<?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-17486749</id><updated>2011-05-02T13:11:03.654+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Smoke Or Be Smoked</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486749/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486749/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>The Smoking Man</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6sS_QU-IcbA/S6V-Fb7QC5I/AAAAAAAAAKA/nClPujioWtQ/S220/SmokeManSmall.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>231</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17486749.post-1117320814416485348</id><published>2007-06-20T16:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T07:21:55.752Z</updated><title type='text'>Férias</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6sS_QU-IcbA/RnlMtMCL-3I/AAAAAAAAAHE/taGPy_bBGQQ/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078174394045168498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6sS_QU-IcbA/RnlMtMCL-3I/AAAAAAAAAHE/taGPy_bBGQQ/s320/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Olá pessoal! Já tinham saudadinhas minhas? Ok podem dizer que não... a verdade vem sempre ao cimo mesmo! :) Pois é, depois deste longo hiato temporal sem um &lt;em&gt;post&lt;/em&gt; novo que cá surgisse, eis que hoje (de férias) cá vos deixo algumas notícias. O puto tá a adorar correr e jogar à bola pelo pátio fora...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6sS_QU-IcbA/RnlMesCL-2I/AAAAAAAAAG8/jj_qz2haBt8/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078174144937065314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6sS_QU-IcbA/RnlMesCL-2I/AAAAAAAAAG8/jj_qz2haBt8/s320/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ir à praia... ui o que ele curte... esta foi tirada no barco na viagem de volta da ilha de Tavira... e assim se passam aqui uns belos dias de sol e descanso entre a casa onde estamos e as idas à praia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6sS_QU-IcbA/RnlL_MCL-1I/AAAAAAAAAG0/0A23txMt_Pw/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078173603771186002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6sS_QU-IcbA/RnlL_MCL-1I/AAAAAAAAAG0/0A23txMt_Pw/s320/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;E depois os canitos... fazem muita companhia quando os nossos ilustres anfitriões cá não estão em casa. O Alexandre tem medo porque eles são grandes e metem respeito, mas o pappy Manta está sempre a ser presenteado com festinhas destes dois amigáveis canídeos... a que está na foto é a &lt;em&gt;Guapa&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dolce fare niente&lt;/em&gt;! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17486749-1117320814416485348?l=smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com/feeds/1117320814416485348/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17486749&amp;postID=1117320814416485348' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486749/posts/default/1117320814416485348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486749/posts/default/1117320814416485348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com/2007/06/frias.html' title='Férias'/><author><name>The Smoking Man</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6sS_QU-IcbA/S6V-Fb7QC5I/AAAAAAAAAKA/nClPujioWtQ/S220/SmokeManSmall.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6sS_QU-IcbA/RnlMtMCL-3I/AAAAAAAAAHE/taGPy_bBGQQ/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17486749.post-2054590524031373211</id><published>2007-03-13T22:23:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-10T07:21:57.270Z</updated><title type='text'>Loladas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6sS_QU-IcbA/Rfck2ZP_OHI/AAAAAAAAAGo/CAbTxXgKbGE/s1600-h/Alfa.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041538824774039666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6sS_QU-IcbA/Rfck2ZP_OHI/AAAAAAAAAGo/CAbTxXgKbGE/s400/Alfa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Não pares Alfa que a gaja é um grande coirão!!! lolol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6sS_QU-IcbA/RfckxJP_OGI/AAAAAAAAAGg/YzR7llLFpGg/s1600-h/Lili+Violada.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041538734579726434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6sS_QU-IcbA/RfckxJP_OGI/AAAAAAAAAGg/YzR7llLFpGg/s400/Lili+Violada.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Hahahahaha sublime!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6sS_QU-IcbA/RfckrpP_OFI/AAAAAAAAAGY/95A-jFqzRSM/s1600-h/Lol+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041538640090445906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="337" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6sS_QU-IcbA/RfckrpP_OFI/AAAAAAAAAGY/95A-jFqzRSM/s400/Lol+(2).jpg" width="248" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Vamos à Mango?!? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6sS_QU-IcbA/RfckfJP_ODI/AAAAAAAAAGI/MZxOciBl6_I/s1600-h/Lol+(7).jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041538425342081074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6sS_QU-IcbA/RfckfJP_ODI/AAAAAAAAAGI/MZxOciBl6_I/s400/Lol+(7).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; As novas Barbies... Hihihihi!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17486749-2054590524031373211?l=smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com/feeds/2054590524031373211/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17486749&amp;postID=2054590524031373211' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486749/posts/default/2054590524031373211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486749/posts/default/2054590524031373211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com/2007/03/loladas.html' title='Loladas'/><author><name>The Smoking Man</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6sS_QU-IcbA/S6V-Fb7QC5I/AAAAAAAAAKA/nClPujioWtQ/S220/SmokeManSmall.