"&lt;br /&gt;The oven ain't workin'&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's cooking "Oh no"&lt;br /&gt;Brother and sister fighting, she's crying&lt;br /&gt;Dusty knocks the tree down&lt;br /&gt;It makes me wanna shout&lt;br /&gt;"Hallelujah"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God that Christmas only comes once a year&lt;br /&gt;Only comes once a year&lt;br /&gt;Thank You Jesus,&lt;br /&gt;For being born only once&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't deal with it&lt;br /&gt;So Christmas only comes once a year,&lt;br /&gt;Thank God&lt;br /&gt;Hallelujah for Christmas&lt;br /&gt;Only lasts 24 hours of my life&lt;br /&gt;I tell You Jesus&lt;br /&gt;Just get born once&lt;br /&gt;As a baby anyway &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Drn9wg8v0Y0&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Drn9wg8v0Y0&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&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/6355481908869335130-4181404837701005935?l=behindthemessage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthemessage.blogspot.com/feeds/4181404837701005935/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355481908869335130&amp;postID=4181404837701005935' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355481908869335130/posts/default/4181404837701005935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355481908869335130/posts/default/4181404837701005935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthemessage.blogspot.com/2009/12/favor-ou-contra-o-natal.html' title='A Favor ou Contra o Natal?'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061373382693979494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.zihnisinir.com/TR/images/dozsya1/maggie-fight.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355481908869335130.post-6499112461389358517</id><published>2009-12-07T18:54:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-12-07T18:58:52.374Z</updated><title type='text'>Física o Química - Os Morangos com Açúcar espanhóis</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2Tw68koKTME&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2Tw68koKTME&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ni me escondo ni me atrevo,&lt;br /&gt;ni me escapo ni te espero,&lt;br /&gt;hago todo lo que puedo&lt;br /&gt;pa' que estemos juntos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cada vez me importan menos&lt;br /&gt;los que piensan que no es bueno&lt;br /&gt;que haga todo lo que puedo&lt;br /&gt;pa' que estemos juntos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Medicina alternativa,&lt;br /&gt;tu saliva en mi saliva,&lt;br /&gt;es física o química.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ni me miras ni te quiero,&lt;br /&gt;ni te escucho ni te creo,&lt;br /&gt;pero siento que me muero&lt;br /&gt;cuando os veo juntos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cada vez me importas menos&lt;br /&gt;o eso digo cuando debo,&lt;br /&gt;o que sienta que me muero&lt;br /&gt;cuando os veo juntos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Medicina alternativa,&lt;br /&gt;tu saliva en mi saliva,&lt;br /&gt;es física o química.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La mitad de lo que hemos vivido&lt;br /&gt;hace mas ruido,&lt;br /&gt;que el ruido de un cañon.&lt;br /&gt;Y un corazon de hielo herido&lt;br /&gt;se ha derretido en su colchon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La mitad de lo que hemos vivido&lt;br /&gt;hace mas ruido,&lt;br /&gt;que el ruido de un cañon.&lt;br /&gt;Y un corazon de hielo herido&lt;br /&gt;se ha derretido en su colchon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Medicina alternativa,&lt;br /&gt;tu saliva en mi saliva,&lt;br /&gt;es física o química.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La mitad de lo que hemos vivido&lt;br /&gt;hace mas ruido,&lt;br /&gt;que el ruido de un cañon.&lt;br /&gt;Y un corazon de hielo herido&lt;br /&gt;se ha derretido en su colchon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La mitad de lo que hemos vivido&lt;br /&gt;hace mas ruido,&lt;br /&gt;que el ruido de un cañon.&lt;br /&gt;Y un corazon de hielo herido&lt;br /&gt;se ha derretido en su colchon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosto da música! lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6355481908869335130-6499112461389358517?l=behindthemessage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthemessage.blogspot.com/feeds/6499112461389358517/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355481908869335130&amp;postID=6499112461389358517' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355481908869335130/posts/default/6499112461389358517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355481908869335130/posts/default/6499112461389358517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthemessage.blogspot.com/2009/12/fisica-o-quimica-os-morangos-com-acucar.html' title='Física o Química - Os Morangos com Açúcar espanhóis'/><author><name>Morgaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07751981351870808712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bxuvykFBSjM/S46xyjne46I/AAAAAAAAASI/4aJYDy8y21A/S220/disney_characters_minnie_mouse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355481908869335130.post-3711937089198072107</id><published>2009-11-23T20:25:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-11-23T21:22:51.127Z</updated><title type='text'>2012 - O Fenómeno</title><content type='html'>Será que o Mundo vai acabar em 2012?&lt;br /&gt;  Há várias profecias que nos sugerem que o Mundo vai sofrer uma grande alteração em 2012, o Calendário Maia até a data nos dá...21 de Dezembro de 2012!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Segundo estas profecias o Mundo não vai acabar necessariamente em 2012, mas vai sofrer uma alteração tão grande que desaparecerá tal como o conhecemos.&lt;br /&gt;  Sabe-se que durante o solstício de Inverno em 2012 a Terra estará alinhada com o Sol e com o centro da Via Láctea e sabe-se também que no centro da nossa galáxia há um buraco negro supermassivo. Há quem diga (baseado em várias teorias de Einstein) que este alinhamento levará a uma mudança no campo magnético terrestre da Terra e que isto levará a vários fenómenos da Natureza, Sismos, Vulcões, etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Segundo o livro Chinês I Ching (sobre concepções do Mundo e filosofias de Vida) o Mundo vai acabar dia 21 de Dezembro de 2012.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Sibyl, um profeta de Roma e Delphi da Grécia que previram correctamente vários acontecimentos, previram também um acontecimento muito importante para esta altura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Vários profetas medievais, tais como Merlin (mágico da corte do Rei Artur), que previram Napoleão, Hitler, o nome da 1ª colónia na América, etc...previram que neste século acontecerá um ataque nuclear terrorista nos EUA, que o aquecimento global será muito evidente e que...nada mais nada menos, haverá uma grave mudança no campo magnético terrestre que levará a um desastre global.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Um projecto baseado no que vai aparecendo na Web, chamado Webbot, que também já tinha previsto 11 de Setembro e Junho de 2001 prevê também um acontecimento Global em 2012.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  São realmente várias as profecias, e dão em que pensar...o que acham de tudo isto?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Há agora um filme nas salas de cinema, que se chama 2012, deixo aqui o Trailer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Hz86TsGx3fc&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Hz86TsGx3fc&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Fica aqui também um pequeno resumo da Teoria Maia (Em Português do Brasil)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/y3vcYnZ7VBQ&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/y3vcYnZ7VBQ&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Nota: Vários dados foram tirados do sítio:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  http://www.cienciahoje.pt/index.php?oid=21960&amp;op=all&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6355481908869335130-3711937089198072107?l=behindthemessage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthemessage.blogspot.com/feeds/3711937089198072107/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355481908869335130&amp;postID=3711937089198072107' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355481908869335130/posts/default/3711937089198072107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355481908869335130/posts/default/3711937089198072107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthemessage.blogspot.com/2009/11/2012-o-fenomeno.html' title='2012 - O Fenómeno'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061373382693979494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.zihnisinir.com/TR/images/dozsya1/maggie-fight.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355481908869335130.post-3037973779615089307</id><published>2009-11-06T17:17:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-11-06T17:20:17.244Z</updated><title type='text'>Good girls go Bad! ;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qRPVp0eu5Tk&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qRPVp0eu5Tk&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="480" height="295" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&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/6355481908869335130-3037973779615089307?l=behindthemessage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthemessage.blogspot.com/feeds/3037973779615089307/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355481908869335130&amp;postID=3037973779615089307' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355481908869335130/posts/default/3037973779615089307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355481908869335130/posts/default/3037973779615089307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthemessage.blogspot.com/2009/11/good-girls-go-bad.html' title='Good girls go Bad! ;)'/><author><name>Morgaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07751981351870808712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bxuvykFBSjM/S46xyjne46I/AAAAAAAAASI/4aJYDy8y21A/S220/disney_characters_minnie_mouse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355481908869335130.post-9143452026568991037</id><published>2009-10-31T14:24:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-10-31T14:55:56.984Z</updated><title type='text'>Plágios do Tony Carreira</title><content type='html'>Ontem, eu e uma amiga espanhola estavamos no youtube e ela estava a mostrar-me músicas espanholas, e mostrou-me uma que a mim pareceu-me quase igual a uma do Tony Carreira. Ouvimos as duas e são mesmo parecidas. A do Tony "Sonhar Contigo" surgiu um ano depois da do Raúl - "Sueño su boca". Quando fui ao youtube procurar as duas música para pôr aqui descobri que afinal não foi só esta que ele plagiou, foram uma data delas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony Carreia - Sonhar Contigo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="384" height="313"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Kf2wAOUUAFE&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Kf2wAOUUAFE&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="384" height="313" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raúl - Sueño su boca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LtiWeLy1Qtc&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LtiWeLy1Qtc&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outros plágios:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8nkgwEkTjtE&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8nkgwEkTjtE&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OTbPfPtI7fo&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OTbPfPtI7fo&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&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/6355481908869335130-9143452026568991037?l=behindthemessage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthemessage.blogspot.com/feeds/9143452026568991037/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355481908869335130&amp;postID=9143452026568991037' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355481908869335130/posts/default/9143452026568991037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355481908869335130/posts/default/9143452026568991037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthemessage.blogspot.com/2009/10/plagios-do-tony-carreira.html' title='Plágios do Tony Carreira'/><author><name>Morgaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07751981351870808712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bxuvykFBSjM/S46xyjne46I/AAAAAAAAASI/4aJYDy8y21A/S220/disney_characters_minnie_mouse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355481908869335130.post-7946879998975801455</id><published>2009-10-31T14:23:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-10-31T14:24:22.051Z</updated><title type='text'>Skecth de Ciências da Saúde - Noite da Medicina 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/w9IcA4LRVwg&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/w9IcA4LRVwg&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&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/6355481908869335130-7946879998975801455?l=behindthemessage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthemessage.blogspot.com/feeds/7946879998975801455/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355481908869335130&amp;postID=7946879998975801455' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355481908869335130/posts/default/7946879998975801455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355481908869335130/posts/default/7946879998975801455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthemessage.blogspot.com/2009/10/skecth-de-ciencias-da-saude-noite-da.html' title='Skecth de Ciências da Saúde - Noite da Medicina 2009'/><author><name>Morgaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07751981351870808712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bxuvykFBSjM/S46xyjne46I/AAAAAAAAASI/4aJYDy8y21A/S220/disney_characters_minnie_mouse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355481908869335130.post-5618480279673078738</id><published>2009-10-22T22:35:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T22:43:05.041+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ponto de Luz</title><content type='html'>Olá mais uma vez!&lt;br /&gt; Bem, de nenhum post em algum tempo este blog em poucos dias parece que voltou à acção. Sei que o post vem no mesmo dia, mas não deixem de ler o da Anjali com grandes novidades sobre ela :) e queria deixar um Parabéns por ter entrado em Oxford, espero ir visitar-te a Londres ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; O meu post é para mostrar-vos uma música que descobri hoje e que não consegui largar mais, esta música dá-me uma grande sensação de calma e paz que poucas conseguiram até agora. O nome é Ponto de Luz e é de uma grande artista Portuguesa com ascendencia Cabo Verdiana, a Sara Tavares.&lt;br /&gt; Espero que gostem :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/R2i_-F8JftE&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/R2i_-F8JftE&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Escutando no vento&lt;br /&gt;  Tua voz secreta&lt;br /&gt;  Que me sopra por dentro&lt;br /&gt;  Deixe-me ser só ser&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  No teu colo eu me entrego&lt;br /&gt;  Para que me nutras&lt;br /&gt;  E me envolvas&lt;br /&gt;  Deixa-me ser só ser&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Um ponto de luz&lt;br /&gt;  Que me seduz&lt;br /&gt;  Aceso na alma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Um ponto de luz&lt;br /&gt;  Que me conduz&lt;br /&gt;  Aceso na alma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Por trás dessa nuvem&lt;br /&gt;  Ardendo no céu&lt;br /&gt;  O fogo do sol rai&lt;br /&gt;  Eternamente quente&lt;br /&gt;  Liberta-me a mente&lt;br /&gt;  Liberta-me a mente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Um ponto de luz&lt;br /&gt;  Que me seduz&lt;br /&gt;  Aceso na alma (2x)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6355481908869335130-5618480279673078738?l=behindthemessage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthemessage.blogspot.com/feeds/5618480279673078738/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355481908869335130&amp;postID=5618480279673078738' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355481908869335130/posts/default/5618480279673078738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355481908869335130/posts/default/5618480279673078738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthemessage.blogspot.com/2009/10/ponto-de-luz.html' title='Ponto de Luz'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061373382693979494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.zihnisinir.com/TR/images/dozsya1/maggie-fight.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355481908869335130.post-4337745062193242226</id><published>2009-10-21T17:45:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T18:05:59.157+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Oxford Life'/><title type='text'>hey everyone! i'm back! (almost)</title><content type='html'>hi!!&lt;br /&gt;I've been a very bad blogger for a very long time now, i apologize for that.&lt;br /&gt;in my defence i had a long battle with universities and well.. it wore me out! actually not only me, but my whole family.&lt;br /&gt;Enfin, after months and months here i am at university.&lt;br /&gt;because i was a bit late n all the problems , i had another set of problems ahead of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now everything seems to be alright.. just that i have so much work,with so many places to go everyday, so many things to be bought - and most horrendously, without a laptop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since it is a rule here that i have to check my college email once a day, at least, I've had to go to the libraries n stuff.. n I've spent an average of 1.5 hr just checking emails and replying to them everyday!&lt;br /&gt;it's nuts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are so many misconceptions and general curiosity about the life of an Oxford student. so here i will try to give you an insight of how it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;observation 1: You either live comfortably, managing your work food and parties, hence living in this bubble. just to give you an idea, i have not heard of any international news since the past 3 weeks ( and i used to read the newspaper everyday)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or you join these clubs, try to make the maximum of your life as a student of such a reputed university - and you hardly sleep and are overworked with many sandwiches and crisps as meals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I prefer to be in category 2, but i don't know how long this is going to last1&lt;br /&gt;i have joined too many societies and clubs, and sadly most are science based!!&lt;br /&gt;I seriously need to diversify...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I mentioned I was matriculated this Saturday?2 guys spoke a line in Latin each and that was about it.. but the Sheldonian Theatre is quite nice.. and the uniforms are not as bad as I thought.. although i must say, they are NOT warm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Curious fact: when getting matriculated as undergraduates, guys cannot wear their cap inside the Sheldonian theatre, but girls can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my friends and I are going to some play today (friend's idea). I really hope it's good because I'm missing a since society lecture for it... so I must go.&lt;br /&gt;More insights to come as soon as I can lay my hands on a pc when I'm not going mad with ridiculous amounts of email (in short it'll be at least a week)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall go. Take care and enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope u enjoyed this. till next time,&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;Anjali&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS:For some photos of my life there, check my facebook account.. i will try to put up some pics here once i get a laptop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6355481908869335130-4337745062193242226?l=behindthemessage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthemessage.blogspot.com/feeds/4337745062193242226/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355481908869335130&amp;postID=4337745062193242226' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355481908869335130/posts/default/4337745062193242226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355481908869335130/posts/default/4337745062193242226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthemessage.blogspot.com/2009/10/hey-everyone-im-back-almost.html' title='hey everyone! i&apos;m back! (almost)'/><author><name>Anjali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17618415279328328097</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-6355481908869335130.post-5850508403893979460</id><published>2009-10-20T17:47:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T18:03:47.215+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Free Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_43IBBgC26t8/St3sxJynF7I/AAAAAAAAACQ/voSISUCnl5U/s1600-h/colour_me_free.