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6sS_QU-IcbA/Rfck2ZP_OHI/AAAAAAAAAGo/CAbTxXgKbGE/s72-c/Alfa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17486749.post-381229727440046816</id><published>2007-03-06T00:37:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-10T07:21:57.473Z</updated><title type='text'>Pay The Bill</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6sS_QU-IcbA/Rey4S9_01CI/AAAAAAAAAGA/fS5G6XAhaAo/s1600-h/Clawfinger.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038604719140164642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 177px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 129px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="238" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6sS_QU-IcbA/Rey4S9_01CI/AAAAAAAAAGA/fS5G6XAhaAo/s400/Clawfinger.JPG" width="249" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Clawfinger - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Pay The Bill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://pwp.netcabo.pt/mantiria/som/clawfinger - pay the bill.mp3" width="310" height="45" type="audio/mpeg" border="0" autostart="false" autoplay="false" loop="false" volume="75%"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't complain i've made myself a name&lt;br /&gt;and all i really want is five minutes of fame&lt;br /&gt;some material wealth and a life in good health&lt;br /&gt;'cos all i really even care about is myself&lt;br /&gt;i don't know a single thing about the situation&lt;br /&gt;but why should i care about the next generation&lt;br /&gt;i've got everything i need but i still want more&lt;br /&gt;i can't understand why you complain 'cos you're poor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel sorry for you we've got the same possibilities&lt;br /&gt;it's all about taking your own responsibilities&lt;br /&gt;i took mine so i deserve what i got&lt;br /&gt;i've got my name on the wall of fame i'm going straight to the top&lt;br /&gt;it cost me a lot of money but i took my degree&lt;br /&gt;and that's the biggest difference between you and me&lt;br /&gt;there's not a thing in the world that my money can't buy&lt;br /&gt;i can't understand why you didn't even try&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why complain i feel no shame i've used my skill&lt;br /&gt;and the next generation has to pay the bill&lt;br /&gt;so why complain i feel no shame i've used my skill&lt;br /&gt;and the next generation has to pay, pay the bill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't blame me because you're underfed&lt;br /&gt;you should be glad that you've got a roof over your head&lt;br /&gt;if you worked for a living you could pay your rent&lt;br /&gt;instead of begging me for help when all your money's spent&lt;br /&gt;you won't ever fool me because i know your type&lt;br /&gt;i see you standing on the corner like a parasite&lt;br /&gt;you're a loser and you know it but you don't even care&lt;br /&gt;i can't understand why you say life ain't fair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why complain i feel no shame i've used my skill&lt;br /&gt;and the next generation has to pay the bill&lt;br /&gt;so why complain i feel no shame i've used my skill&lt;br /&gt;and the next generation has to pay the bill&lt;br /&gt;pay the bill pay the bill&lt;br /&gt;the next generation has to pay the bill&lt;br /&gt;the next generation has to pay the bill&lt;br /&gt;pay the bill, pay the bill&lt;br /&gt;the next generation has to pay the bill&lt;br /&gt;the next generation has to pay, pay the bill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me one good reason why i shouldn't complain&lt;br /&gt;i've done everything i can but it's still the same&lt;br /&gt;i've got nothing to lose so why should i give a fuck&lt;br /&gt;my life's a piece of shit and that's where i'm stuck&lt;br /&gt;i never got a fair chance to even prove myself&lt;br /&gt;so tell me why should i be nice to anybody else&lt;br /&gt;you say you can't understand why i say life is a bitch&lt;br /&gt;i can't understand how you can be so rich&lt;br /&gt;so what do you mean we've got the same possibilities&lt;br /&gt;i haven't even got your educational abilities&lt;br /&gt;i dropped out of school before i took my degree&lt;br /&gt;'cos the welfare line made more sense to me&lt;br /&gt;i try to work for a living so i can play all my debts&lt;br /&gt;and i've come to realize this is as good as it gets&lt;br /&gt;i hate my fucking life more than you hate me&lt;br /&gt;i just can't understand why this is how it should be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i complain it's still the same, we're standing still&lt;br /&gt;while the next generation has to pay the bill&lt;br /&gt;so i complain it's still the same, we're standing still&lt;br /&gt;while the next generation has to pay the bill&lt;br /&gt;pay the bill, pay the bill&lt;br /&gt;the next generation has to pay the bill&lt;br /&gt;the next generation has to pay the bill&lt;br /&gt;pay the bill, pay the bill&lt;br /&gt;the next generation has to pay the bill&lt;br /&gt;the next generation has to pay&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17486749-381229727440046816?l=smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com/feeds/381229727440046816/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17486749&amp;postID=381229727440046816' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486749/posts/default/381229727440046816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486749/posts/default/381229727440046816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com/2007/03/pay-bill.html' title='Pay The Bill'/><author><name>The Smoking Man</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6sS_QU-IcbA/S6V-Fb7QC5I/AAAAAAAAAKA/nClPujioWtQ/S220/SmokeManSmall.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6sS_QU-IcbA/Rey4S9_01CI/AAAAAAAAAGA/fS5G6XAhaAo/s72-c/Clawfinger.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17486749.post-5027344597554374843</id><published>2007-03-02T00:38:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-10T07:21:57.661Z</updated><title type='text'>Have You Ever?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6sS_QU-IcbA/Redz2QQuG7I/AAAAAAAAAF0/jhFnH9CZdEY/s1600-h/Offspring.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037122084152417202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 253px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="272" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6sS_QU-IcbA/Redz2QQuG7I/AAAAAAAAAF0/jhFnH9CZdEY/s400/Offspring.JPG" width="315" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;The Offspring - &lt;em&gt;Have You Ever&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://pwp.netcabo.pt/mantiria/som/the offspring - have you ever.mp3" width="310" height="45" type="audio/mpeg" border="0" autostart="false" autoplay="false" loop="false" volume="75%"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Falling, I'm falling&lt;br /&gt;Falling, I'm Falling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever walked through a room&lt;br /&gt;But it was more like the room passed around you&lt;br /&gt;Like there was a leash around your neck that pulled you through&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been at someplace&lt;br /&gt;Recognizing everybody's face&lt;br /&gt;Until you realized that there was no one there you knew&lt;br /&gt;Well I know&lt;br /&gt;Some days, my soul's confined and out of mind&lt;br /&gt;Sleep forever&lt;br /&gt;Some days, I'm so outshined and out of time&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falling, I'm falling&lt;br /&gt;Falling, I'm falling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever buried your face in your hands&lt;br /&gt;Cause no one around you understands&lt;br /&gt;Or has the slightest idea what it is that makes you be&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever felt like there was more&lt;br /&gt;Like someone else was keeping score&lt;br /&gt;And what could make you whole was simply out of reach&lt;br /&gt;Well I know&lt;br /&gt;Someday I'll try again and not pretend&lt;br /&gt;This time forever&lt;br /&gt;Someday I'll get it straight but not today&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falling, I'm falling&lt;br /&gt;Falling, I'm falling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some days, my soul's confined and out of mind&lt;br /&gt;Sleep forever&lt;br /&gt;Some days, my darkest friend is me again&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever&lt;br /&gt;Someday I'll try again and not pretend&lt;br /&gt;This time forever&lt;br /&gt;Someday I'll get it straight but not today&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the truth walks away&lt;br /&gt;Everybody stays&lt;br /&gt;Cause the truth about the world is that crime does pay&lt;br /&gt;So if you walk away&lt;br /&gt;Who is gonna stay&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'd like to think the world is a better place&lt;br /&gt;When the truth walks away&lt;br /&gt;Everybody stays&lt;br /&gt;Cause the truth about the world is that crime does pay&lt;br /&gt;So if you walk away&lt;br /&gt;Who is gonna stay&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'd like to make the world be a better place&lt;br /&gt;When the truth walks away&lt;br /&gt;Everybody stays&lt;br /&gt;Cause the truth about the world is that crime does pay&lt;br /&gt;So if you walk away&lt;br /&gt;Who is gonna stay&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'd like to think the world is a better place&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to leave the world as a better place&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to think the world&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17486749-5027344597554374843?l=smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com/feeds/5027344597554374843/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17486749&amp;postID=5027344597554374843' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486749/posts/default/5027344597554374843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486749/posts/default/5027344597554374843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com/2007/03/have-you-ever.html' title='Have You Ever?'/><author><name>The Smoking Man</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6sS_QU-IcbA/S6V-Fb7QC5I/AAAAAAAAAKA/nClPujioWtQ/S220/SmokeManSmall.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6sS_QU-IcbA/Redz2QQuG7I/AAAAAAAAAF0/jhFnH9CZdEY/s72-c/Offspring.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17486749.post-4949261919178322145</id><published>2007-02-19T11:28:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-10T07:21:58.077Z</updated><title type='text'>Não Stresses</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6sS_QU-IcbA/RdmKCIN0YTI/AAAAAAAAAFo/qav8qxoNsLs/s1600-h/Mind+Da+Gap.