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 304px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_43IBBgC26t8/St3sxJynF7I/AAAAAAAAACQ/voSISUCnl5U/s320/colour_me_free.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394728257845663666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Hoje sai nos Estados Unidos da América o novo cd da Joss Stone que se chama "Colour Me Free". &lt;br /&gt;  Este é para mim um dos cd's mais aguardados do ano (sou fã) principalmente porque a Joss teve de "lutar" com a editora (EMI) para poder lançar o album que ja deveria ter saido em finais de 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  O primeiro single do álbum é a musica Free Me, a qual ponho aqui para ouvirem (espero que gostem), e é uma resposta à editora. &lt;br /&gt;  Eu vejo a música também na perspectiva de seguirmos os nossos sonhos e nunca deixarmos que nada nem ninguém interfira no nosso caminho :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Aqui têm o video e a letra:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/m0tGE2N3NKE&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/m0tGE2N3NKE&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Ain’t I got you on my back foot &lt;br /&gt;  And you know I got to feeling good &lt;br /&gt;  Cause there’s something deep inside of me &lt;br /&gt;  I got to be &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  And if you find it hard to follow me &lt;br /&gt;  If I loose you in my creative stream &lt;br /&gt;  Than you only got to raise your eyes &lt;br /&gt;  And see me fly &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Don’t tell me that I won’t &lt;br /&gt;  I will &lt;br /&gt;  Don’t tell me that I’m not &lt;br /&gt;  I am &lt;br /&gt;  Don’t tell me that my master plan &lt;br /&gt;  Ain't coming through &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Don’t tell me that I won’t &lt;br /&gt;  I will &lt;br /&gt;  Don’t tell me how to think &lt;br /&gt;  I fell &lt;br /&gt;  Don’t tell me cause I know what’s real &lt;br /&gt;  What I can do &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Something that you don’t see every day &lt;br /&gt;  A little girl who has found her way &lt;br /&gt;  In world that tries to take away &lt;br /&gt;  All of your dreams &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I think there’s one thing I will say to you &lt;br /&gt;  That there is nothing that you can’t do &lt;br /&gt;  Cause it’s all about your attitude &lt;br /&gt;  Don’t let them get to you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Don’t tell me that I won’t &lt;br /&gt;  I will &lt;br /&gt;  Don’t tell me that I’m not &lt;br /&gt;  I am &lt;br /&gt;  Don’t tell me that my master plan &lt;br /&gt;  Ain't coming through &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Don’t tell me that I won’t &lt;br /&gt;  I will &lt;br /&gt;  Don’t tell me how to think &lt;br /&gt;  I fell &lt;br /&gt;  Don’t tell me cause I know what’s real &lt;br /&gt;  What I can do &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  And when we’re singing it out our voice &lt;br /&gt;  We can make that choice to be free (2x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Music, hey, I love it &lt;br /&gt;  Yeah, yes, I do &lt;br /&gt;  Music, now, now, now, what &lt;br /&gt;  I love it, yes, I do &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Don’t tell me that I won’t &lt;br /&gt;  I will &lt;br /&gt;  Don’t tell me that I’m not &lt;br /&gt;  I am &lt;br /&gt;  Don’t tell me that my master plan &lt;br /&gt;  Ain't coming through &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Don’t tell me that I won’t &lt;br /&gt;  I will &lt;br /&gt;  Don’t tell me how to think &lt;br /&gt;  I fell &lt;br /&gt;  Don’t tell me cause I know what’s real &lt;br /&gt;  What I can do &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Free me (4x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nota: A letra da música pode não estar totalmente correcta mas foi a que achei mais de acordo com o que ouço na musica.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6355481908869335130-5850508403893979460?l=behindthemessage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://www.zihnisinir.com/TR/images/dozsya1/maggie-fight.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_43IBBgC26t8/St3sxJynF7I/AAAAAAAAACQ/voSISUCnl5U/s72-c/colour_me_free.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355481908869335130.post-3464938296851689949</id><published>2009-09-25T21:22:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T21:23:09.326+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Origin of Stupidity</title><content type='html'>Olá!&lt;br /&gt;A Anjali pediu para publicar este video no blogue, aqui está:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fmHN3JtyUXg&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fmHN3JtyUXg&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&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/6355481908869335130-3464938296851689949?l=behindthemessage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthemessage.blogspot.com/feeds/3464938296851689949/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355481908869335130&amp;postID=3464938296851689949' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355481908869335130/posts/default/3464938296851689949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355481908869335130/posts/default/3464938296851689949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthemessage.blogspot.com/2009/09/origin-of-stupidity.html' title='Origin of Stupidity'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061373382693979494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.zihnisinir.com/TR/images/dozsya1/maggie-fight.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355481908869335130.post-4461051710796159562</id><published>2009-09-06T17:15:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T17:19:00.064+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Charlie Bit My Finger!</title><content type='html'>Olá!&lt;br /&gt;Este blogue já está parado há algum tempo...&lt;br /&gt;Quem me conhece sabe que eu adoro crianças e quando vi o vídeo destes na internet achei-os muito muito giros :) e então decidi por aqui no blogue pa ver o que vocês acham.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_OBlgSz8sSM&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_OBlgSz8sSM&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adorei o facto do irmão mais velho ainda se rir com a situação, muito querido mesmo...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6355481908869335130-4461051710796159562?l=behindthemessage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthemessage.blogspot.com/feeds/4461051710796159562/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355481908869335130&amp;postID=4461051710796159562' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355481908869335130/posts/default/4461051710796159562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355481908869335130/posts/default/4461051710796159562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthemessage.blogspot.com/2009/09/charlie-bit-my-finger.html' title='Charlie Bit My Finger!'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061373382693979494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.zihnisinir.com/TR/images/dozsya1/maggie-fight.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355481908869335130.post-223094361133791651</id><published>2009-08-15T21:41:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T21:44:48.061+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Selfish Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2w--fJDFjMA&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2w--fJDFjMA&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way you are&lt;br /&gt;The way you do&lt;br /&gt;The way you breathe&lt;br /&gt;The way you play&lt;br /&gt;The way you feel&lt;br /&gt;The way you touch&lt;br /&gt;The way you entry to my mind (my mind)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you (I love you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way you are&lt;br /&gt;The way you do&lt;br /&gt;The way you breathe&lt;br /&gt;The way you play&lt;br /&gt;The way you feel&lt;br /&gt;The way you touch&lt;br /&gt;The way you entry to my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You… I love you (I love you)… you (2x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way you smile&lt;br /&gt;The way you talk&lt;br /&gt;The way you kiss&lt;br /&gt;The way you love&lt;br /&gt;The way you look&lt;br /&gt;The way you walk&lt;br /&gt;The way you entry to my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You… I want you (I want you)&lt;br /&gt;You and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way you smile&lt;br /&gt;The way you talk&lt;br /&gt;The way you kiss&lt;br /&gt;The way you love&lt;br /&gt;The way you look&lt;br /&gt;The way you walk&lt;br /&gt;The way you entry to my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You… I want you (I want you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter what you do&lt;br /&gt;And no matter where you go&lt;br /&gt;I know&lt;br /&gt;I love you (I love you - 2x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and me&lt;br /&gt;Oh, just you and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't want nobody else&lt;br /&gt;I don't want nobody else, no&lt;br /&gt;Oh, no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way you are&lt;br /&gt;The way you do&lt;br /&gt;The way you breathe&lt;br /&gt;The way you play&lt;br /&gt;The way you feel&lt;br /&gt;The way you touch&lt;br /&gt;The way you entry to my mind (my mind)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you (I love you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way you smile&lt;br /&gt;The way you talk&lt;br /&gt;The way you kiss&lt;br /&gt;The way you love&lt;br /&gt;The way you look&lt;br /&gt;The way you walk&lt;br /&gt;The way you entry to my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I want&lt;br /&gt;I love you (4x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6355481908869335130-223094361133791651?l=behindthemessage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthemessage.blogspot.com/feeds/223094361133791651/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355481908869335130&amp;postID=223094361133791651' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355481908869335130/posts/default/223094361133791651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355481908869335130/posts/default/223094361133791651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthemessage.blogspot.com/2009/08/selfish-love.html' title='Selfish Love'/><author><name>Morgaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07751981351870808712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bxuvykFBSjM/S46xyjne46I/AAAAAAAAASI/4aJYDy8y21A/S220/disney_characters_minnie_mouse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355481908869335130.post-5562443956658656044</id><published>2009-08-10T15:10:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T15:18:07.970+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Você é o que come?</title><content type='html'>Como a análise do que comemos nos pode definir?&lt;br /&gt;http://istoe.terra.com.br:80/planetadinamica/produtos/teste_come/index.asp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este foi o meu resultado: ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabe como curtir a vida, mas sem cometer exageros. É muito preocupado e se priva das coisas por excesso de cuidado. Tudo na sua vida tem que ser belo, doce e gostoso. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É uma pessoa metódica que leva muito em consideração a aparência. Sabe que é preciso alguns momentos de solidão para recarregar as energias. Gosta de manter o controle da situação e saber exatamente onde está pisando.É simples, realista e direto. Nada de rodeios ou frescuras. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acredita que a felicidade está nas coisas simples da vida. Não consegue ficar longe da bagunça das cidades grandes. Sabe digerir e resolver sozinho seus problemas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6355481908869335130-5562443956658656044?l=behindthemessage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthemessage.blogspot.com/feeds/5562443956658656044/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355481908869335130&amp;postID=5562443956658656044' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355481908869335130/posts/default/5562443956658656044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355481908869335130/posts/default/5562443956658656044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthemessage.blogspot.com/2009/08/voce-e-o-que-come.html' title='Você é o que come?'/><author><name>Morgaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07751981351870808712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bxuvykFBSjM/S46xyjne46I/AAAAAAAAASI/4aJYDy8y21A/S220/disney_characters_minnie_mouse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355481908869335130.post-8766601323591624045</id><published>2009-07-31T07:55:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T07:55:04.546+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Khaleej Times Online</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.khaleejtimes.com/weekend/inside.asp?xfile=/data/weekend/2009/July/weekend_July93.xml&amp;section=weekend"&gt;Khaleej Times Online&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shared via &lt;a href="http://addthis.com"&gt;AddThis&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6355481908869335130-8766601323591624045?l=behindthemessage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthemessage.blogspot.com/feeds/8766601323591624045/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355481908869335130&amp;postID=8766601323591624045' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355481908869335130/posts/default/8766601323591624045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355481908869335130/posts/default/8766601323591624045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthemessage.blogspot.com/2009/07/khaleej-times-online.html' title='Khaleej Times Online'/><author><name>Anjali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17618415279328328097</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>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355481908869335130.post-4264052838577061180</id><published>2009-07-11T19:29:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T19:32:37.560+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A Idade do Gelo 3</title><content type='html'>A minha sugestão para quem se quer rir durante 90 minutos ;) O filme é muito muito giro!!! E eu não vi os anteriores. Divirtam-se!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/g_sTDBDM960&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/g_sTDBDM960&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&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/6355481908869335130-4264052838577061180?l=behindthemessage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthemessage.blogspot.com/feeds/4264052838577061180/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355481908869335130&amp;postID=4264052838577061180' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355481908869335130/posts/default/4264052838577061180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355481908869335130/posts/default/4264052838577061180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthemessage.blogspot.com/2009/07/idade-do-gelo-3.html' title='A Idade do Gelo 3'/><author><name>Morgaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07751981351870808712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bxuvykFBSjM/S46xyjne46I/AAAAAAAAASI/4aJYDy8y21A/S220/disney_characters_minnie_mouse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355481908869335130.post-1763194626165288913</id><published>2009-07-04T18:13:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T19:24:08.680+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Lei polémica</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/huff-wires/20090622/eu-france-sarkozy-burqa/images/214ad643-4af7-43ed-8833-f4349f148bc7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 306px;" src="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/huff-wires/20090622/eu-france-sarkozy-burqa/images/214ad643-4af7-43ed-8833-f4349f148bc7.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olá!&lt;br /&gt;Já ouviram com certeza falar na lei polémica que o Presidente da França, Nicolas Sarkozy, quer aprovar. Este disse que as burkas não são bem-vindas em França e que as mesmas fazem das mulheres prisioneiras.&lt;br /&gt;Em primeiro lugar custa-me a acreditar que mulheres que vivem e cresceram em França decidam usar burkas de livre e espontânea vontade, mas assumindo que sim, vi umas mulheres francesas a serem entrevistadas que afirmavam com muita firmeza e confiança que a burka era uma maneira de se expressarem, que as pessoas se expressam de muitas formas e elas fazem-no através da religião e que a burka é a sua liberdade e que as protege dos olhares dos rapazes.&lt;br /&gt;Por outro lado, também mostraram um representante muçulmano da Argélia e residente em França que dizia que a burka não faz parte da religião muçulmana.&lt;br /&gt;De acordo com o Corão, as mulheres devem cobrir o cabelo e serem modestas, não diz que se têm de cobrir da cabeça aos pés, com uma frechinha para poderem ver, anulando a sua identidade numa indumentária que não permite a alguém de fora distingui-las umas das outras, que até podiam ser homens que não se dava conta.&lt;br /&gt;Há tempos também em França ouve a polémica dos hijabs, isso já me parece um certo ataque no que respeita a religião muçulmana, uma vez que faz parte das tradições, para as mulheres que levam "o cobrir dos cabelos" à letra. Agora as burkas, para quem as usa de forma tão firme e confiante, já me parece um bocadinho fanatismo.&lt;br /&gt;Resumindo, eu acho que usar uma burka, principalmente num país ocidental, como uma escolha livre, uma perfeita estupidez, e não acredito que o islamismo seja isso. Quanto a avançar com uma lei que o proíba já não sei. O tal representante dizia que podia ser uma forma de acabar com esse costume desprezível, e nesse caso era bem-vinda. Há tradições e tradições, e algumas não devem ser perpetuadas. Está o Sarkozy a interferir com a Liberdade destas mulheres, ou a libertá-las apesar de elas não o encararem como tal?&lt;br /&gt;O que é que vocês acham?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6355481908869335130-1763194626165288913?l=behindthemessage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthemessage.blogspot.com/feeds/1763194626165288913/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355481908869335130&amp;postID=1763194626165288913' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355481908869335130/posts/default/1763194626165288913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355481908869335130/posts/default/1763194626165288913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthemessage.blogspot.com/2009/07/lei-polemica.html' title='Lei polémica'/><author><name>Morgaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07751981351870808712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bxuvykFBSjM/S46xyjne46I/AAAAAAAAASI/4aJYDy8y21A/S220/disney_characters_minnie_mouse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355481908869335130.post-7219230864213640131</id><published>2009-07-04T15:19:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T15:23:32.954+01:00</updated><title type='text'>More Riddles</title><content type='html'>A Anjali mandou-me um mail com isto porque não conseguia postar, então este é um post dela e não meu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1-A hunter is hunting for bears. He spots one at the edge of a cliff. The cliff is w meters high. He is x meters away from the bear. He shoots at the bear. The bullet travels at y meters/second. After the bullet hits the bear, the bear falls off the cliff after z seconds.&lt;br /&gt;What colour is the bear?&lt;br /&gt;Keep in mind that the values for distance, velocity and time are extremely accurate.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2-A teacher of mathematics used an unconventional method to measure time for a test lasting 15 minutes. He used just a sand-glass, which spills in 7 minutes and a second sand-glass, which spills in 11 minutes. During the whole time he turned the sand-glasses only 3 times. Explain how the teacher measured 15 minutes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3-Two trains 200 km from each other are moving at the speed of 50 km/hour towards each other. At the moment the trains are 200 km from each other a fly takes off from one train, flying straight (upon the rails) to the other train at the speed of 75 km/hour (relative to ground), bounces away from it and flies back to the first train. This is repeated till the trains crash into each other and the fly is smashed.