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033205827733053746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 290px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 91px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="184" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6sS_QU-IcbA/RdmKCIN0YTI/AAAAAAAAAFo/qav8qxoNsLs/s400/Mind+Da+Gap.JPG" width="312" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mind Da Gap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://pwp.netcabo.pt/mantiria/som/mind da gap - nao stresses.mp3" width="310" height="45" type="audio/mpeg" border="0" autostart="false" autoplay="false" loop="false" volume="75%"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Esta é para quem está fechado das nove às dezoito&lt;br /&gt;A trabalhar por alguém que nem merece respeito&lt;br /&gt;E a pensar: quando é que me reconhecem talento?&lt;br /&gt;A descontar para incompetentes indiferentes ao teu sustento&lt;br /&gt;Ou à forma como vives, desgastado&lt;br /&gt;Chegas a casa e já só queres estar sentado&lt;br /&gt;A ver imagens que já tens comprado&lt;br /&gt;Com mensagens que te dão o prazer de ser anestesiado&lt;br /&gt;Cada vez mais afastado daqueles que amas&lt;br /&gt;Porque amanhã cai-te tudo de novo nas costas&lt;br /&gt;Já sabes que isso te remoi e reages assim&lt;br /&gt;Sais com uma nesga de luz, o dia tá no fim&lt;br /&gt;Não te deixes atingir ir abaixo sentir o fundo&lt;br /&gt;Ou talvez nunca voltes desse mundo refundo&lt;br /&gt;Eu por aí passei algumas vezes confesso&lt;br /&gt;Numa divisão sem luzes à parede encostado stress!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não é só para ti que eu falo, é para toda a gente&lt;br /&gt;Não stresses! Expulsa o negativo aí de dentro&lt;br /&gt;Não é só por mim que eu falo é por todos nós&lt;br /&gt;Não stresses! Junta-te à nossa voz com sentimento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta vida são dois dias, nós passamos um a passar-nos&lt;br /&gt;Outros a arrependermo-nos de como não aproveitamos&lt;br /&gt;O tempo de outra maneira, mais útil, mais verdadeira&lt;br /&gt;Mais pura e ordeira e nunca mais da fútil prisioneira&lt;br /&gt;Uma forma sem forma, uma soma sem fórmula&lt;br /&gt;Uma norma vazia de dogmas e filtros de boa energia&lt;br /&gt;E de bom karma, portanto, dá um retiro à tua alma&lt;br /&gt;E com calma, aprende a aceitar o que se passa&lt;br /&gt;À tua volta, tudo tem uma razão de ser&lt;br /&gt;Contrariar esse facto, só o torna mais exacto&lt;br /&gt;Só complica a tua existência, só te atrasa o passo&lt;br /&gt;Pagarás caro a arrogância de saíres do compasso&lt;br /&gt;Sai antes do espaço que encerra o teu equilíbrio&lt;br /&gt;Liberta-te de qualquer motivo para entrares em delírio&lt;br /&gt;Não sejas passivo, mas não queiras ser estóico&lt;br /&gt;Deixa o fluxo no seu curso e não sejas paranóico&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não é só para ti que eu falo, é para toda a gente&lt;br /&gt;Não stresses! Expulsa o negativo aí de dentro&lt;br /&gt;Não é só por mim que eu falo é por todos nós&lt;br /&gt;Não stresses! Junta-te à nossa voz com sentimento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inspira, expira, inspira, expira, inspira, expira, inspira, expira... relaxa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pôr as coisas noutro ângulo, observar de outra perspectiva&lt;br /&gt;É meio caminho andado para uma atitude mais positiva&lt;br /&gt;Que por sua vez é outro meio para chegar à harmonia&lt;br /&gt;Acredita, porque a verdade está nos olhos de quem mira&lt;br /&gt;Desabafa hoje deita tudo cá para fora&lt;br /&gt;Vamos partir esta pista levantar voo daqui para outra&lt;br /&gt;Agora abana a cabeça afasta o mau karma&lt;br /&gt;É aqui que entras num diferente comprimento de onda&lt;br /&gt;Discussões com a companhia tiram-te o sono e os apetites&lt;br /&gt;E dão-te uma sensação estranha de vazio na barriga?&lt;br /&gt;Complicações na ocupação incomodam-te como encefalites&lt;br /&gt;Ou dermatites entre os dois extremos da bacia&lt;br /&gt;Sabemos o que isso é vamos livrar-te desse peso&lt;br /&gt;Penso que te posso ajudar a passar por este momento&lt;br /&gt;E por este tempo, porque este tema bem pode ser&lt;br /&gt;Uma iniciação para a solução do problema&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não é só para ti que eu falo, é para toda a gente&lt;br /&gt;Não stresses! Expulsa o negativo aí de dentro&lt;br /&gt;Não é só por mim que eu falo é por todos nós&lt;br /&gt;Não stresses! Junta-te à nossa voz com sentimento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não é só por mim que eu falo, não é só por ti que eu falo&lt;br /&gt;Não stresses&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17486749-4949261919178322145?l=smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com/feeds/4949261919178322145/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17486749&amp;postID=4949261919178322145' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486749/posts/default/4949261919178322145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486749/posts/default/4949261919178322145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com/2007/02/no-stresses.html' title='Não Stresses'/><author><name>The Smoking Man</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6sS_QU-IcbA/S6V-Fb7QC5I/AAAAAAAAAKA/nClPujioWtQ/S220/SmokeManSmall.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6sS_QU-IcbA/RdmKCIN0YTI/AAAAAAAAAFo/qav8qxoNsLs/s72-c/Mind+Da+Gap.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17486749.post-2683191153787584925</id><published>2007-02-12T23:28:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-10T07:21:58.229Z</updated><title type='text'>50 Cêntimos Ou Vai Gervásio?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6sS_QU-IcbA/RdD4bjp0RFI/AAAAAAAAAFc/T8sTR-qi2tE/s1600-h/50+Cent+-+Da+Club.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030793936083633234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="217" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6sS_QU-IcbA/RdD4bjp0RFI/AAAAAAAAAFc/T8sTR-qi2tE/s400/50+Cent+-+Da+Club.JPG" width="205" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://pwp.netcabo.pt/mantiria/som/50 cent - in da club.mp3" width="310" height="45" type="audio/mpeg" border="0" autostart="false" autoplay="false" loop="false" volume="75%"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Go, go, go, go, go, go&lt;br /&gt;Go, Shorty&lt;br /&gt;It's your birthday&lt;br /&gt;We gon' party like it's your birthday&lt;br /&gt;We gon' sip Bacardi like it's your birthday&lt;br /&gt;And you know we don't give a fuck&lt;br /&gt;cause it's not your birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus (2x)]&lt;br /&gt;You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub&lt;br /&gt;Look mami i got the X, if you into takin drugs&lt;br /&gt;Im into havin sex i ain't into makin love&lt;br /&gt;So come give me a hug if you into getting rubbed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Verse]&lt;br /&gt;When I pull out up front, you see the Benz on dubs&lt;br /&gt;When I roll 20 deep, it's 20 knives in the club&lt;br /&gt;Niggas heard I fuck with Dre, now they wanna show me love&lt;br /&gt;When you sell like Eminem, and the hoes they wanna fuck&lt;br /&gt;But homie ain't nothing change hoes down, G's up&lt;br /&gt;I see Xzibit in the cut that nigga roll that weed up&lt;br /&gt;If you watch how I move you'll mistake me for a playa or pimp&lt;br /&gt;Been hit wit a few shells but I dont walk wit a limp (I might)&lt;br /&gt;In the hood, In L.A, they saying "50 you hot"&lt;br /&gt;They like me, I want them to love me like they love 'Pac&lt;br /&gt;But holla in New York them niggas'll tell ya im loco&lt;br /&gt;And the plan is to put the rap game in a choke hold&lt;br /&gt;I'm full of focused man, my money on my mind&lt;br /&gt;I got a mill out the deal and I'm still on the grind&lt;br /&gt;Now Shorty said she feeling my stash, she feeling my flow&lt;br /&gt;Her girlfriend wanna get bi and they ready to go (Ok!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus (2x)]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Bridge]&lt;br /&gt;My flow, my show brought me the doe&lt;br /&gt;That bought me all my fancy things&lt;br /&gt;My crib, my cars, my clothes, my jewels&lt;br /&gt;Look nigga i done came up and i ain't change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Verse]&lt;br /&gt;And you should love it, way more then you hate it&lt;br /&gt;Nigga you mad? I thought that you'd be happy I made it&lt;br /&gt;I'm that cat by the bar toasting to the good life&lt;br /&gt;You that faggot ass nigga trying to pull me back right?&lt;br /&gt;When my jaws get to bumpin in the club it's on&lt;br /&gt;I wink my eye at you bitch, if she smiles she gone&lt;br /&gt;If the roof on fire, let the motherfucker burn&lt;br /&gt;If you talking bout money homie, I ain't concerned&lt;br /&gt;I'm a tell you what Banks told me cause go 'head switch the style up&lt;br /&gt;If the niggas hate then let 'em hate&lt;br /&gt;and watch the money pile up&lt;br /&gt;Or we go upside they head wit a bottle of bub&lt;br /&gt;They know where we fuckin' be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus (2x)]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't try to act like you ain't know where we been either nigga&lt;br /&gt;In the club all the time nigga, its about to pop off nigga&lt;br /&gt;G-Unit&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-Dp_C_VKYLE" target="new"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Gato Fedorento - Rap Dos Matarruanos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/17486749-2683191153787584925?l=smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com/feeds/2683191153787584925/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17486749&amp;postID=2683191153787584925' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486749/posts/default/2683191153787584925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486749/posts/default/2683191153787584925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com/2007/02/50-cntimos-ou-vai-gervsio.html' title='50 Cêntimos Ou Vai Gervásio?'/><author><name>The Smoking Man</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6sS_QU-IcbA/S6V-Fb7QC5I/AAAAAAAAAKA/nClPujioWtQ/S220/SmokeManSmall.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6sS_QU-IcbA/RdD4bjp0RFI/AAAAAAAAAFc/T8sTR-qi2tE/s72-c/50+Cent+-+Da+Club.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17486749.post-2532117215425727926</id><published>2007-02-08T23:08:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-08T23:16:43.556Z</updated><title type='text'>Littlest Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://static.flickr.com/51/131662586_8264b15069_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 203px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="288" alt="" src="http://static.flickr.com/51/131662586_8264b15069_o.