&lt;br /&gt;What distance is the fly able to fly until its death?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4-The circumference of the globe is approximately 40,000 km. If we made a circle of wire around the globe, that is only 10 metres longer than the circumference of earth, could a flea, a rabbit or even a man creep under it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5- You awake inside a small transparent capsule sitting on the surface of Venus. From a small speaker you hear a voice that says, "We will leave you here either for a day or a year. If you choose to stay a day, we will give you $1 million. If you choose to stay a year, we will give you $2 million. Either way, you will have sufficient food and water. We will make sure the temperature is a constant 21 degrees Celsius. We will also supply cable TV."&lt;br /&gt;What is your choice? (Don't let money decide your answer).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6- An advertisement had the following words:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Attention sci-fi addicts and kids of all ages. Now you too can have your very own Photon Emitter Module. Yes, it's true! For only $39.99, you can impress your friends when you show off your Photon Emitter. It's safer than a laser and easy to install in any home. The amazing Photon Emitter Module converts electrons into photons and safely releases them for your viewing pleasure. To get yours, just send $39.99 to ..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are they really selling?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7- Once there was a bus conductor, who was very rude to his passengers.&lt;br /&gt;One day a young girl, of around 18 years, tried to board the bus, but he didn't stop the bus. Unfortunately the beautiful young girl came under the bus and died on the spot.&lt;br /&gt;Angry passengers took the conductor to the police station, who in turn took him to the court.&lt;br /&gt;The judge was not at all impressed with him and gave him capital punishment.&lt;br /&gt;He was taken to the electrocution chamber. There was a single chair in the centre of the room and a single banana peel at one corner of the room. The conductor was strapped to the chair and high voltage current was given to him. &lt;br /&gt;But to everyone's amazement, he survived. The judge decided to set him free, and he returned to his profession.&lt;br /&gt;After a few months, this time, a middle aged woman tried to board the bus but the conductor didn't stop the bus. Unfortunately, this time also, the middle aged woman came under the bus and died on the spot.&lt;br /&gt;Again angry passengers took him to the police station, who in turn took him to the court. The judge took one look at the conductor and gave him capital punishment.&lt;br /&gt;The conductor was taken to the same electrocution chamber where there was single chair in the centre of the room and a single banana peel at one corner of the room. He was strapped to the chair and high voltage current was given to him. This time also to everyone's amazement, he survived. &lt;br /&gt;The judge decided to set him free, and he returned to his profession.&lt;br /&gt;A couple of months later, an elderly gentleman tried to board the bus. This time the conductor, remembering his earlier experiences, stopped the bus.&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately the elderly gentleman slipped and died due to his injuries.&lt;br /&gt;The conductor was taken to the police station and then to the court, to the same judge. Though he hadn't done anything wrong, but considering his past record the judge decided to set an example and gave him capital punishment.&lt;br /&gt;The conductor was again taken to the same electrocution chamber where there was a single chair in the centre of the room and a single banana peel at one corner of the room. He was strapped to the chair and high voltage current was given to him. This time he died instantly!&lt;br /&gt;The question is why didn't he die on the first two occasions, but died instantly the third time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8- Cindy, a High School cheerleader, told her fellow cheerleaders that she was worried about changing for practice in their locker room. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems that she overheard the science teacher, Dr. Smith, telling the Principal that he had just invented an invisibility potion which turns whoever drinks a sip of the potion completely invisible for 24 hours. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bad news was that someone had stolen a bottle of it from Dr. Smith's lab. Cindy was worried that the thief was a guy and that he might already be invisible, hiding in their locker room and waiting to watch them undress. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jane, the Head Cheerleader and President of the Science Club, believed Cindy since she knew Dr. Smith was working on the potion, but told her they had nothing to worry about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Since Jane did not steal the potion or know who had stolen the potion, how could she be so sure their privacy would not be compromised?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HINT: Jane knows a lot about human anatomy and physics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have Fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6355481908869335130-7219230864213640131?l=behindthemessage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthemessage.blogspot.com/feeds/7219230864213640131/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355481908869335130&amp;postID=7219230864213640131' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355481908869335130/posts/default/7219230864213640131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355481908869335130/posts/default/7219230864213640131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthemessage.blogspot.com/2009/07/more-riddles.html' title='More Riddles'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061373382693979494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.zihnisinir.com/TR/images/dozsya1/maggie-fight.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355481908869335130.post-4422475679460646769</id><published>2009-07-04T11:52:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T12:09:20.599+01:00</updated><title type='text'>funky lights</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dpKPVgZ4Noo/Sk83RxaRsWI/AAAAAAAAAAs/oCOYh8hMDPg/s1600-h/funky+lights.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 517px; HEIGHT: 305px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354559260427661666" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dpKPVgZ4Noo/Sk83RxaRsWI/AAAAAAAAAAs/oCOYh8hMDPg/s400/funky+lights.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what this actually is?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6355481908869335130-4422475679460646769?l=behindthemessage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthemessage.blogspot.com/feeds/4422475679460646769/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355481908869335130&amp;postID=4422475679460646769' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355481908869335130/posts/default/4422475679460646769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355481908869335130/posts/default/4422475679460646769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthemessage.blogspot.com/2009/07/funky-lights.html' title='funky lights'/><author><name>Anjali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17618415279328328097</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dpKPVgZ4Noo/Sk83RxaRsWI/AAAAAAAAAAs/oCOYh8hMDPg/s72-c/funky+lights.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355481908869335130.post-8333062014830002744</id><published>2009-07-03T22:20:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T22:28:30.886+01:00</updated><title type='text'>"O Monstrengo"</title><content type='html'>Recentemente estive a ver o debate sobre o Estado da Nação na Assembleia da Republica. Não, não vou falar sobre o caso do ministro Manuel Pinho mas queria apenas sim explicar porque fiz este post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O ministro das Finanças Teixeira dos Santos no seu discurso final resolveu enunciar o livro "Mensagem" de Fernando Pessoa e mais concretamente "O Monstrengo". Enunciou o poema referindo-se aos seus adversarios como o Monstrengo e ao seu Governo como o Homem do Leme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este está longe de ser um post sobre política e concordando ou não com esta comparação gostei de como ele falou nos nossos adversarios como o Monstrengo que nos atormenta e que devemos ser sempre o Homem do Leme e lutar pelas nossas conquistas, pelos nossos objectivos independentemente do que temos a lutar contra nós.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fica aqui então o poema do Fernando Pessoa:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O mostrengo que está no fim do mar&lt;br /&gt;Na noite de breu ergueu-se a voar;&lt;br /&gt;A roda da nau voou três vezes,&lt;br /&gt;Voou três vezes a chiar,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E disse: «Quem é que ousou entrar&lt;br /&gt;Nas minhas cavernas que não desvendo,&lt;br /&gt;Meus tectos negros do fim do mundo?»&lt;br /&gt;E o homem do leme disse, tremendo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;«El-Rei D. João Segundo!»&lt;br /&gt;«De quem são as velas onde me roço?&lt;br /&gt;De quem as quilhas que vejo e ouço?»&lt;br /&gt;Disse o mostrengo, e rodou três vezes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Três vezes rodou imundo e grosso.&lt;br /&gt;«Quem vem poder o que só eu posso,&lt;br /&gt;Que moro onde nunca ninguém me visse&lt;br /&gt;E escorro os medos do mar sem fundo?»&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E o homem do leme tremeu, e disse:&lt;br /&gt;«El-Rei D. João Segundo!»&lt;br /&gt;Três vezes do leme as mãos ergueu,&lt;br /&gt;Três vezes ao leme as reprendeu,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E disse no fim de tremer três vezes:&lt;br /&gt;«Aqui ao leme sou mais do que eu:&lt;br /&gt;Sou um povo que quer o mar que é teu;&lt;br /&gt;E mais que o mostrengo, que me a alma teme&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E roda nas trevas do fim do mundo,&lt;br /&gt;Manda a vontade, que me ata ao leme,&lt;br /&gt;De El-Rei D. João Segundo!»&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Fernando Pessoa in &lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Mensagem&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6355481908869335130-8333062014830002744?l=behindthemessage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthemessage.blogspot.com/feeds/8333062014830002744/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355481908869335130&amp;postID=8333062014830002744' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355481908869335130/posts/default/8333062014830002744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355481908869335130/posts/default/8333062014830002744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthemessage.blogspot.com/2009/07/o-monstrengo.html' title='&quot;O Monstrengo&quot;'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061373382693979494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.zihnisinir.com/TR/images/dozsya1/maggie-fight.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355481908869335130.post-8422763661371747266</id><published>2009-07-02T23:14:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T23:17:53.973+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Multiplicações</title><content type='html'>Hoje em dia toda a gente usa máquinas de calcular para fazer contas, eu própria também o faço a não ser quando não posso e tenho de recorrer ao papel e multiplicar os numeros um a um.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas...há uma maneira de multiplicar que nunca me tinham ensinado e é essa maneira que está aqui no video:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dCshFWXUCyU&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dCshFWXUCyU&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então era assim que os Maias faziam as multiplicações...&lt;br /&gt;Gostava que me tivessem ensinado mais cedo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6355481908869335130-8422763661371747266?l=behindthemessage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthemessage.blogspot.com/feeds/8422763661371747266/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355481908869335130&amp;postID=8422763661371747266' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355481908869335130/posts/default/8422763661371747266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355481908869335130/posts/default/8422763661371747266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthemessage.blogspot.com/2009/07/multiplicacoes.html' title='Multiplicações'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061373382693979494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.zihnisinir.com/TR/images/dozsya1/maggie-fight.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355481908869335130.post-2334851863473398446</id><published>2009-06-29T00:00:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T13:15:16.962+01:00</updated><title type='text'>HB and Keep On Walking</title><content type='html'>Olá!&lt;br /&gt;Os fãs da Ana Free estão familiarizados com este nome: "Keep On Walking". Este é o nome da nova música da Ana Free (o single depois da "In My Place") e o 1º a ter direito a videoclip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É o videoclip que quero partilhar com vocês, aqui está:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HyltlQHKXkQ&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HyltlQHKXkQ&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu gostei bastante do video, mas eu sou um bocado suspeita visto que gosto de quase tudo o que ela faz no mundo da música ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E sendo hoje dia 29 de Junho, é também o dia de anos da cantora e queria já agora deixar-lhe aqui os meus PARABÉNS. Este foi definitivamente um grande ano para a Ana Free e espero que continue caminhando para o sucesso.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6355481908869335130-2334851863473398446?l=behindthemessage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthemessage.blogspot.com/feeds/2334851863473398446/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355481908869335130&amp;postID=2334851863473398446' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355481908869335130/posts/default/2334851863473398446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355481908869335130/posts/default/2334851863473398446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthemessage.blogspot.com/2009/06/hb-and-keep-on-walking.html' title='HB and Keep On Walking'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061373382693979494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.zihnisinir.com/TR/images/dozsya1/maggie-fight.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355481908869335130.post-8823093347664842183</id><published>2009-06-17T16:09:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T19:41:37.263+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Uma viagem, vários destinos - capítulo VI</title><content type='html'>O Francisco afastou-se ligeiramente do corpo da Alice, em busca de ar depois de um beijo intenso, apaixonado e demorado.&lt;br /&gt;Abriu os olhos e viu que ela lhe sorria. Ele sorriu também e puxou-a de novo para junto de si, ficando os seus rostos a milímetros de distância. A Alice aproximou-se mais e deu-lhe um beijo calmo e suave.&lt;br /&gt;Ao saírem finalmente da casa de banho de mão dadas ouviram alguém chamá-los. Voltaram-se e viram os seus amigos a meterem-se com eles. Riram-se e a Alice segurou o rosto do Kiko com a mão livre e deu-lhe um beijo terno numa das bochechas.&lt;br /&gt;"-Vous n'avez pas d'honte, n'est ce pas?" &lt;br /&gt;Olharam na direcção da voz. Uma assistente de bordo fitava-os com um olhar de desprezo. Entreolharam-se espantados.&lt;br /&gt;"-Vous trouvez que nous sommes dans quelque motel? Les toilets ne sont pas des chambres!" - continuou zangada.&lt;br /&gt;A Alice corou até à ponta dos cabelos. Subitamente todos os passageiros mais próximos tinham os olhares fixos neles. Inesperadamente ouviu o Kiko a tentar reprimir uma gargalhada. Deu-lhe um esticão no braço e olhou para ele incrédula.&lt;br /&gt;"-Kiko!" - protestou em voz baixa.&lt;br /&gt;"-Ah! Le monsieur pense que c'est raison pour rigoler, quoi?!"&lt;br /&gt;"-Madame, excusez, mais nous n'avons fait rien de que vous avez imaginé.." - começou a Alice.&lt;br /&gt;"-J'ai vu très bien qu'est ce qui c'est passé!"&lt;br /&gt;O Kiko não se conseguiu controlar mais e desmanchou-se a rir às gargalhadas.&lt;br /&gt;"-Kiko!" - exclamou bem alto a Alice dando-lhe uma palmada no braço.&lt;br /&gt;A uns metros de distância soavam também as gargalhadas da Teresa, do Zack e da Carla.&lt;br /&gt;"-Vocês são inacreditáveis!" - respondeu-lhes chateada.&lt;br /&gt;"Pardonne-moi madame! Nous sommes desolés. C'été la derniére fois! - disse o Francisco. Agarrou na mão da Alice e afastaram-se rapidamente para os seus lugares antes que a hospedeira pudesse responder.&lt;br /&gt;Mais tarde à saída do avião a assistente de bordo lançou-lhes um olhar fatal, enquanto balbuciava de lábios quase cerrados, os agradecimentos por terem escolhido aquela companhia de voo.&lt;br /&gt;Deixaram as malas na pousada onde conseguiram arranjar vaga e partiram à descoberta da cidade.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6355481908869335130-8823093347664842183?l=behindthemessage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthemessage.blogspot.com/feeds/8823093347664842183/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355481908869335130&amp;postID=8823093347664842183' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355481908869335130/posts/default/8823093347664842183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355481908869335130/posts/default/8823093347664842183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthemessage.blogspot.com/2009/06/uma-viagem-varios-destinos-capitulo-vi.html' title='Uma viagem, vários destinos - capítulo VI'/><author><name>Morgaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07751981351870808712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bxuvykFBSjM/S46xyjne46I/AAAAAAAAASI/4aJYDy8y21A/S220/disney_characters_minnie_mouse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355481908869335130.post-5853825076875070519</id><published>2009-06-14T22:24:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T22:32:17.021+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sky - Ranishek</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Z8NGTt9MFzk&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Z8NGTt9MFzk&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da autoria de cinemaobsessive. Está lindo Rita! Adorei! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6355481908869335130-5853825076875070519?l=behindthemessage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthemessage.blogspot.com/feeds/5853825076875070519/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355481908869335130&amp;postID=5853825076875070519' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355481908869335130/posts/default/5853825076875070519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355481908869335130/posts/default/5853825076875070519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthemessage.blogspot.com/2009/06/sky-ranishek.html' title='Sky - Ranishek'/><author><name>Morgaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07751981351870808712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bxuvykFBSjM/S46xyjne46I/AAAAAAAAASI/4aJYDy8y21A/S220/disney_characters_minnie_mouse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355481908869335130.post-5729730966966043604</id><published>2009-06-14T12:38:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T12:52:26.790+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Exposição do Titanic</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.invesfer.pt/pt/image/Bres_Fachada%20Principal%20251.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 311px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 205px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.invesfer.pt/pt/image/Bres_Fachada%20Principal%20251.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fabianocoura.com/blog/images/2007/06/16/titanic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 271px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.fabianocoura.com/blog/images/2007/06/16/titanic.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.forum.pt/media/Imagens/titaniclcamarote_big.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 219px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.forum.pt/media/Imagens/titaniclcamarote_big.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A Exposição continua na Estação do Rossio e ainda não tem data prevista para acabar, portanto ainda vão a tempo de ver.