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lily Allen - &lt;em&gt;Littlest Things&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;embed src="http://pwp.netcabo.pt/mantiria/som/lilly allen - littlest things.mp3" width="310" height="45" type="audio/mpeg" border="0" autostart="false" autoplay="false" loop="false" volume="75%"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sometimes I find myself sitting back and reminiscing&lt;br /&gt;Especially when I have to watch other people kissing&lt;br /&gt;And I remember when you started calling me your Mrs&lt;br /&gt;All the play fighting&lt;br /&gt;All the flirtatious disses&lt;br /&gt;I’d tell you sad stories about my childhood&lt;br /&gt;I dunno why I trusted you but I knew that I could&lt;br /&gt;We’d spend the whole weekend&lt;br /&gt;Lying in our own dirt&lt;br /&gt;I was just so happy&lt;br /&gt;In your boxers and your t-shirt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreams, dreams of when we had just started things&lt;br /&gt;Dreams of you and me&lt;br /&gt;It seems, it seems that I can’t shake those memories&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if you have the same dreams too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The littlest things that take me there&lt;br /&gt;I know it sounds lame but it’s so true&lt;br /&gt;I know it’s not right but it seems unfair&lt;br /&gt;That thing’s are reminding me of you&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish we could just pretend&lt;br /&gt;Even if only for one weekend&lt;br /&gt;So come on tell me&lt;br /&gt;Is this the end?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drinkin’ tea in bed, watchin’ DVD’s&lt;br /&gt;When I discovered all your dirty, grotty magazines&lt;br /&gt;You’d take me out shopping&lt;br /&gt;And all we’d buy is trainers&lt;br /&gt;As if we ever needed anything to entertain us&lt;br /&gt;The first time that you introduced me to your friends&lt;br /&gt;And you could that tell I was nervous, so you held my hand&lt;br /&gt;When I was feeling down, you’d make that face you do&lt;br /&gt;There’s no-one in the world who could replace you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreams, dreams of when we had just started things&lt;br /&gt;Dreams of me and you&lt;br /&gt;It seems, it seems that I can’t shake those memories&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if you feel the same way too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The littlest things that take me there&lt;br /&gt;I know it sounds lame but it’s so true&lt;br /&gt;I know it’s not right but it seems unfair&lt;br /&gt;That thing’s are reminding me of you&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish we could just pretend&lt;br /&gt;Even if only for one weekend&lt;br /&gt;So come on tell me&lt;br /&gt;Is this the end? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17486749-2532117215425727926?l=smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com/feeds/2532117215425727926/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17486749&amp;postID=2532117215425727926' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486749/posts/default/2532117215425727926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486749/posts/default/2532117215425727926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com/2007/02/littlest-things.html' title='Littlest Things'/><author><name>The Smoking Man</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6sS_QU-IcbA/S6V-Fb7QC5I/AAAAAAAAAKA/nClPujioWtQ/S220/SmokeManSmall.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17486749.post-8133579653233382457</id><published>2007-02-06T23:35:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-07T00:20:54.309Z</updated><title type='text'>Momento Musical</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pwp.netcabo.pt/mantiria/imagens/irmaos"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 314px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="151" alt="" src="http://pwp.netcabo.pt/mantiria/imagens/irmaos catita.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Irmãos Catita - &lt;em&gt;Conan O Homem Rã&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://pwp.netcabo.pt/mantiria/som/irmaos catita - conan o homem ra.mp3" width="310" height="45" border="0" autostart="false" autoplay="false" loop="false" volume="75%"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Escolha uma cadeira, coma um pudim flan&lt;br /&gt;Vai ouvir a historia de Conan o Homem Rã&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Escolha uma cadeira, coma um pudim flan&lt;br /&gt;Vai ouvir a historia de Conan o Homem Rã&lt;br /&gt;Conan o Homem Rã, herói da Trafaria&lt;br /&gt;Nascido sem mamã era filho de uma tia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conan Conan Conan o Homem Rã&lt;br /&gt;Conan Conan Conan o Homem Rã&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sua namorada era uma indonésia anã&lt;br /&gt;Dizia a rapaziada: "Olha a miuda do Conan!"&lt;br /&gt;Era debochada, não tinha soutien&lt;br /&gt;Tinha a cona assada de foder toda a manhã&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conan Conan Conan o Homem Rã&lt;br /&gt;Conan Conan Conan o Homem Rã&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não fazia escolhas fodia com tudo&lt;br /&gt;Estucadores e trolhas, até um surdo mudo&lt;br /&gt;Era pelos campos, era pelas hortas&lt;br /&gt;O pobre Conan já não cabia nas portas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conan Conan Conan o Homem Rã&lt;br /&gt;Conan Conan Conan o Homem Rã&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um dia pensou&lt;br /&gt;"O que é que hei de fazer?"&lt;br /&gt;"Foda-se já sei!"&lt;br /&gt;"Vou comprar um fecho éclair!"&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto ela dormia, coseu-lho na vulva&lt;br /&gt;Sem pagar portagem não passa aqui uma pulga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conan Conan Conan o Homem rã&lt;br /&gt;Conan Conan Conan o Homem rã&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foram lá escuteiros, foram japoneses&lt;br /&gt;Só os paneleiros é que não eram fregueses&lt;br /&gt;Era todo o dia sempre dentro e fora&lt;br /&gt;E o Conan dizia: "Crise.. Qual crise?