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;À entrada o bilhete que vos dão é um bilhete semelhante aos originais, tendo no reverso os dados do passageiro, quem era, que idade tinha, em que classe viajava e com quem, e também o motivo da viagem. No final da exposição têm uma listagem dos passageiros e podem ver se o vosso sobreviveu ao acidente. A mim calhou-me a Molly, a nova-rica bem-disposta que aparecia no filme, portanto eu soube logo que a minha tinha sobrevivido. Mas pode-vos calhar qualquer pessoa que ia no barco, por acaso a minha era conhecida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pode-se tocar no casco do navio, pode-se cheirar umas amostras de perfume que foram encontradas numa mala e ainda se sente a fragância; irão encontrar uma garrafa de champanhe por abrir entre muitas outras coisas interessantes. Vai valer a pena!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mais informações em: &lt;a href="http://www.titaniclisboa.com/"&gt;http://www.titaniclisboa.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6355481908869335130-5729730966966043604?l=behindthemessage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthemessage.blogspot.com/feeds/5729730966966043604/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355481908869335130&amp;postID=5729730966966043604' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355481908869335130/posts/default/5729730966966043604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355481908869335130/posts/default/5729730966966043604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthemessage.blogspot.com/2009/06/exposicao-do-titanic.html' title='Exposição do Titanic'/><author><name>Morgaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07751981351870808712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bxuvykFBSjM/S46xyjne46I/AAAAAAAAASI/4aJYDy8y21A/S220/disney_characters_minnie_mouse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355481908869335130.post-5072689634438718149</id><published>2009-06-02T19:40:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T19:40:26.627+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Julian Beever em Lisboa</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gEWO3tR8fo8&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gEWO3tR8fo8&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&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/6355481908869335130-5072689634438718149?l=behindthemessage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthemessage.blogspot.com/feeds/5072689634438718149/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355481908869335130&amp;postID=5072689634438718149' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355481908869335130/posts/default/5072689634438718149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355481908869335130/posts/default/5072689634438718149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthemessage.blogspot.com/2009/06/julian-beever-em-lisboa.html' title='Julian Beever em Lisboa'/><author><name>Morgaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07751981351870808712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bxuvykFBSjM/S46xyjne46I/AAAAAAAAASI/4aJYDy8y21A/S220/disney_characters_minnie_mouse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355481908869335130.post-8488139325908409834</id><published>2009-05-31T00:44:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T01:17:10.625+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Grita Michelle de Brito!</title><content type='html'>Olá!&lt;br /&gt;Desta vez decidi fazer um post sobre ténis, um desporto que tenho acompanhado muito nos últimos tempos, e mais particularmente sobre a jovem portuguesa Michelle de Brito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Introduzindo a jogadora, Michelle (Micaela) Larcher de Brito nasceu a 29 de Janeiro de 1993 em Lisboa. É filha de pai português (nascido em Angola) e mãe sul africana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com apenas 9 anos foi para a Nick Bollettieri Tennis Academy na Florida para ser treinada por um dos maiores treinadores até final de 2007, quando começou a ser treinada pelo seu pai, António.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com apenas 16 anos Michelle já é a Melhor Jogadora Portuguesa de todos os tempos, a 1ª portuguesa a integrar o quadro principal de um Grand Slam e é considerada uma grande promessa do ténis Mundial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para quem quiser ver a Michelle a jogar:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/toz7Fix773g&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/toz7Fix773g&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há dois dias atrás Michelle jogou com Aravane Rezai (uma espécie de francesa) no torneio Roland Garros e perdeu pelos parciais 7-6 6-2. Este jogou ficou marcado pelos gritos da jovem jogadora portuguesa. &lt;br /&gt;Aravane Rezai quando estava a perder resolveu queixar-se dos gritos da Michelle à supervisora de jogo e ao árbitro do encontro. Michelle foi respondendo que "Se fosse a Sharapova também lhe pedia para se calar?" ou "Ela só se queixa quando esta a perder".&lt;br /&gt;O que é facto é que as queixas da **** (qualquer palavra que queiram serve lol) desconcentraram a Michelle que começou a perder a partir dessa altura. De referir que a francesa já tinha jogado com a Michelle e na altura não se queixou porque ganhou facilmente, agora veio-se queixar porque? só pode ser porque tava a perder não é? em vez de se queixar devia era ter-se esforçado mais. E não só se queixou como começou a imitar os gritos da Michelle e a gozar sempre que ela fazia uma dupla-falta (algo que a Michelle tem de ver se começa a melhorar, para mim é o único ponto fraco dela). Era mesmo insuportavel a Rezai.&lt;br /&gt;E os franceses ainda a assobiaram no final do jogo, hão-de a aplaudir po ano!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É um facto que os gritos dela são muito alto e muito longos, mas as jogadoras não se incomodam com isso, ela ja jogou muitos jogos assim e so agora é que esta se resolveu queixar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fica aqui então um video onde acho que a Michelle grita MESMO muito (de notar-se que estava no final do jogo e ela já estav muito cansada por isso grita mais):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_gpVtVz0Bm4&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_gpVtVz0Bm4&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curiosidades: Numa recente entrevista Michelle referiu que o seu sonho é dar um jogo de exibição num estádio de futebol. Perguntaram onde e disse no Estádio do Sport Lisboa e Benfica.&lt;br /&gt;Os seus jogadores preferidos são Monica Seles, Martina Hingis e Rafael Nadal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É pena que as pessoas agora só falem dela pelos gritos e não pelo IMENSO talento que tem...&lt;br /&gt;Por isso Michelle...GRITA CADA VEZ MAIS ALTO!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6355481908869335130-8488139325908409834?l=behindthemessage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthemessage.blogspot.com/feeds/8488139325908409834/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355481908869335130&amp;postID=8488139325908409834' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355481908869335130/posts/default/8488139325908409834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355481908869335130/posts/default/8488139325908409834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthemessage.blogspot.com/2009/05/grita-michelle-de-brito.html' title='Grita Michelle de Brito!'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061373382693979494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.zihnisinir.com/TR/images/dozsya1/maggie-fight.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355481908869335130.post-8022130047068165953</id><published>2009-05-19T16:53:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T16:59:26.680+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Festival Eurovisão - Final</title><content type='html'>No passado sábado, dia 16 de Maio foi a final do festival eurovisão da canção 2009 em Moscovo. &lt;br /&gt; Eu gostei bastante da prestação portuguesa, acho que estiveram mesmo muito bem. Para além da nossa música gosto bastante da música da Islândia (na qual votei).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Aqui está então a actuação portuguesa e a actuação da Noruega (vencedores desta edição do festival) :&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8LlIygcsR6A&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8LlIygcsR6A&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; (Comentários do Reino Unido)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Hg-75lIrP7I&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Hg-75lIrP7I&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quais eram as vossas músicas preferidas? E...gostaram do festival?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6355481908869335130-8022130047068165953?l=behindthemessage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthemessage.blogspot.com/feeds/8022130047068165953/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355481908869335130&amp;postID=8022130047068165953' title='13 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355481908869335130/posts/default/8022130047068165953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355481908869335130/posts/default/8022130047068165953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthemessage.blogspot.com/2009/05/festival-eurovisao-final.html' title='Festival Eurovisão - Final'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061373382693979494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.zihnisinir.com/TR/images/dozsya1/maggie-fight.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355481908869335130.post-2738170595192750918</id><published>2009-05-03T19:43:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T23:48:31.779+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Uma viagem, vários destinos - capítulo V</title><content type='html'>-"Kiko, tens noção das horas? Estamos atrasadíssimos!"&lt;br /&gt;-"Eu sei, eu sei! Desculpa!" - respondeu enquanto acabava de meter a mala da Alice na bagageira do táxi e se sentavam os dois no seu interior.&lt;br /&gt;Fizeram o check-in e dirigiram-se apressadamente para a sala de embarque. Quando ainda estavam na zona "Free-shop" ouviram uma voz feminina:&lt;br /&gt;-"Última chamada, voo 746 de Lisboa para Luxemburgo, porta 10!" - que voltou a repetir o anúncio.&lt;br /&gt;Olharam um para o outro de olhos arregalados. O Kiko agarrou na mão da amiga e correram a toda a velocidade em direcção à porta de embarque.&lt;br /&gt;A funcionária disse para se apressarem que o autocarro que iria levar os últimos passageiros estava prestes a sair.&lt;br /&gt;Desceram as escadas apressadamente, o autocarro já tinha fechado as portas e estava arrancar. &lt;br /&gt;Quando os avistou, o motorista travou e abriu as portas de trás. O Francisco entrou primeiro e ainda de mãos dadas com a amiga, puxou a Alice para junto de si. Assim que a Alice entrou, o motorista fechou a porta e arrancou. O impulso projetou a Alice, que ainda não tivera tempo para se agarrar, contra o Kiko, ficando os seus rostos a centímetros de distância, situação que parecia vir-se a repetir com frequência nos últimos meses, pensou Francisco.&lt;br /&gt;A respiração de ambos estava acelerada. A Alice não sabia dizer se era exclusivamente da corrida ou da proximidade. Com a adrenalina a percorrer o seu corpo, o impulso de o beijar era forte, mas o medo e o nervosismo de não ser correspondida apoderaram-se de si contra a sua vontade, que involuntariamente começou a rir, precisamente no momento em que o Kiko tinha ganho coragem para lhe mostrar o que verdadeiramente sentia por ela, para além da amizade que os unia.&lt;br /&gt;O Francisco começou a rir-se também. A mão que segurava a cintura de Alice aliviou a pressão e esta, que tinha ambas as mãos no peito do amigo, afastou-se um pouco e segurou o poste do autocarro. O ambiente ficou mais leve.&lt;br /&gt;Entraram no avião e quando se dirigiam para os seus lugares avistaram os amigos, que lhes acenaram e apontaram para o relógio abanando a cabeça. A Alice apontou para o Kiko que se riu e encolheu os ombros.&lt;br /&gt;Sentados junto a uma das janelas do lado direito do avião, a conversa entre os dois amigos era escassa e a tensão e energia que os envolvia tinha voltado aumentar.&lt;br /&gt;Aquele impasse entre os dois era bastante incomodativo, ambos inibidos de dar o primeiro passo, inseguros apesar do instinto lhes dizer o contrário. Para se libertar momentaneamente daquela tensão, a Alice levantou-se dizendo que ia à casa-de-banho.&lt;br /&gt;O Francisco ficou a vê-la, enquanto ela esperava que alguma ficasse livre.&lt;br /&gt;Encostada à parede e embrenhada nos seus pensamentos sentiu umas mão envolverem a sua cintura e virou-se, tendo apenas tempo de vislumbrar a cara do Francisco, antes de sentir a mão deste apoiar-lhe o rosto, fechar os olhos e sentir a pressão dos seus lábios, contra os seus.&lt;br /&gt;Envolvidos num beijo profundo, há muito desejado e reprimido, todas as suas inseguranças e inibições se perderam. Naquele momento, a 9000 metros de altitude, apenas os dois existiam. Sentiram a porta da casa-de-banho abrir-se e a pessoa que lá estava sair.&lt;br /&gt;Conduzida por Kiko, desapareceram os dois para o seu interior, ignorando o mundo exterior.&lt;br /&gt;Boquiaberta, a Carla dirigiu-se ao lugar da Teresa e do Zack.&lt;br /&gt;-"Não vão acreditar no que é que eu acabei de ver ao sair da casa-de-banho!" - disse entusiasmada.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6355481908869335130-2738170595192750918?l=behindthemessage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthemessage.blogspot.com/feeds/2738170595192750918/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355481908869335130&amp;postID=2738170595192750918' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355481908869335130/posts/default/2738170595192750918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355481908869335130/posts/default/2738170595192750918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthemessage.blogspot.com/2009/05/uma-viagem-varios-destinos-capitulo-v.html' title='Uma viagem, vários destinos - capítulo V'/><author><name>Morgaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07751981351870808712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bxuvykFBSjM/S46xyjne46I/AAAAAAAAASI/4aJYDy8y21A/S220/disney_characters_minnie_mouse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355481908869335130.post-2676826558499495700</id><published>2009-05-01T19:29:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T02:12:20.931+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Uma viagem, vários destinos - capítulo IV</title><content type='html'>Os cinco amigos reuniram-se ao jantar no apartamento do Francisco. Combinavam-se os últimos pormenores antes da compra dos bilhetes do Interrail. Tinham-se decidido  pelo bilhete Interrail One Country Pass para os Países Baixos, Bélgica e Luxemburgo, conhecidos como Benelux. Seriam oito dias, um para visitar Luxemburgo, três para conhecerem a Bélgica e quatro para a Holanda.&lt;br /&gt;-"Portanto, já temos mais ou menos definido o que vamos fazer cada dia, temos os horários dos comboios e as reservas nos albergues. O parque de campismo ainda temos de ver se precisamos de reservar e já temos a reserva do avião de Lisboa para o Aeroporto de Luxemburgo dia quinze de Agosto às sete da manhã" - disse Zack.&lt;br /&gt;-"Sim, e o voo de volta também. Falta-nos é comprar os bilhetes do interrail. Faltam dois meses, portanto já os podemos comprar" - continuou a Alice.&lt;br /&gt;-"Exacto, e não se esqueçam que na Holanda, o Vítor junta-se a nós." - disse a Carla.&lt;br /&gt;-"E levamos três tendas, uma nossa, outra tua, Carla e outra do Francisco" - disse a Teresa.&lt;br /&gt;-"Ah! Esqueci-me de vos dizer, eu aluguei um filme, o "Before Sunrise", que dizem que é muito bom, e apesar de não irmos visitar os países que mostram no filme, acho que é uma boa inspiração para a nossa viagem, Querem ver depois do jantar?"&lt;br /&gt;-"Kiko, eu adorava, mas o Zack e eu temos banco hoje. A seguir ao jantar temos de ir para o hospital. Desculpa..."&lt;br /&gt;-"Eu acho uma óptima ideia..." - disse a Alice, sorrindo-lhe docemente.&lt;br /&gt;-"Não me leves a mal, mas eu já vi o filme, e posso assegura-vos que é muito bom, mas estou muito cansada e amanhã de manhã vou para fora de Lisboa em reportagem e preciso de ir para casa descansar, fica para a próxima, está bem?" - respondeu a Carla.&lt;br /&gt;-"Claro que não levo a mal, e além disso, tenho a companhia da Alice, que é preciosa!" - respondeu, sorrindo na direcção da amiga, que lhe lançou um sorriso tímido, não esperando aquele elogio.&lt;br /&gt;Os amigos cruzaram olhares entre si, revelando o mesmo pensamento, aquela era a sua deixa para saírem.&lt;br /&gt;Depois de Zack, Teresa e Carla se terem despedido, a Alice e o Francisco aninharam-se no sofá para assistirem ao filme, partilhando um cobertor e uma taça de pipocas.&lt;br /&gt;Quando o filme começou, o Francisco envolveu a Alice sob o seu braço, colocando-o em volta dos ombros dela, ao que ela respondeu chegando-se mais perto e encostando a cabeça ao peito do Kiko.&lt;br /&gt;O facto de os amigos não poderem ter ficado agradava a ambos secretamente. Envolvidos naquele abraço, sentiam-se unidos numa simbiose perfeita.&lt;br /&gt;Deixaram-se envolver no romantismo inerente à história e o Francisco puxou-a discretamente para mais perto de si e ela quase automaticamente colocou uma das mãos no peito do Kiko, aproximando o seu rosto do dele. A escassos centímetros um do outro, a Alice sorriu-lhe. Ele segurou-lhe o rosto com a mão do seu braço livre e acabou por beijar-lhe longamente uma das suas bochechas.&lt;br /&gt;A Alice olhou-o nos olhos por uns momentos e voltou a envolver-se nos seus braços, indagando-se sobre o que tinha acabado de acontecer, enquanto assistiam ao resto do filme. Depois deste acabar, o Kiko insistiu que lhe queria mostrar algo e deixou-a no sofá à espera dele. Como estava a demorar, a Alice encostou a cabeça às almofadas e acabou por adormecer.&lt;br /&gt;Quando voltou, o Francisco abanou a cabeça pensando para si próprio "Tinha de ser...!". Chamou-a baixinho, mas não obteve resposta. &lt;br /&gt;Observou-a durante alguns momentos; pensou em acordá-la para a ir levar a casa, mas não teve coragem de perturbar o seu sono tão pacífico. Acariciou-lhe uma das faces e beijou-lhe a testa. De seguida pegou-a delicadamente ao colo para não a acordar e levou-a para o quarto.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6355481908869335130-2676826558499495700?l=behindthemessage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthemessage.blogspot.com/feeds/2676826558499495700/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355481908869335130&amp;postID=2676826558499495700' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355481908869335130/posts/default/2676826558499495700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355481908869335130/posts/default/2676826558499495700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthemessage.blogspot.com/2009/05/uma-viagem-varios-destinos-capitulo-iv.html' title='Uma viagem, vários destinos - capítulo IV'/><author><name>Morgaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07751981351870808712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bxuvykFBSjM/S46xyjne46I/AAAAAAAAASI/4aJYDy8y21A/S220/disney_characters_minnie_mouse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355481908869335130.post-571286510683985858</id><published>2009-04-25T15:46:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T15:52:51.987+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Turismo de Portugal</title><content type='html'>Olá!&lt;br /&gt;Já tinha visto este vídeo há alguns meses na televisão, mas recentemente encontrei-o no youtube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Turismo de Portugal aqui faz um vídeo sobre Portugal, a sua História, tradições, costumes...é provavelmente o melhor vídeo alguma vez feito sobre o nosso país.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aqui fica então o vídeo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qItVNoxNXok&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qItVNoxNXok&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: This video is in Portuguese, whoever wants to listen in English, here's the link:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OhsZZz34AEY&amp;feature=related&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Espero que gostem!&lt;br /&gt;Nós realmente temos um país lindo!&lt;br /&gt;E feliz dia da Liberdade!!&lt;div 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Portugal'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061373382693979494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.zihnisinir.com/TR/images/dozsya1/maggie-fight.