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conan Conan Conan o Homem rã&lt;br /&gt;Conan Conan Conan o Homem rã&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Epah pôs-lhe um contador&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo ao pé da greta&lt;br /&gt;Fez-se milionário&lt;br /&gt;Tornou-se forreta&lt;br /&gt;Esta é uma história&lt;br /&gt;Plena de sucesso&lt;br /&gt;Não temos memória&lt;br /&gt;De maior burgesso!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conan Conan Conan o Homem rã&lt;br /&gt;Conan Conan Conan o Homem rã&lt;br /&gt;Conan Conan Conan o Homem rã&lt;br /&gt;Conan Conan Conan o Homem rã&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17486749-8133579653233382457?l=smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com/feeds/8133579653233382457/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17486749&amp;postID=8133579653233382457' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486749/posts/default/8133579653233382457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486749/posts/default/8133579653233382457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com/2007/02/momento-musical.html' title='Momento Musical'/><author><name>The Smoking Man</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6sS_QU-IcbA/S6V-Fb7QC5I/AAAAAAAAAKA/nClPujioWtQ/S220/SmokeManSmall.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17486749.post-898319251918169467</id><published>2007-01-27T01:10:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-10T07:21:59.133Z</updated><title type='text'>Vaga De Frio</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6sS_QU-IcbA/RbqnGVCvSDI/AAAAAAAAAEU/pxqpmRdfM8M/s1600-h/Sinal+Do+CÃ©u.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024512061454895154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="290" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6sS_QU-IcbA/RbqnGVCvSDI/AAAAAAAAAEU/pxqpmRdfM8M/s400/Sinal+Do+C%C3%A9u.JPG" width="387" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Notícias de última hora:&lt;/strong&gt; As nuvens desvendaram-nos um sinal nos céus e foi como se de um aviso se tratasse... vem aí um frio do c******!!! Hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6sS_QU-IcbA/Rbqm41CvSCI/AAAAAAAAAEM/68KiS10GpiE/s1600-h/Gelo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024511829526661154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="288" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6sS_QU-IcbA/Rbqm41CvSCI/AAAAAAAAAEM/68KiS10GpiE/s400/Gelo.JPG" width="388" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mas não nos podemos realmente queixar (ainda) de tanto frio que cause algo como isto... até somos privilegiados, neste &lt;em&gt;cantinho à beira mar plantado&lt;/em&gt;... o planeta mais tarde nos dirá! :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6sS_QU-IcbA/Rbqmz1CvSBI/AAAAAAAAAEE/7Rv4ach8zLI/s1600-h/Casal+Gelado+01.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024511743627315218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="308" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6sS_QU-IcbA/Rbqmz1CvSBI/AAAAAAAAAEE/7Rv4ach8zLI/s400/Casal+Gelado+01.JPG" width="380" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mas voltando à vaga de frio que nos assola, podemos sempre fazer algo para aquecer e... quebrar o gelo! Bela imagem sim senhor! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6sS_QU-IcbA/Rbqmu1CvSAI/AAAAAAAAAD8/AZk-TOkhCKY/s1600-h/Casal+Gelado+02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024511657727969282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="284" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6sS_QU-IcbA/Rbqmu1CvSAI/AAAAAAAAAD8/AZk-TOkhCKY/s400/Casal+Gelado+02.jpg" width="387" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Que não vos faltem ideias! Manta is in &lt;em&gt;tha&lt;/em&gt; house! :D&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17486749-898319251918169467?l=smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com/feeds/898319251918169467/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17486749&amp;postID=898319251918169467' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486749/posts/default/898319251918169467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486749/posts/default/898319251918169467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com/2007/01/vaga-de-frio.html' title='Vaga De Frio'/><author><name>The Smoking Man</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6sS_QU-IcbA/S6V-Fb7QC5I/AAAAAAAAAKA/nClPujioWtQ/S220/SmokeManSmall.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6sS_QU-IcbA/RbqnGVCvSDI/AAAAAAAAAEU/pxqpmRdfM8M/s72-c/Sinal+Do+C%C3%A9u.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17486749.post-8721541726452624983</id><published>2007-01-19T16:24:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-10T07:22:00.117Z</updated><title type='text'>Just Smile</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6sS_QU-IcbA/RbDzyKDxikI/AAAAAAAAADk/k4C1w_rCKm8/s1600-h/Smile+01.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021781627537295938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6sS_QU-IcbA/RbDzyKDxikI/AAAAAAAAADk/k4C1w_rCKm8/s400/Smile+01.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6sS_QU-IcbA/RbDzoqDxijI/AAAAAAAAADc/8suzxqrWyh8/s1600-h/Smile+03.