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355481908869335130.post-5013075132730197056</id><published>2009-04-21T20:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T20:46:03.742+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebrating Earth Day 22/4</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zVu9eawb1QY&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zVu9eawb1QY&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" 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href='http://behindthemessage.blogspot.com/2009/04/celebrating-earth-day-224.html' title='Celebrating Earth Day 22/4'/><author><name>Morgaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07751981351870808712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bxuvykFBSjM/S46xyjne46I/AAAAAAAAASI/4aJYDy8y21A/S220/disney_characters_minnie_mouse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355481908869335130.post-8344005428639749860</id><published>2009-04-13T21:44:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T21:54:55.643+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Reading Habits</title><content type='html'>The BBC believes most people will have only read 6 of the 100 books here. How do your reading habits stack up?Instructions:Copy into a new note Put an X next to the ones you've read. Include the number you have read in the headline and tag your friends...&lt;br /&gt;1 Pride and Prejudice - Jane Austen -X&lt;br /&gt;2 The Lord of the Rings - JRR Tolkien&lt;br /&gt;3 Jane Eyre - Charlotte Bronte -&lt;br /&gt;4 Harry Potter series - JK Rowling -X&lt;br /&gt;5 To Kill a Mockingbird - Harper Lee -&lt;br /&gt;6 The Bible&lt;br /&gt;7 Wuthering Heights - Emily Bronte -&lt;br /&gt;8 1984 - George Orwell -&lt;br /&gt;9 His Dark Materials - Philip Pullman&lt;br /&gt;10 Great Expectations - Charles Dickens -&lt;br /&gt;11 Little Women - Louisa M Alcot t-&lt;br /&gt;12 Tess of the D’Urbervilles - Thomas Hardy&lt;br /&gt;13 Catch 22 - Joseph Heller -&lt;br /&gt;14 Complete Works of Shakespeare&lt;br /&gt;15 Rebecca - Daphne Du Maurier&lt;br /&gt;16 The Hobbit - JRR Tolkien -&lt;br /&gt;17 Birdsong - Sebastian Faulk&lt;br /&gt;18 Catcher in the Rye - JD Salinger -&lt;br /&gt;19 The Time Traveller’s Wife - Audrey Niffenegger&lt;br /&gt;20 Middlemarch - George Eliot&lt;br /&gt;21 Gone With The Wind - Margaret Mitchell -&lt;br /&gt;22 The Great Gatsby - F Scott Fitzgerald&lt;br /&gt;23 Bleak House - Charles Dickens&lt;br /&gt;24 War and Peace - Leo Tolstoy&lt;br /&gt;25 The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy - Douglas Adams -&lt;br /&gt;26 Brideshead Revisited - Evelyn Waugh&lt;br /&gt;27 Crime and Punishment - Fyodor Dostoyevsky&lt;br /&gt;28 Grapes of Wrath - John Steinbeck&lt;br /&gt;29 Alice in Wonderland - Lewis Carroll&lt;br /&gt;30 The Wind in the Willows - Kenneth Grahame&lt;br /&gt;31 Anna Karenina - Leo Tolstoy&lt;br /&gt;32 David Copperfield - Charles Dickens&lt;br /&gt;33 Chronicles of Narnia - CS Lewis&lt;br /&gt;34 Emma - Jane Austen -X&lt;br /&gt;35 Persuasion - Jane Austen&lt;br /&gt;36 The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe - CS Lewis&lt;br /&gt;37 The Kite Runner - Khaled Hosseini - X&lt;br /&gt;38 Captain Corelli’s Mandolin - Louis De Bernieres&lt;br /&gt;39 Memoirs of a Geisha - Arthur Golden -&lt;br /&gt;40 Winnie the Pooh - AA Milne&lt;br /&gt;41 Animal Farm - George Orwell - X&lt;br /&gt;42 The Da Vinci Code - Dan Brown -X&lt;br /&gt;43 One Hundred Years of Solitude - Gabriel Garcia Marquez -&lt;br /&gt;44 A Prayer for Owen Meany - John Irving&lt;br /&gt;45 The Woman in White - Wilkie Collins&lt;br /&gt;46 Anne of Green Gables - LM Montgomery&lt;br /&gt;47 Far From The Madding Crowd - Thomas Hardy -&lt;br /&gt;48 The Handmaid’s Tale - Margaret Atwood&lt;br /&gt;49 Lord of the Flies - William Golding- Half an X&lt;br /&gt;50 Atonement - Ian McEwan&lt;br /&gt;51 Life of Pi - Yann Martel&lt;br /&gt;52 Dune - Frank Herbert&lt;br /&gt;53 Cold Comfort Farm - Stella Gibbons&lt;br /&gt;54 Sense and Sensibility - Jane Austen-X&lt;br /&gt;55 A Suitable Boy - Vikram Seth -&lt;br /&gt;56 The Shadow of the Wind - Carlos Ruiz Zafon&lt;br /&gt;57 A Tale Of Two Cities - Charles Dickens -&lt;br /&gt;58 Brave New World - Aldous Huxley&lt;br /&gt;59 The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-time - Mark Haddon&lt;br /&gt;60 Love In The Time Of Cholera - Gabriel Garcia Marquez&lt;br /&gt;61 Of Mice and Men - John Steinbeck&lt;br /&gt;62 Lolita - Vladimir Nabokov&lt;br /&gt;63 The Secret History - Donna Tartt&lt;br /&gt;64 The Lovely Bones - Alice Sebold&lt;br /&gt;65 Count of Monte Cristo - Alexandre Dumas&lt;br /&gt;66 On The Road - Jack Kerouac&lt;br /&gt;67 Jude the Obscure - Thomas Hardy&lt;br /&gt;68 Bridget Jones’s Diary - Helen Fielding&lt;br /&gt;69 Midnight’s Children - Salman Rushdie -&lt;br /&gt;70 Moby Dick - Herman Melville&lt;br /&gt;71 Oliver Twist - Charles Dickens - half an X&lt;br /&gt;72 Dracula - Bram Stoker&lt;br /&gt;73 The Secret Garden - Frances Hodgson Burnett -&lt;br /&gt;74 Notes From A Small Island - Bill Bryson&lt;br /&gt;75 Ulysses - James Joyce&lt;br /&gt;76 The Inferno - Dante&lt;br /&gt;77 Swallows and Amazons - Arthur Ransome&lt;br /&gt;78 Germinal - Emile Zola&lt;br /&gt;79 Vanity Fair - William Makepeace Thackeray&lt;br /&gt;80 Possession - AS Byatt&lt;br /&gt;81 A Christmas Carol - Charles Dickens&lt;br /&gt;82 Cloud Atlas - David Mitchell&lt;br /&gt;83 The Color Purple - Alice Walker&lt;br /&gt;84 The Remains of the Day - Kazuo Ishiguro&lt;br /&gt;85 Madame Bovary - Gustave Flaubert&lt;br /&gt;86 A Fine Balance - Rohinton Mistry&lt;br /&gt;87 Charlotte’s Web - EB White&lt;br /&gt;88 The Five People You Meet In Heaven - Mitch Albom&lt;br /&gt;89 Adventures of Sherlock Holmes - Sir Arthur Conan Doyle&lt;br /&gt;90 The Faraway Tree Collection - Enid Blyton -&lt;br /&gt;91 Heart of Darkness - Joseph Conrad&lt;br /&gt;92 The Little Prince - Antoine De Saint-Exupery&lt;br /&gt;93 The Wasp Factory - Iain Banks&lt;br /&gt;94 Watership Down - Richard Adams&lt;br /&gt;95 A Confederacy of Dunces - John Kennedy Toole&lt;br /&gt;96 A Town Like Alice - Nevil Shute&lt;br /&gt;97 The Three Musketeers - Alexandre Dumas&lt;br /&gt;98 Hamlet - William Shakespeare&lt;br /&gt;99 Charlie and the Chocolate Factory - Roald Dahl&lt;br /&gt;100 Les Miserables - Victor Hugo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My total : 8&lt;br /&gt;PS: half an X because for some reason or the other i never finished the book...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I'm an ileterate!!&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe.. there are so many books here i wanted to read but never did...&lt;br /&gt;and there are the books i should have read but never have :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6355481908869335130-8344005428639749860?l=behindthemessage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthemessage.blogspot.com/feeds/8344005428639749860/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355481908869335130&amp;postID=8344005428639749860' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355481908869335130/posts/default/8344005428639749860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355481908869335130/posts/default/8344005428639749860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthemessage.blogspot.com/2009/04/reading-habits.html' title='Reading Habits'/><author><name>Anjali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17618415279328328097</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-6355481908869335130.post-2379484622952310181</id><published>2009-04-06T22:48:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T22:52:25.817+01:00</updated><title type='text'>É isso aí</title><content type='html'>Bem...nem sabem quantas vezes já ouvi esta música hoje, estou mesmo super viciada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já gostava imenso da cantora e até já tinha ouvido esta música mas não sei porque hoje não me sai da cabeça, então resolvi partilhá-la com todos vocês.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A música é a É isso aí da Ana Carolina com Seu Jorge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acho que ficou mesmo espectacular, espero que também gostem e que não achem que foi uma perca de tempo ouvir =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9jD0XqnpO58&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9jD0XqnpO58&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resta-me só dizer que acho a Ana Carolina uma das melhores compositoras e cantoras brasileiras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6355481908869335130-2379484622952310181?l=behindthemessage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthemessage.blogspot.com/feeds/2379484622952310181/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355481908869335130&amp;postID=2379484622952310181' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355481908869335130/posts/default/2379484622952310181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355481908869335130/posts/default/2379484622952310181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthemessage.blogspot.com/2009/04/e-isso-ai.html' title='É isso aí'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061373382693979494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.zihnisinir.com/TR/images/dozsya1/maggie-fight.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355481908869335130.post-4337007157897137900</id><published>2009-04-06T15:53:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T18:39:04.888+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Uma viagem, vários destinos - capítulo III</title><content type='html'>No dia seguinte decidiram-se ficar pela piscina e o Francisco e a Alice conversavam animadamente  dentro de água. A reacção da farmacêutica ao saber que Francisco andava a sair com outra mulher  surpreendeu-a a si própria, tinha-se sentido traída sem razão absolutamente nenhuma, o kiko era livre de namorar  ou sair com quem ele quisesse, afinal eles eram só amigos. Porque é que ela sentia que algo estava errado? Olhava os olhos azuis e penetrantes do seu melhor amigo. Nunca seriam mais do que isso? Kiko nunca olharia para si como uma mulher? Esse pensamento entristeceu-a momentaneamente.&lt;br /&gt;-"Está tudo bem?"&lt;br /&gt;-"Está, mas eu vou sair um bocado da água. Até já!"&lt;br /&gt;Francisco ficou a ver Alice sair da piscina e deitar-se na toalha. Ela mexia com ele e o corpo dela deixava-lo doido. Às vezes tinha de se controlar e lembrar-se que eram apenas amigos. A Alice nunca imaginaria os pensamentos menos próprios que por vezes atravessavam o seu espírito, pensou Francisco. Ele tinha consciência que ela sentia apenas amizade e não queria estragar isso.&lt;br /&gt;Os olhos de Alice cruzaram-se com os de Francisco, que lhe sorriu. Ela retribuiu o sorriso e observou-o. O kiko, agora  que o considerava dessa perspectiva, era bastante bonito, não sabia como nunca tinha reparado nisso.&lt;br /&gt;A Teresa deitou-se ao seu lado:&lt;br /&gt;-"Estás com um ar pensativo, passa-se alguma coisa? - perguntou.&lt;br /&gt;-"Não se passa nada...só umas ideias tolas." - A Alice sorriu -"Estive a pensar nisso do interrail, e podem contar comigo, acho uma óptima ideia!"&lt;br /&gt;-"O que é que é uma óptima ideia?" - perguntou o Kiko.&lt;br /&gt;-"O interrail" - responderam-lhe.&lt;br /&gt;-"Eu também acho, por mim vamos!" - disse Kiko, deitando-se do outro lado de Alice.&lt;br /&gt;-"Mas isso é óptimo, vou já contar ao Zack!" - disse a Teresa, levantando-se.&lt;br /&gt;-"E o menino não tem a sua própria toalha? Tem de ocupar metade da minha?"&lt;br /&gt;-"Sabes que eu não consigo estar longe de ti!" - brincou.&lt;br /&gt;A Alice sorriu-lhe, acariciou-lhe uma das faces e deu-lhe um beijo carinhoso na outra.&lt;br /&gt;-"Eu também não." - respondeu num tom mais sério que surpreendeu Francisco.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6355481908869335130-4337007157897137900?l=behindthemessage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthemessage.blogspot.com/feeds/4337007157897137900/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355481908869335130&amp;postID=4337007157897137900' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355481908869335130/posts/default/4337007157897137900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355481908869335130/posts/default/4337007157897137900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthemessage.blogspot.com/2009/04/uma-historia-by-morgaine-capitulo-iii.html' title='Uma viagem, vários destinos - capítulo III'/><author><name>Morgaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07751981351870808712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bxuvykFBSjM/S46xyjne46I/AAAAAAAAASI/4aJYDy8y21A/S220/disney_characters_minnie_mouse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355481908869335130.post-4266782435184355288</id><published>2009-04-06T15:35:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T18:38:25.953+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Uma viagem, vários destinos - capítulo II</title><content type='html'>Os seus amigos Teresa e Zack tinham convidado todo o grupo para passar o fim-de-semana na casa de praia que tinham adquirido recentemente. Zack O'neill era um médico irlandês que tinha vindo para Lisboa em Erasmus vários anos antes; depois de ter estado um ano a estudar em Portugal percebeu que nunca mais sairia desta nova casa e que não conseguia viver sem a sua colega portuguesa que lhe roubara o coração. Teresa e Zack tinham-se casado há cerca de um ano e trabalhavam em diferentes hospitais em Lisboa.&lt;br /&gt;Ter oportunidade de estar dois dias seguidos com o seu grupo de amigos era uma ocasião rara, já não eram estudantes e todos trabalhavam e tinham as suas responsabilidades. Era a ocasião ideal para porem a conversa em dia e matarem saudades.&lt;br /&gt;Resolveram jantar num restaurante junto à praia que tinha uma esplanada com vista para o mar.&lt;br /&gt;-"Francisco" - começou a Carla, a jornalista do grupo, que trabalhava para a estação televisiva Sic - "só faltas tu, conta lá as novidades, continuas na Teixeira Duarte?&lt;br /&gt;-"Sim, estou agora a trabalhar na projecção de uma nova ponte, juntamente com outro colega que também é Engenheiro Civil."&lt;br /&gt;-"Muito bem! Então e namoradas?" - perguntou com um sorriso malicioso.&lt;br /&gt;-"Bem, ultimamente tenho saído com uma advogada que conheci há tempos..."&lt;br /&gt;-"O quê? E não me contaste nada?" - perguntou surpreendida a Alice.&lt;br /&gt;-"Ainda só fomos jantar duas vezes. Não foi nada de importante, por isso é que ainda não tinha dito nada" - respondeu o Francisco.&lt;br /&gt;-"Se é importante para a mencionares aqui, já é alguma coisa e além disso nunca me falaste de nenhuma advogada." - continuou Alice ofendida.&lt;br /&gt;-"Falei-te sim, a Catarina, a amiga do Miguel, que andou comigo na faculdade, lembraste?" - respondeu surpreendido com a reacção da sua amiga.&lt;br /&gt;Durante um breve silêncio incomodativo, os seus amigos entreolharam-se e Zack resolveu quebrar o silêncio, mudando de assunto:&lt;br /&gt;-"Bem, eu e a Teresa estivémos a conversar outro dia, e se calhar vão achar isto uma ideia um bocado disparatada, mas e se fizessemos um interrail? Ainda estamos a tempo e seria uma experiência interessante...o que é que acham?"&lt;br /&gt;-"Isso é uma ideia surpreendente, e interessante claro, não sei..." - disse a Carla.&lt;br /&gt;-"Pensem nisso durante uns dias e depois digam-nos, mas considerem mesmo, ok?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6355481908869335130-4266782435184355288?l=behindthemessage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthemessage.blogspot.com/feeds/4266782435184355288/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355481908869335130&amp;postID=4266782435184355288' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355481908869335130/posts/default/4266782435184355288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355481908869335130/posts/default/4266782435184355288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthemessage.blogspot.com/2009/04/uma-historia-by-morgaine-capi.html' title='Uma viagem, vários destinos - capítulo II'/><author><name>Morgaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07751981351870808712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bxuvykFBSjM/S46xyjne46I/AAAAAAAAASI/4aJYDy8y21A/S220/disney_characters_minnie_mouse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355481908869335130.post-1848720657738767580</id><published>2009-04-05T16:02:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T18:37:53.314+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Uma viagem, vários destinos - capítulo I</title><content type='html'>Desde que escrevi aquelas fics há tempos fiquei com vontade de escrever, por isso ontem à noite resolvi começar uma história, ao estilo do que o Lion falou para o blog dele, a ser actualizada mensalmente. Este é o primeiro capítulo da história que ainda não tem título (caso apareçam sugestões ;) . Já tenho mais dois capítulos à espera de serem passados para o pc. Espero que gostem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Capítulo I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os longos e escuros cabelos de Alice caíam sobre a almofada, refletindo os raios de sol do novo dia que entravam pela janela. Embrenhada num sono profundo, a sua mente demorou a despertar quer para a campainha, quer para o telemóvel que tocavam incessantemente. Quando finalmente os sentidos a despertaram, apercebeu-se das horas. Levantou-se de um salto e foi a correr abrir a porta a Francisco.&lt;br /&gt;O seu melhor amigo encontrava-se especado à entrada do apartamento, "Não acredito que ela me voltou a fazer isto!". Estava bastante irritado, em termos de pontualidade eram verdadeiros opostos. A porta abriu-se à sua frente:&lt;br /&gt;-"Desculpa, desculpa, desculpa!" - redimiu-se Alice, segurando-lhe o rosto e dando-lhe um beijo na face - "Adormeci!"&lt;br /&gt;-"Adormeci!" - repetiu Francisco com uma voz distorcida - "E se fosse eu a fazer-te o mesmo? Já é a segunda vez Alice!" - continuou zangado.&lt;br /&gt;-"Desculpa..." - repetiu Alice com olhos de bambi.&lt;br /&gt;-"Vá, pára lá com a chantagem emocional" - respondeu Francisco com o coração amolecido.&lt;br /&gt;Alice sorriu - "Entra, eu vou-me vestir e volto já. Já comeste?" - perguntou enquanto desaparecia pelo corredor.&lt;br /&gt;-"Já, mas eu preparo-te o pequeno-almoço."&lt;br /&gt;-"Kiko, não é preciso..." - reapareceu Alice.&lt;br /&gt;-"Alice, vai-te vestir, senão vamos chegar atrasados!"&lt;br /&gt;-"Ok, ok, estou a ir..." -brincou.&lt;br /&gt;Francisco suspirou ao vê-la desaparecer de novo para o interior da casa. A Alice não tinha consciência do efeito que causava nele ao aparecer assim, com uma camisa de noite que cobria o mínimo do seu elegante corpo. Eles podiam ser apenas amigos, os melhores amigos, mas ele continuava a ser um homem, e não era de todo indiferente à sua beleza. Alice tinha um corpo bem delineado, olhos brilhantes cor de mel, longos cabelos negros que lhe caíam em ondas sobre os ombros e ao longo das costas, e um sorriso, sim, era o que mais atraía Francisco na sua amiga, o seu sorriso mágico e delicioso que o deixava sempre rendido.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6355481908869335130-1848720657738767580?l=behindthemessage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthemessage.blogspot.com/feeds/1848720657738767580/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355481908869335130&amp;postID=1848720657738767580' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355481908869335130/posts/default/1848720657738767580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355481908869335130/posts/default/1848720657738767580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthemessage.blogspot.com/2009/04/uma-historia-by-morgaine-capitulo-i.html' title='Uma viagem, vários destinos - capítulo I'/><author><name>Morgaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07751981351870808712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bxuvykFBSjM/S46xyjne46I/AAAAAAAAASI/4aJYDy8y21A/S220/disney_characters_minnie_mouse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355481908869335130.post-8485196077223636137</id><published>2009-03-28T23:24:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-03-28T23:39:01.386Z</updated><title type='text'>Dancing Jodi!</title><content type='html'>Um vídeo super bem editado com clips de vários filmes de Bollywood, por http://www.youtube.com/user/MixedByMonikaToor, com a música "Dancing Jodi" do filme "Rab Ne Bana Di Jodi".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Uhra0CPrmR0&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Uhra0CPrmR0&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6355481908869335130-8485196077223636137?l=behindthemessage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=3e765370a2c7e0a0&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthemessage.blogspot.com/feeds/8485196077223636137/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355481908869335130&amp;postID=8485196077223636137' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355481908869335130/posts/default/8485196077223636137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355481908869335130/posts/default/8485196077223636137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthemessage.blogspot.com/2009/03/dancing-jodi.html' title='Dancing Jodi!'/><author><name>Morgaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07751981351870808712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bxuvykFBSjM/S46xyjne46I/AAAAAAAAASI/4aJYDy8y21A/S220/disney_characters_minnie_mouse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355481908869335130.post-4937503647617898147</id><published>2009-03-13T20:31:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-03-13T20:32:25.470Z</updated><title type='text'>Frase fofinha! ;)</title><content type='html'>"Each time I miss you, a star falls down from the sky. So, if you looked up at the sky and found it dark with no stars, it is all your fault. You made me miss you too much!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6355481908869335130-4937503647617898147?l=behindthemessage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthemessage.blogspot.com/feeds/4937503647617898147/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355481908869335130&amp;postID=4937503647617898147' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355481908869335130/posts/default/4937503647617898147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355481908869335130/posts/default/4937503647617898147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthemessage.blogspot.com/2009/03/frase-fofinha.html' title='Frase fofinha! ;)'/><author><name>Morgaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07751981351870808712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bxuvykFBSjM/S46xyjne46I/AAAAAAAAASI/4aJYDy8y21A/S220/disney_characters_minnie_mouse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355481908869335130.post-5396441874785479141</id><published>2009-03-10T18:18:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-03-10T18:58:16.156Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Entretenimento</title><content type='html'>As pessoas de um modo geral são bastante influenciáveis, pois estão constantemente a ser bombardeadas com informação associada a fazedores de opinião na comunicação social, a publicidade e também à arte.&lt;br /&gt;O entretenimente gere milhões e move massas, ao mesmo tempo que se apresenta como forma de cultura. Assim acaba por ter uma forte influência nas populações.&lt;br /&gt;Os filmes e os livros aproximam-se das emoções e retratam situações com as quais o público se pode identificar, criando aceitação, divertimento, entretenimento e por vezes obsessão como os cinéfilos de Hollywood ou os incondicionais fãs de Harry Potter.&lt;br /&gt;Também a música tem uma grande influência, principalmente nas camadas mais jovens que vêem nas suas bandas e cantores favoritos autênticos ídolos, motivo de adoração que leva, por exemplo, adolescentes a dormir à entrada do Parque da Belavista dois dias antes do concerto dos Tokio Hotel para assegurar um lugar próximo dos seus "deuses".&lt;br /&gt;Uns mais que outros, somos todos "feitos pelos livros que nos marcam, pelos filmes que vimos e pelas músicas que gostamos", uma vez que fazem parte do meio que nos rodeia, da sociedade, das conversas e são altamente apelativos, não sendo ninguém indiferente à indústria do entretenimento.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6355481908869335130-5396441874785479141?l=behindthemessage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthemessage.blogspot.com/feeds/5396441874785479141/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355481908869335130&amp;postID=5396441874785479141' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355481908869335130/posts/default/5396441874785479141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355481908869335130/posts/default/5396441874785479141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthemessage.blogspot.com/2009/03/entretenimento.html' title='Entretenimento'/><author><name>Morgaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07751981351870808712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bxuvykFBSjM/S46xyjne46I/AAAAAAAAASI/4aJYDy8y21A/S220/disney_characters_minnie_mouse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355481908869335130.post-7422141773157945001</id><published>2009-03-10T09:51:00.008Z</published><updated>2009-03-10T18:55:00.482Z</updated><title type='text'>Desafio!</title><content type='html'>Olá!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desta vez tenho um desafio para vocês. &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vPTFhShWJqU/SCo9UGp6oJI/AAAAAAAAA68/zKOo1Ea7RH4/s400/atrasado"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 188px" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vPTFhShWJqU/SCo9UGp6oJI/AAAAAAAAA68/zKOo1Ea7RH4/s400/atrasado" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todos temos vários defeitos que nos incomodam e prejudicam. E o que eu vos proponho é que pensem qual é o vosso pior defeito, o que vos irrita mais, aquele que por mais que tentem tem sempre tendência a manifestar-se, o que vos incomoda e prejudica mais frequentemente.&lt;br /&gt;Com isto em mente, desafio-vos, deste este momento até ao final deste mês, a fazer tudo por tudo, para não sucumbirem ao vosso defeito. Até ao fim do mês, esse defeito não existe em vocês. O que acham? Aceitam?&lt;br /&gt;Não precisam de dizer o defeito em que estão a pensar, se não quiserem, mas gostava que me dissessem o vosso desempenho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para mim, o defeito que tenho em vista é a minha tendência compulsiva de chegar a todo e qualquer lado/encontro praticamente SEMPRE atrasada! Também não se assustem, normalmente não é mais do que 10 min...&lt;br /&gt;Isto às vezes irrita-me mais a mim do que as pessoas que ficam à seca à minha espera. Já agora, a todas as pessoas que já ficaram à minha espera, desculpem! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Espero que aceitem, e boa sorte! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"As virtudes não se alcançam sem esforço; os defeitos não se corrigem sem luta." Padre Marcelino Champagnat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dai-me a graça de conhecer os meus defeitos, de os corrigir e sobretudo a graça nunca desistir de os combater" Padre Marcelino Champagnat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijinhos*****&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6355481908869335130-7422141773157945001?l=behindthemessage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthemessage.blogspot.com/feeds/7422141773157945001/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355481908869335130&amp;postID=7422141773157945001' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355481908869335130/posts/default/7422141773157945001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355481908869335130/posts/default/7422141773157945001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthemessage.blogspot.com/2009/03/desafio.html' title='Desafio!'/><author><name>Morgaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07751981351870808712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bxuvykFBSjM/S46xyjne46I/AAAAAAAAASI/4aJYDy8y21A/S220/disney_characters_minnie_mouse.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vPTFhShWJqU/SCo9UGp6oJI/AAAAAAAAA68/zKOo1Ea7RH4/s72-c/atrasado' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355481908869335130.post-536281962428837748</id><published>2009-03-07T22:36:00.006Z</published><updated>2009-03-07T23:51:39.642Z</updated><title type='text'>O melhor casal da Disney!</title><content type='html'>Na minha opinião, é claro! ;) Alladin e Jasmin!&lt;br /&gt;O vídeo foi tirado do youtube, já não sei de onde.&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-24f4e1212108badf" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355481908869335130/posts/default/536281962428837748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355481908869335130/posts/default/536281962428837748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthemessage.blogspot.com/2009/03/o-melhor-casal-da-disney.html' title='O melhor casal da Disney!'/><author><name>Morgaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07751981351870808712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bxuvykFBSjM/S46xyjne46I/AAAAAAAAASI/4aJYDy8y21A/S220/disney_characters_minnie_mouse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355481908869335130.post-6920871184739666860</id><published>2009-03-05T16:31:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-03-06T00:02:09.685Z</updated><title type='text'>Parabéns Mensagem (atrasados)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://zgz.alberto.googlepages.com/2-anos-300x300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://zgz.alberto.googlepages.com/2-anos-300x300.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dois anitos :) No passado dia 2, estás de parabéns bloguito. &lt;a href="http://zgz.alberto.googlepages.com/2-anos-300x300.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desculpa só me ter lembrado hoje!&lt;br /&gt;Beijinhos grandes***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6355481908869335130-6920871184739666860?l=behindthemessage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthemessage.blogspot.com/feeds/6920871184739666860/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355481908869335130&amp;postID=6920871184739666860' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355481908869335130/posts/default/6920871184739666860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355481908869335130/posts/default/6920871184739666860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthemessage.blogspot.com/2009/03/parabens-mensagem-atrasados.html' title='Parabéns Mensagem (atrasados)'/><author><name>Morgaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07751981351870808712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bxuvykFBSjM/S46xyjne46I/AAAAAAAAASI/4aJYDy8y21A/S220/disney_characters_minnie_mouse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355481908869335130.post-1161028102340845248</id><published>2009-02-25T01:49:00.007Z</published><updated>2009-06-04T08:10:00.578+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Journey of a woman</title><content type='html'>Vibha and Rohan - three years later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rating: Suitable for all ages&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rohan’s Office party was taking place at the taj mahal hotel in Mumbai. Some of the most important and influence people in India were attending, from politicians, economists, lawyers. This was probably the fifth event related to Rohan’s work that Vibha was attending. They had been happily married for three years now.&lt;br /&gt;She started University soon after their unplanned marriage in Benares and her graduation as a fashion designer was almost complete. She was known between her husband’s colleagues as a lovely person and everyone enjoyed her presence.&lt;br /&gt;Rohan loved his wife very much. He was still stunned with his own attitude in Benares when he proposed to her, Knowing that they barely knew each other, but he was thankful everyday for having her next to him and to be a prisoner of her “spell”, like he used to joke with her.&lt;br /&gt;People were gathering in small groups in tables where, previously, they had dinner or standing while they talked. A small band had been hired and a few couples were dancing at the rhythm of the soft music. Rohan held Vibha’s waist while they were dancing and smiling at each other. She gave him a light kiss on his lips and said:&lt;br /&gt;-“I love you!”&lt;br /&gt;-“I love you too, baby!”&lt;br /&gt;She laid her head against his chest and they continued dancing tightly.&lt;br /&gt;The music ended and the dancing couples started to disperse through the room.&lt;br /&gt;-“Natasha! Wow, it’s been a long time. Didn’t expect to see you here.”&lt;br /&gt;Vibha felt her heart skip a beat and her nails almost craved Rohan’s hand skin when she heard this words. The voice was too familiar. She and Rohan turned to see Mr Sigh (?) , through whom they had met in the plane to Switzerland.&lt;br /&gt;-“So, you decided to access the services of our PR manager…” – he said to Rohan.&lt;br /&gt;Vibha wished to disappear, her embarrassment was visible.&lt;br /&gt;-“Mr Sigh , this is my wife Mrs Vibhavary Verma. – said Rohan with a confident, strong voice.&lt;br /&gt;Mr Sigh ‘s face expression was of total shock, surprise and curiosity. He looked from Rohan to Vibha, and from her to Rohan again.&lt;br /&gt;-“So, you quit the business, huh?” – he said to Vibha.&lt;br /&gt;-“My wife is a respectful woman and she should and will be treated like that” – Rohan cut, with his voice tone a little raised.&lt;br /&gt;The surprise, the excess of drinks he had taken and the sense of opportunity to take revenge on some recent business Rohan had prejudice, all came together for him to say something he would never say under normal conditions:&lt;br /&gt;-“What respect? You married a slut!” –he said loudly, in a clear provoking tone, looking directly into Rohan’s eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Rohan’s reaction was automatic; he punched Mr Sigh in the face, who responded with another punch in Rohan’s stomach. They were starting a fight. Vibha felt a shiver going through her spine when she heard the word slut and saw Rohan’s reaction:&lt;br /&gt;-“Stop! Stop it!” – she and other people got between them, trying to separate them.&lt;br /&gt;She was feeling extremely embarrassed, people were looking at them, they couldn’t have done a scene like that in such a place. What would Rohan’s colleagues think? Would he be tainted and prejudiced after that? Of course he would…and she was the reason, she was guilty of all that. She felt people’s gazes like burns. She got out of the room and went to the reception. She asked for her coat and purse and left a note for her husband.&lt;br /&gt;Rohan put himself together, gaining control again. His colleagues let him go. Everyone was looking and commenting what they had just seen and heard.&lt;br /&gt;-“What happened, Rohan?” – asked one of his colleagues.&lt;br /&gt;-“Where’s Vibha?” – was his response.&lt;br /&gt;Someone said something about her leaving the room a few moments before.&lt;br /&gt;The receptionist told him she had left and gave him her note.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vibha entered her old apartment. Although she was living with Rohan and his grandmother at their house, she had decided to keep her own place. It had been months since the last time she had entered there.Her past had never been an issue since the day they had married. She frequently thought she was living a fairy tale, Rohan couldn’t be real. She was very cautious at first, always scared that one day her past would speak louder, but now she was too comfortable with her life. Nevertheless, from nowhere her past came into their lives again, she felt extremely guilty and scared. Scared of what would happen between her and Rohan…this last thought left her sick, she ran into the bathroom and threw up everything she had eaten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. I know this was my entire fault. I need some time alone. I’ll be at my apartment.” Rohan reread the note.&lt;br /&gt;He noticed that the rumors about his fight and his wife had reached everyone in his office. Except they were more than rumors, they were true…&lt;br /&gt;“For me, you’re the Ganges herself”, he remembered, and now he was feeling ashamed of Vibha. Seeing her through other people’s eyes made him feel disgusted. Imagining Mr Sigh touching Vibha, as well as so many other men was increasing his despise and jealously for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vibha was sick all morning and kept throwing up. She had noticed small changes, but it was all coming together now. She bought some pregnancy tests at lunch time from her classes at college, and they came back all positive.&lt;br /&gt;She felt her womb, while she imagined herself as a mother and smiled. She thought of Rohan as she was regretting her attitude the night before. He stood by her, he defended her, and she cowardly left. They had to talk and clear things up and she had to tell him about the baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She stepped out of the house, crying. Emotions had taken over her. His face, his anger, his words, the disgust in his eyes… She could have faced and took that from anybody, but not from him. Every word he said hit her like a stab. She heard his shouts, she saw his rage and she didn’t utter a word. He finished and she left. Was this the end?&lt;br /&gt;Before reaching the gate she stopped, something was wrong, she felt dizzy. She massaged her forehead, took a deep breath and stepped out of the gate into the street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rohan followed her with his eyes through the window. He was angry and rage was still running through his veins. In the middle he said things he didn’t felt just to hurt her, to unload everything on her, all the comments, all the rumors, all the looks. Maybe he had went a bit too far.&lt;br /&gt;-“Sir!” –said a nervous voice.&lt;br /&gt;-“Yes?” – Rohan responded to his grandmother’s gatekeeper.&lt;br /&gt;-“It’s Mrs Vibha, please come quickly!” – he answered as he disappeared through the corridor.Rohan’s anger suddenly stopped and was replaced by a pain in his heart. He ran after the other man and when he reached the street he saw her, a few meters away laying on the ground with people surrounding her.&lt;br /&gt;-“Baby?!” – he called, giving her light taps in her cheek – “What happened? Baby, wake up!” – he said with a worried and shaking voice.&lt;br /&gt;The sound of an ambulance was approaching. She was still reaction less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor appeared.-“How is she, sir? What happened? What does she have?” – Rohan asked worried.&lt;br /&gt;-“Well, she is ok now. She hit her head when she fainted, and we aren’t sure if her vomits are just derived from the pregnancy or if she has some more serious head trauma. We will keep her in observation tonight, but she can go home tomorrow. She said she had had a discussion before the faint and we believe that that’s what caused it. She can’t go through strong emotions during these months.You may see her now, if you want.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was caught by her eyes as soon as he entered the room. He could see she was hurt, her eyes were like a mirror to her soul.He sat next to her in the bed and she automatically stepped a little from him.&lt;br /&gt;-“Since when do you know?” – he started.&lt;br /&gt;-“I found out this morning.” – she said, not looking at him.&lt;br /&gt;-“Baby, I’m sorry! I was out of line, I didn’t mean what I said…” – he continued while he grabbed her hand.&lt;br /&gt;She released her hand and went to the bathroom. He heard her, and then the flush. After a while she got out.&lt;br /&gt;-“Are you ok?”&lt;br /&gt;She returned to the bed without looking at him. With a pain in her heart, she said:&lt;br /&gt;-“I need to rest. Please leave.”&lt;br /&gt;-“Baby, I…”&lt;br /&gt;-“Leave!” – She repeated, now with a louder and stronger voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rohan sat in the hospital corridor. He replayed their discussion in his head. He couldn’t blame her; she had all the reasons to never want to see him again. He knew she was an escort before marrying her, she never hide it from him, and he had no right to throw that to her face now. Vibha wasn’t the kind of person who keeps resents. One didn’t even have to apologize, it was enough just showing regret and it would all be good again in seconds. This was a first in three years. He had clearly gone too far.&lt;br /&gt;-“Brother? You look worried, I thought the doctor said Vibha was ok now…?!” – asked Rohan’s younger brother, interrupting his thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;-“Oh, hi! Yes, she is. You can go inside if you want.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vibha was fighting hard with herself to control her emotions when sunshine entered her room:&lt;br /&gt;-“Didi?”Vibha gave Chutki and Vivaan a big smile.&lt;br /&gt;-“Hey sweeties!” – she exclaimed.&lt;br /&gt;They both realized something was wrong between Vibha and Rohan as soon as they looked into her eyes.They talked for a while and they congratulated her for the baby. She smiled but looked even more sad.&lt;br /&gt;-“Didi, is everything ok between you and Rohan? – She asked.&lt;br /&gt;Vibha’s eyes filled with tears but she didn’t say anything. She hugged Chutki and waited until they left the room to allow the tears to shed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was night when Michelle appeared. How they had let her in and how she had known Vibha was in the hospital was a mystery.&lt;br /&gt;-“Sweetie, I don’t know exactly what happened, but it isn’t hard for me to imagine, from what I was told. I guess how you must be feeling, but the truth is that you have two choices and what I want to tell you is this: Don’t let the shadows of your past ruin the life and the dream you built. Fight for what you achieved and make it work!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michelle hugged Vibha and watched her past through the gate and into the house before driving away.Vibha walked into the room darkened by the night and saw him standing in the balcony. He turned when they were just a few meters from each other and saw her.&lt;br /&gt;-“Vibha…?” – he said with surprise and stepped in her direction.&lt;br /&gt;Their eyes met and hers filled with tears again. The pregnancy was leaving her too emotional, she thought. She hugged him tightly. He hugged her back and said to her ear:&lt;br /&gt;- “I’m sorry…”&lt;br /&gt;-“I’m sorry too…”&lt;br /&gt;He held a hand to support her face and said:&lt;br /&gt;-“I love you…”&lt;br /&gt;She lifted her hand to his face and caressed his cheek. And she kissed him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find the rest of the story at my other blog: http://historiasdamorgaine.blogspot.com/2009/06/vibha-and-rohan-three-years-later-1.html&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6355481908869335130-1161028102340845248?l=behindthemessage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthemessage.blogspot.com/feeds/1161028102340845248/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355481908869335130&amp;postID=1161028102340845248' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355481908869335130/posts/default/1161028102340845248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355481908869335130/posts/default/1161028102340845248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthemessage.blogspot.com/2009/02/journey-of-woman.html' title='Journey of a woman'/><author><name>Morgaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07751981351870808712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bxuvykFBSjM/S46xyjne46I/AAAAAAAAASI/4aJYDy8y21A/S220/disney_characters_minnie_mouse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355481908869335130.post-5034393655580058607</id><published>2009-02-21T00:37:00.016Z</published><updated>2009-07-06T14:48:34.200+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Fanfic</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_yQhtmSugt9Q/RtQp-9iMrSI/AAAAAAAAAVI/bi4uyKAAo4Y/yuva.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The first two parts are of modupe who started the fic in &lt;a href="http://z13.invisionfree.com/RanishekOnlineForums/index.php?showtopic=174"&gt;http://z13.invisionfree.com/RanishekOnlineForums/index.php?showtopic=174&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://z13.invisionfree.com/RanishekOnlineForums/index.php?showtopic=174"&gt;x.php?showtopic=174&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She hasn't written anything since 2007 and I gave it an ending, so the 3rd part is mine.&lt;br /&gt;Pairing: Rani and Abhishek&lt;br /&gt;Rating: +16&lt;br /&gt;This is just fiction, ok? A fan fiction, don't freak out, and Rani and Abhishek, don't take it the wrong way, if you ever come across this, please! I repeat, it's just fiction, it's a story about two characters that were inspired on you - characters - it doesn't mean anything, it's just for fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends or Lovers ?... Part 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/64/197069907_c9bc42688c.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right; width: 376px; height: 228px;" alt="" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/64/197069907_c9bc42688c.jpg?v=0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rani is finally getting a break well deserved after shooting 18 hours straight…. She is in New York working on her next movie Tara Rum Pum Pum. As she finally made it into her hotel room leaving all the noise on the sets, non stop make up and the continuous flirtation from Saif..She takes a deep breath as she collapsed on her king size bed fit for a queen. Her beautiful black hair with golden brown streaks lay beautifully on the pillow. She looks at her 24 karat titan ragan watch and could not believe it was midnight already. She sluggishly got up from her bed and undressed as she headed to the bathroom when she hears the voicemail alert on her cell phone that had been going off all day; "it is probably mama" she thought. She picks it up and started to play her messages; "Rani! it's papa ;just calling to say hello and mama sends her love" she smiles as she could also hear her mom's voice in the background screaming "we miss you" she turned on the bath faucet as she proceeded to listen to her next message; "hey Rani…."&lt;br /&gt;She quickly turned off the faucet as her heart skipped uncountable beats; "it's abhi… just checking on you…hope you are doing alright;hope your hectic schedule is not wearing you out; hmmnnnnnnnnn; well I look forward to seeing you next week ….since my shoot is scheduled then. .. Miss ya bye" Rani smiled as she felt her body shiver while she replayed Abhi's message in her mind. She turns off her cell phone as she thought "who want's to listen to other messages after hearing a message like that" She quickly collected her self as she tied her bath robe tightly and stood in front of the bathroom mirror.. she whispered "why.why.why am I doing this to myself…you have already told him that you only want to be friends, so snap out of it" Rani sighed wishing that she could convince herself that she has no feelings for Abhi. She quickly turned on the faucet for her bath and watched her bubbles foam up… as she stared and concentrated deep enough so that she could get abhi of her mind for now.. She grabbed her scripts as she dissolved into the bath and disappeared into tomorrow's scenes.&lt;br /&gt;To be Continued………&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_yQhtmSugt9Q/RtQp-9iMrSI/AAAAAAAAAVI/bi4uyKAAo4Y/yuva.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 330px; height: 222px;" alt="" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_yQhtmSugt9Q/RtQp-9iMrSI/AAAAAAAAAVI/bi4uyKAAo4Y/yuva.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cut, Cut". This has been the comment of the day from director Siddharth Anand "saif ...we need to get this shot yaar". Rani squeaked as Saif looked more and more frustrated. "it most be all that staying up all night with your lady love" Rani said as she teased Saif since his girlfriend Rosa is in town... "oh stop Rani" Saif says as he whispered to her playfully " look who's here" Rani looked to the side and her heart skipped a beat as she took a quick nonchalant look at Abhi who has just arrived on the sets and is being greeted by everyone. "is that a blush I see Rani&lt;a href="http://www.funonthenet.in/images/stories/bollywood/Kabhi%20Alvida%20Naa%20Kehna/rani-abhishek-kank.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;?" Saif teased Rani ... "Oh stop being silly". "it seems I am not the only one with love in town". "oh please Abhi is just a friend".. "yeah and I am a virgin"..saif whispered. Before Rani could even utter a response to saif..Siddharth came running back after welcoming Abhi screaming "action, action". It too&lt;a href="http://i245.photobucket.com/albums/gg59/sathishcoumar/actress4/rani_mukerji_still_my22nf2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;k a while but after 20 takes the scene was finally completed. As Rani walked towards her makeup chair ..she heard this thick masculine voice. that always made her blush "hey beautiful". She turned back as Abhi walked towards her to give her a warm hug..he always smelled good she thought as she also remembered how safe she feels in his hands "gosh Rani we need to get you some permanent hills..you make me feel like a giant". she laughed as she looked down her feet realizing that she took of her heels for some flat shoes as soon as she heard "cut". So how was your flight? ,Rani asked "not bad..I got a chance to sleep." The shooting for Umaroo Joon is officially complete he continued as he pulled the chair out for Rani and leaned against the wall. "Well good. I am sure the movie will do well. I am so happy for you". "So I hear about your steamy hot romance with Aditya" Abhi smiled as he teased Rani about tabloid stories that has been doing rounds in India about rani"s affair with movie producer Aditya Chopra. "Oh please..very funny..you can't even be friends with people and before you know it you are the reason for their divorce…..you are talking about me what about you Mr. hot shot.." "the sexiest man in India"…Abhi gave is best fake laugh as he shrugged thinking that Rani was going to ask him about Aish. Rani smiled as she kicked her self inside knowing that this would be the best time to question him about all the reported romance between him and Aish….which her friends has been driving her crazy with phone calls about.. "Mr. Bachchan are you ready for your touch up?" the make up artist called out …. "How about dinner tonight?" Abhi asked as he walked up for his touch up "sure why not" Rani said with a voice and a smile that can make any man fall in love.&lt;br /&gt;After dinner Rani and Abhi went up to Rani's room. As they approached the door..Abhi said "well I don't want to keep you up too late since you have early morning shoot…" "no don't worry ..you can come in I am use to getting no sleep"..Abhi hesitated to go in as his mind flashed back to the last time he was alone in a room with Rani……………………………………….&lt;br /&gt;It was a late shooting in New York during their last movie together KanK.. and everyone literally dragged with one eyes open to their hotel room. His room was next to Rani's room…Before he could drop on his bed he heard a soft knock and it was Rani….before he could even open the door fully she allowed herself in "I am too tired to sleep" "are you sleepy?" Rani asked as she carefully squeezed to the side of the bed and immediately turned on the TV…. "oh no not tonight ..you will not keep me up late by making me watch another girly movie" Abhi said as he grabbed the remote from Rani's hand. He carefully laid next to her on the bed as he grabbed the blanket underneath her.. "so tell me why can't you sleep….could it be because of the love scene shooting tomorrow.. with sharukh? ..you know how you always get nervous before shooting a love scene"…. "Oh my gosh you know me too well Abhi"…I don't know why I get like this before a love scene shoot..but you know what I don't get like this with you"…. "Abhi smiled as he moved closer to her.. "that's because we are practically married..I mean we have been married in all our movies so it is like second nature for me to make out with the queen bee of bollywood" "oh please Abhi" Rani said as she tried to hide her blushing face. Before she could even look back up she felt Abhi's hand softly and tenderly on her face as he sited up and used his other hand to pull her long brown tresses away from her face..at this time it was like everything stopped..Rani did not even utter a word as she looked up with her brown hazel eyes open wide staring at Abhi's deep black eyes.. he then took her right hand and softly kissed her palm as he placed her hand on his chest ..he was wearing his signature button less shirt …enabling Rani to feel the race of his heartbeat..she closed her eyes as their lips melt&lt;a href="http://blog.bookeazy.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/10/rani-abhi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right; width: 278px; height: 226px;" alt="" src="http://blog.bookeazy.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/10/rani-abhi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ed into each other….they both then lost all their inhibitions as they moved closer, as he tenderly held Rani's face their tongue begin to dance to the rhythm of their heart beat..it was total heaven until their rhythm was interrupted with a voice "room service" Rani quickly tapped Abhi who did not even hear this voice.. "Abhi get there door". Abhi quickly got up to answer the door..by the time he turned around after explaining to room attendant that he did not request room service..rani has already got up and ready to leave…. "where are you going? Abhi asked as he held on to Rani's hand.. "you know we both need to get some sleep" Rani said "I love you Rani" Abhi whispered as Rani let go and walked towards the door" "oh please Abhi stop with your silliness" "I am not being silly..this thing between us is more than friendship and you know that"… "Abhi there is no need to complicate things..we have a great friendship..and plus with both of our hectic careers it will never work"….. "why won't it work…………..unless you can look me in the eye and tell me you don't love me". Rani kept her face towards the door as she said softly… "we have a great friendship Abhi and let's just leave it as that". …………..&lt;br /&gt;"Abhi,Abhi let me have your jacket" Rani said as she yelled playfully to Abhi who appeared to be lost in some deep thoughts. "Well hopefully we will rap up shooting next week and I should be back in India next week ..Rani said as she hung Abhi's coat. "So when does the shooting for Guru start for you?".. Perhaps next month Abhi said… "So another movie with Aish …...Rani said as she sat on the bed next to Abhi…… Abhi quickly jumped in knowing this would be the best time to tell Rani about Aish… "I wanted to tell you myself" "Well news travels fast" Rani said as she felt her voice becoming shaky as she became tearful…. "Gosh Abhi…..I guess maybe you did not love me afterall?.. "Please don't say that Rani…I will always love you..Those words I said to you and the moment we shared is real to me..and no one said anything about love with Aish..I do like her and I enjoy her company".. "Please spare me the details"..rani said as she wiped her tears with her hand….. "well you moved on pretty fast"…. "Rani it has been months and you cut me off every time I tried to talk to you and you practically avoided me when we returned to India" "Gosh Abhi I needed time to absorb what happened…I guess I thought you would wait for me" "I am sorry Rani" "no don't be sorry..If you are happy with her..then you have to follow you heart..and as your friend I am happy for you" Rani said as she prepared to get up..Abhi grabbed a hold of her hand as he got up and gave a warm hug.. "you are the best" he whispered as they both held on tightly.&lt;br /&gt;To Be Continued……………..Friends Or Lovers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I really liked your story and it seems like you're not going to finish it since the last time you updated it was in 2007... I hope you don't mind, but I imagined an ending, an alternative ending until you decide to continue it, ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" in Rani's room"&lt;br /&gt;Abhi hugged her tightly, he had missed her very much the last mo&lt;a href="http://www.bollywoodblog.com/images/TN4232_3Abhishek-n-Rani.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 242px; height: 372px;" alt="" src="http://www.bollywoodblog.com/images/TN4232_3Abhishek-n-Rani.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;nths, she had avoided him after his declaration of love to her and made him feel like shit. He had moved on, he was dating this awesome woman and now Rani was bringing back again all those feeling he had for her. "I, I guess I thought you would wait for me". She loved him too. He felt she was playing with his feelings and that wasn't fair. They stepped back a little from each other, she looked up at him, she had tears in her eyes, maybe she was regretting her attitude towards him over the last months. He didn't know, but he knew he was in love with her still, but he also liked Aish, his heart was confused and he couldn't see Rani tearful, he raised a hand to clear one tear that had rolled to her check.Her heart was painful, she felt so angry with herself, why had she been so stupid, why did she let him go when she was in love with him too, how could she have been so selfish and then believe that somehow he would wait for her. She couldn't help regretting while looking into his big dark eyes. She felt his fingers touch her check, wiping out her tear, only if she could go back in time…-"I'm sorry."- was all she could pronounce. His eyes got wider. "I'm sorry for my selfishness, my egocentrism, my behavior, If I could go back in time…"&lt;br /&gt;Her words were cut off by the pressure of his lips against hers, she responded to the kiss. It started off tender, slow, his hands rolled down her waist, while hers met behind his neck. Their heads changed angle, the kiss became more passionate, deeper. They moved closer to each other and against the wall. No single thought crossed both of their minds except the word desire. He pulled her up, her legs across his hips, his hand unbuttoning her shirt, while hers did the same. He pushed her on to the bed and took off the rest of his clothes.&lt;br /&gt;Rani looked at his naked body who was now taking off her bottom clothes and realized how this would end, she couldn't stop it halfway, she didn't want to. She had never been in love with anyone else; if she had come too late, if she had lost him, at least she would have that night to remember, she thought, to comfort and convince her own mind of what she was doing. Abhi was now caressing her skin and kissing all her body, starting from bellow, she couldn't avoid releasing small sounds of pleasure.He took her bra, the last piece of cloth she had on and gently squeezed her breasts while licking, kissing and biting the nips. Her hands hold his head while he did this, showing in a way her incentive to carry on. He moved up to her neck, while their waists met and fit and she opened her legs to welcome his. Their lips met again in a passionate kiss, while his hands pressured hers along her head.&lt;br /&gt;She couldn't help a small scream when he penetrated her. The pain was sudden and strangely mixed with pleasure; the feeling of him inside her couldn't be described in words while he came again and again. She was a virgin, he realized, the resistance when he penetrated her and why she wasn't moving like she would and the somehow painful scream couldn't mean anything else. The feeling of being the fist man in her life made him feel she was all his. "she must love me", he thought, she wouldn't wait so long, especially in the show business world, to "waist" it on me if she didn't have strong feelings for me. He felt his love and respect for her increase. His anger towards her selfishness was long gone.&lt;br /&gt;The pleasure increased &lt;a href="http://www.voote.com/images/00069/Reg.6905.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right; width: 145px; height: 200px;" alt="" src="http://www.voote.com/images/00069/Reg.6905.4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;greatly as they reached the orgasm at the same time. The contractions of her vagina made her feel him even more while it gave him more pleasure. They kissed again and after a while he got off from top of her and laid next to her. They automatically cuddled together, her head against his chest, their legs crossed, his arm holding hers on the top of his stomach and they fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;Abhi woke up first in the morning, he looked down at Rani's sleeping face and to her naked body and smiled remembering their night. He thought of Aishwarya and how he cheated her almost without thinking, and that had been very wrong. She was an amazing woman who cared for him and she didn't deserve what he had just done to her. He knew it would hurt her terribly but he would have to be honest with her and tell her the truth, all of it, and the sooner the better. If Rani was willing to give a chance to their love, he was too, he truly loved her, like he had never loved anyone before, that was clear to him now.&lt;br /&gt;Rani woke up soon after Abhi and found herself cuddled in his arms, as they had fallen asleep. Reality hit her hard, as she remembered their night. She couldn't find the reasons for letting it happen. She had always had that conviction that most people her age find an overcome idea, that her first time would be with her husband after marriage or at least with a man she loved and had a strong and long relationship, a commitment that might or might not lead to marriage, but what they had would be serious. And what had she done? She had slept with Abhishek. They had a long history of friendship and she loved him more than she had ever loved any man, but what relationship did they have? Absolutely none, in fact he was dating another woman, whom he had said he liked…&lt;br /&gt;She felt confused, guilty, used, disappointed with herself, with her personal life. How could she be friends with Abhi after this? Would he tell Aish what had happened between them? How would she take it? The two of them didn't get along already. Had this meant anything for Abhi?All this questions were piling up in her mind, she was thinking too much, she had to get out, she needed space, and she needed air. She sat and look at Abhi, his warm eyes looked into hers. He was smiling.&lt;br /&gt;-"Good morning!" – he said.&lt;br /&gt;-"Good morning" – she answered, while avoiding his gaze, looking down, involuntarily at his naked body. She felt a pain in her heart and missed air.&lt;br /&gt;-"Abhi, I can't…I need to be alone…" – she got up and walked towards the bathroom and closed the door behind her. Her eyes filled with tears.&lt;br /&gt;Abhishek didn't quite expect that reaction, he wanted to talk to her, he got up and looked at the bed. He saw the blood stain in the sheets. He imagined how she should be feeling. He couldn't leave her alone like she had asked; they had to clear up things right now.&lt;br /&gt;-"Rani!" – He said while he knocked and opened the bathroom door. He saw her quickly wiping her tears, so he wouldn't see.He grabbed her waist and pushed her close to him. Her naked breasts were touching his chest at the rhythm of her nervous breath.&lt;br /&gt;-"Abhi, please!"&lt;br /&gt;-"I love you Rani! Always have, always will. I want to be with you. I want us to work. Will you give us a chance?&lt;br /&gt;-"And Aish?" – She asked.&lt;br /&gt;-"We didn't have anything serious. I'll end everything with her today!" – he smiled at Rani.&lt;br /&gt;She gave him a big smile and hugged him tightly and they gave a long passionate kiss…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they lived happily ever after. The end! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PKZDdWiuFU8&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PKZDdWiuFU8&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6355481908869335130-5034393655580058607?l=behindthemessage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthemessage.blogspot.com/feeds/5034393655580058607/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355481908869335130&amp;postID=5034393655580058607' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355481908869335130/posts/default/5034393655580058607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355481908869335130/posts/default/5034393655580058607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthemessage.blogspot.com/2009/02/for-ranishek-fans-ii.html' title='Fanfic'/><author><name>Morgaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07751981351870808712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bxuvykFBSjM/S46xyjne46I/AAAAAAAAASI/4aJYDy8y21A/S220/disney_characters_minnie_mouse.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_yQhtmSugt9Q/RtQp-9iMrSI/AAAAAAAAAVI/bi4uyKAAo4Y/s72-c/yuva.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355481908869335130.post-4353396541608705411</id><published>2009-02-20T19:43:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-02-20T19:57:44.122Z</updated><title type='text'>Portugal ESC 2009</title><content type='html'>Este post é sobre a música que poderá vir a representar Portugal no Festival Eurovisão da Canção.&lt;br /&gt;  Tive imenso tempo para conseguir decidir a música que preferia porque realmente é quase impossível escolher uma música este ano pensando na fantástica representação que tivemos no ano passado com a "Senhora do Mar".&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  Pelo que tenho percebido, há 2 músicas com algumas hipóteses de ganhar e queria apresentá-las a vocês.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Luciana Abreu - Juntos Vamos Conseguir (Yes We Can)&lt;br /&gt;  Acho que é esta a música que vai ganhar, apesar de para mim estar muito longe de ser uma grande música.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1B5CYKmK8SQ&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1B5CYKmK8SQ&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Flor de Lis - Todas As Ruas do Amor&lt;br /&gt;  Esta é a minha música preferida, acho que é a que tem mais traços da música portuguesa e assim torna-se uma boa música para representar Portugal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rUOjHwODY5s&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rUOjHwODY5s&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Aqui têm ainda um vídeo com as 12 músicas finais, se estiverem curiosos em relação &lt;br /&gt;a todas as músicas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JhZb0fPG3cw&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JhZb0fPG3cw&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Digam o que pensam destas músicas e se têm alguma favorita.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6355481908869335130-4353396541608705411?l=behindthemessage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthemessage.blogspot.com/feeds/4353396541608705411/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355481908869335130&amp;postID=4353396541608705411' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355481908869335130/posts/default/4353396541608705411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355481908869335130/posts/default/4353396541608705411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthemessage.blogspot.com/2009/02/portugal-esc-2009.html' title='Portugal ESC 2009'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061373382693979494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.zihnisinir.com/TR/images/dozsya1/maggie-fight.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355481908869335130.post-4360276764802461929</id><published>2009-02-11T22:21:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-02-11T23:15:54.205Z</updated><title type='text'>Helen Keller</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.ideachampions.com/heart/hellen%20keller.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 265px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 282px" alt="" src="http://www.ideachampions.com/heart/hellen%20keller.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Helen Keller nasceu em 1868 nos E.U.A. e teve uma história de vida fascinante. Aos dezanove meses de idade adoeceu com o que se pensa ter sido escarlatina ou meningite, que como sequela deixou-a surda e cega. Através da sua professora Anne Sullivan, ela aprendeu a comunicar através de linguagem gestual e a ler e escrever em Braille, não só em inglês, mas também em francês, alemão, grego e latim. Foi a primeira pessoa cega e surda a tirar um curso superior, escreveu 12 livros e chegou a envolver-se inclusivé em política. É um exemplo de vida, de que nada é impossível quando se tem muito apoio e força de vontade, a sua história é absolutamente extraordinária!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Existe um filme que retrata a sua vida, "The Miracle Worker" (1962), a partir da sua autobiografia "The story of my life", e outro "Black" (2005), que não sendo a história da vida de Hellen Keller, é a inspirado na mesma. Ainda só vi o "Black", e posso-vos dizer que o filme é muito bom, mas acho que ambos valerão a pena ver.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas mais interessante e bom que seja qualquer filme, a sua biografia é ainda mais extraordinária.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-964aaf3ef75d262b" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D964aaf3ef75d262b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329951012%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7DE2A96D87D7F5483D12D25CEF0B3FD254BE4FFC.83557833D73F2CAD3D24B19426AD24A24F4ADDE0%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D964aaf3ef75d262b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DtXYXu8U6oPp2O4SPUTNkkJrU-AU&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D964aaf3ef75d262b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329951012%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7DE2A96D87D7F5483D12D25CEF0B3FD254BE4FFC.83557833D73F2CAD3D24B19426AD24A24F4ADDE0%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D964aaf3ef75d262b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DtXYXu8U6oPp2O4SPUTNkkJrU-AU&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6355481908869335130-4360276764802461929?l=behindthemessage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=964aaf3ef75d262b&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthemessage.blogspot.com/feeds/4360276764802461929/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355481908869335130&amp;postID=4360276764802461929' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355481908869335130/posts/default/4360276764802461929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355481908869335130/posts/default/4360276764802461929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthemessage.blogspot.com/2009/02/helen-keller.html' title='Helen Keller'/><author><name>Morgaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07751981351870808712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bxuvykFBSjM/S46xyjne46I/AAAAAAAAASI/4aJYDy8y21A/S220/disney_characters_minnie_mouse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355481908869335130.post-3412752609181196270</id><published>2009-02-09T23:09:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-02-09T23:16:00.349Z</updated><title type='text'>Morgaine artista :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bxuvykFBSjM/SZC4KnAUS3I/AAAAAAAAAKk/NkV9RlrtqPk/s1600-h/DSC01806.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300939253823589234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 399px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 305px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bxuvykFBSjM/SZC4KnAUS3I/AAAAAAAAAKk/NkV9RlrtqPk/s320/DSC01806.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fiz este desenho ontem. Gostam? Está um bocado amador, mas eu sou uma amadora nisto... ficou um bocado diferente do original, nem vou pôr aqui a foto para não haver comparações :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6355481908869335130-3412752609181196270?l=behindthemessage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthemessage.blogspot.com/feeds/3412752609181196270/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355481908869335130&amp;postID=3412752609181196270' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355481908869335130/posts/default/3412752609181196270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355481908869335130/posts/default/3412752609181196270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthemessage.blogspot.com/2009/02/morgaine-artista.html' title='Morgaine artista :)'/><author><name>Morgaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07751981351870808712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bxuvykFBSjM/S46xyjne46I/AAAAAAAAASI/4aJYDy8y21A/S220/disney_characters_minnie_mouse.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bxuvykFBSjM/SZC4KnAUS3I/AAAAAAAAAKk/NkV9RlrtqPk/s72-c/DSC01806.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355481908869335130.post-2520769354669860975</id><published>2009-01-27T13:55:00.005Z</published><updated>2009-01-28T00:30:19.786Z</updated><title type='text'>O melhor do cinema mundial</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Terror: Cinema Japonês&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pelo que oiço dizer, e tendo em conta que alguns dos filmes de terror americanos m&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://culturallbar.files.wordpress.com/2008/06/cinema1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 166px;" src="http://culturallbar.files.wordpress.com/2008/06/cinema1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ais famosos são remakes de japoneses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Acção/Thrillher: Cinema Norte-Americano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acho que é claro como água, que Hollywood domina neste género.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Romance: Cinema Indiano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém faz filmes românticos como os indianos, aliás eu não gostava deste género de filmes até descobrir Bollywood, e aí percebi porquê, filme romântico em que não se sente química entre os actores principais, não vale absolutamente nada!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Comédia: Cinema Norte-Americano, Brasileiro e Italiano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em relação ao cinema americano acho que é consensual, ao Italiano, deve-se em grande parte à comédia deliciosa&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.refletoresdafama.com.br/wp-content/uploads/2008/05/cinema.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 184px; height: 189px;" src="http://www.refletoresdafama.com.br/wp-content/uploads/2008/05/cinema.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; do Roberto Benigni, mas não só. Em relação ao Brasileiro, não conheço assim tão bem a indústria, mas já vi várias e boas comédias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Sexo (não pornográfico): Cinema Português, Francês e Brasileiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não há quase filmes destes que não envolvam cenas de sexo assim mais para o explícitas ou actores nus ou semi-nus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Guerra: Cinema Norte-Americano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu não gosto de filmes de Guerra, mas penso que são os americanos que dominam neste género.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Cinema de Autor/Para pensar na vida: Cinema Europeu (em geral)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque a tendência é normalmente para serem parados, calmos, filosóficos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Drama: Cinema Indiano, Cinema Europeu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quer uns quer outros, acho que são Reis neste género, se bem que para chorar os indianos são mais eficazes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isto é a minha categorização, o que não implica que não existam nestas várias indústrias bons filmes de todos os géneros, mas apenas onde eu acho que se destacam mais. Se houver sugestões ou eventualmente alguma &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://blog.rexona.com.br/wp-content/uploads/2008/03/cinema.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 164px;" src="http://blog.rexona.com.br/wp-content/uploads/2008/03/cinema.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;correcção digam. Houve categorizações onde eu não estou muito segura (Terror e Guerra) e eu não conheço assim tão bem o Cinema Brasileiro ou o Japonês. Por outro lado há imensas indústrias cinematográficas que eu não conheço, portanto se houver aí alguém mais culto sobre cinema a nível mundial, elucide-nos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se houver interesse  e feedback podemos fazer uma lista com os melhores filmes de cada género:)&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6355481908869335130-2520769354669860975?l=behindthemessage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthemessage.blogspot.com/feeds/2520769354669860975/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355481908869335130&amp;postID=2520769354669860975' title='19 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355481908869335130/posts/default/2520769354669860975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355481908869335130/posts/default/2520769354669860975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthemessage.blogspot.com/2009/01/o-melhor-do-cinema.html' title='O melhor do cinema mundial'/><author><name>Morgaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07751981351870808712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bxuvykFBSjM/S46xyjne46I/AAAAAAAAASI/4aJYDy8y21A/S220/disney_characters_minnie_mouse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355481908869335130.post-3611446618329350075</id><published>2009-01-22T15:22:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-01-22T15:28:19.133Z</updated><title type='text'>Tem a sua piada</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.historic-glendale.net/images/apple_tree_1b.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 281px; height: 252px;" src="http://www.historic-glendale.net/images/apple_tree_1b.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabem quando se diz que o que conta não é a beleza exterior, mas sim a interior, e que depois aparece um Jim Carrey que responde: "Isso é uma mentira inventada para as pessoas feias se sentirem melhor!", lol. Pronto isto é do mesmo género, mas está com piada, por isso é que o estou a pôr aqui, estava no channel de uma das minhas subscriptions do youtube =)&lt;br /&gt;Espero que gostem: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------""Girls--------- -----&lt;br /&gt;-----------are like apples------&lt;br /&gt;-------on trees. The best ones-----&lt;br /&gt;-----are at the top of the tree.-----&lt;br /&gt;---The boys dont want to reach---&lt;br /&gt;--for the good ones because they--&lt;br /&gt;-r afraid of falling and getting hurt.-&lt;br /&gt;-Instead, they get the rotten apples-&lt;br /&gt;from the ground that arent as good,&lt;br /&gt;but easy. So the apples up top think&lt;br /&gt;something wrong w/ them when in&lt;br /&gt;-reality they're amazing. They just--&lt;br /&gt;---have to wait for the right boy to&lt;br /&gt;---- come along, the one who's-&lt;br /&gt;----------- brave enough to-----&lt;br /&gt;---------------climb all---------&lt;br /&gt;---------------the way--------&lt;br /&gt;--------------to the top--------&lt;br /&gt;-------------of the tree.---------&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6355481908869335130-3611446618329350075?l=behindthemessage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthemessage.blogspot.com/feeds/3611446618329350075/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355481908869335130&amp;postID=3611446618329350075' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355481908869335130/posts/default/3611446618329350075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355481908869335130/posts/default/3611446618329350075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthemessage.blogspot.com/2009/01/tem-sua-piada.html' title='Tem a sua piada'/><author><name>Morgaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07751981351870808712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bxuvykFBSjM/S46xyjne46I/AAAAAAAAASI/4aJYDy8y21A/S220/disney_characters_minnie_mouse.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355481908869335130.post-3588305324764464186</id><published>2009-01-17T01:48:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-01-17T01:58:23.388Z</updated><title type='text'>Fernando Pessoa noutras Linguas</title><content type='html'>Há pouco tempo andei há procura de textos do Fernando Pessoa (quem deu nome ao nosso blogue) e fui dar a um livro que tinha alguns textos em Inglês e em Francês.&lt;br /&gt;Eu lembro-me que ele escrevia em Ingles mas em Frances não fazia a mínima ideia, voces sabiam?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fica aqui um excerto de um dos textos em Inglês de que gostei mais (acho que não vale a pena dizer que nem li os textos em Francês porque não percebia nada)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35 Sonnets&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether we write or speak or do but look&lt;br /&gt;We are ever unapparent. What we are&lt;br /&gt;Cannot be transfused into word or book.&lt;br /&gt;Our soul from us is infinitely far.&lt;br /&gt;However much we give our thoughts the will&lt;br /&gt;To be our soul and gesture it abroad.&lt;br /&gt;Our hearts are incommunicable still.&lt;br /&gt;In what we show ourselves we are ignored.&lt;br /&gt;The abyss from soul to soul cannot be bridged&lt;br /&gt;By any skill of thought or trick of seeming.&lt;br /&gt;Unto our very selves we are abridged&lt;br /&gt;When we would utter to our thought of being.&lt;br /&gt;  We are our dreams of ourselves souls by gleams&lt;br /&gt;  And each to each other dreams of other's dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by &lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Fernando Pessoa&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6355481908869335130-3588305324764464186?l=behindthemessage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://www.zihnisinir.com/TR/images/dozsya1/maggie-fight.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355481908869335130.post-6160134119199495259</id><published>2009-01-14T18:39:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-01-14T18:55:48.933Z</updated><title type='text'>O novo Bullions</title><content type='html'>Como alguns dos nosso leitores sabem, o blogue "Mensagem" tem nos seus links favoritos outro blogue, o "Bullions"!&lt;br /&gt;Então não poderia deixar de enunciar a todos os leitores que o "Bullions" tem uma nova imagem, a qual eu adoro!&lt;br /&gt;Ficam aqui então com um vídeo feito pelo Lion sobre essa mudança:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mJTwlHWJu7w&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mJTwlHWJu7w&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.bullions.blogspot.com/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6355481908869335130-6160134119199495259?l=behindthemessage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://behindthemessage.blogspot.com/feeds/6160134119199495259/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6355481908869335130&amp;postID=6160134119199495259' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355481908869335130/posts/default/6160134119199495259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6355481908869335130/posts/default/6160134119199495259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://behindthemessage.blogspot.com/2009/01/o-novo-bullions.html' title='O novo Bullions'/><author><name>Caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00061373382693979494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://www.zihnisinir.com/TR/images/dozsya1/maggie-fight.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6355481908869335130.post-7478502927436040267</id><published>2009-01-13T19:20:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-01-13T19:25:06.535Z</updated><title type='text'>Christian, The Lion</title><content type='html'>Secalhar muitos de vocês já ouviram falar neste leão mas para quem não ouviu:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christian viveu com uma família durante vários anos mas quando ficou grande demais teve de ser levado para o seu habitat natural, vários anos mais tarde a família procura o leão e finalmente quando o encontra:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ozXwG-bAf1k&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ozXwG-bAf1k&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu achei esta história fascinante! &lt;br /&gt;Espero que gostem...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6355481908869335130-7478502927436040267?l=behindthemessage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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