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021781464328538674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 323px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 327px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="338" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6sS_QU-IcbA/RbDzoqDxijI/AAAAAAAAADc/8suzxqrWyh8/s400/Smile+03.JPG" width="334" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6sS_QU-IcbA/RbDzgqDxiiI/AAAAAAAAADU/WuAXj3F-VAQ/s1600-h/Smile+02.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021781326889585186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6sS_QU-IcbA/RbDzgqDxiiI/AAAAAAAAADU/WuAXj3F-VAQ/s400/Smile+02.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6sS_QU-IcbA/RbDzXKDxihI/AAAAAAAAADM/2Ypn_ff5Itc/s1600-h/Smile+04.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021781163680827922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="350" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6sS_QU-IcbA/RbDzXKDxihI/AAAAAAAAADM/2Ypn_ff5Itc/s400/Smile+04.JPG" width="315" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Finally! I got a new f***ing job! Nada de especial, mas por agora deve chegar... vamos ver!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;E o Código da Estrada também já cá canta! :D Just Smile!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17486749-8721541726452624983?l=smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com/feeds/8721541726452624983/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17486749&amp;postID=8721541726452624983' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486749/posts/default/8721541726452624983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486749/posts/default/8721541726452624983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com/2007/01/just-smile.html' title='Just Smile'/><author><name>The Smoking Man</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6sS_QU-IcbA/S6V-Fb7QC5I/AAAAAAAAAKA/nClPujioWtQ/S220/SmokeManSmall.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6sS_QU-IcbA/RbDzyKDxikI/AAAAAAAAADk/k4C1w_rCKm8/s72-c/Smile+01.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17486749.post-6596455966530544764</id><published>2007-01-10T00:02:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-10T07:22:00.288Z</updated><title type='text'>The Reflecting God</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6sS_QU-IcbA/RaQp5oA-j3I/AAAAAAAAADA/7OEKDFYqVdY/s1600-h/Marilyn+Manson.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018181954768375666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6sS_QU-IcbA/RaQp5oA-j3I/AAAAAAAAADA/7OEKDFYqVdY/s400/Marilyn+Manson.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Marilyn Manson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Reflecting God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://pwp.netcabo.pt/mantiria/som/marilyn manson - the reflecting god.mp3" width="310" height="45" type="audio/mpeg" border="0" autostart="false" autoplay="false" loop="false" volume="75%"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Your world is an ashtray&lt;br /&gt;We burn and coil like cigarettes&lt;br /&gt;The more you cry your ashes turn to mud&lt;br /&gt;The nature of the leeches&lt;br /&gt;The virgin's feeling cheated&lt;br /&gt;You've only spent a second of your life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My world is unaffected, there is an exit here&lt;br /&gt;I say it is and it's true,&lt;br /&gt;There is a dream inside a dream,&lt;br /&gt;I'm wide awake the more I sleep&lt;br /&gt;You'll understand when I'm dead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to God just to see, and I was looking at me&lt;br /&gt;Saw Heaven and Hell were lies&lt;br /&gt;When I'm God everyone dies&lt;br /&gt;Scar/can you feel my power?&lt;br /&gt;Shoot here and the world gets smaller&lt;br /&gt;Scar/scar/can you feel my power?&lt;br /&gt;One shot and the world gets smaller&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's jump upon the sharp swords&lt;br /&gt;And cut away our smiles&lt;br /&gt;Without the threat of death&lt;br /&gt;There's no reason to live at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My world is unaffected, there is an exit here&lt;br /&gt;I say it is and it's true,&lt;br /&gt;There is a dream inside a dream,&lt;br /&gt;I'm wide awake the more I sleep&lt;br /&gt;You'll understand when I'm dead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to God just to see, and I was looking at me&lt;br /&gt;Saw Heaven and Hell were lies&lt;br /&gt;When I'm God everyone dies&lt;br /&gt;Scar/can you feel my power?&lt;br /&gt;Shoot here and the world gets smaller&lt;br /&gt;Scar/scar/can you feel my power?&lt;br /&gt;One shot and the world gets smaller&lt;br /&gt;Shoot shoot shoot motherfucker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Each thing i show you is a piece of my death"&lt;br /&gt;No salvation, no forgiveness&lt;br /&gt;"This is beyond your experience"&lt;br /&gt;Forgiveness...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17486749-6596455966530544764?l=smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com/feeds/6596455966530544764/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17486749&amp;postID=6596455966530544764' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486749/posts/default/6596455966530544764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486749/posts/default/6596455966530544764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com/2007/01/reflecting-god.html' title='The Reflecting God'/><author><name>The Smoking Man</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6sS_QU-IcbA/S6V-Fb7QC5I/AAAAAAAAAKA/nClPujioWtQ/S220/SmokeManSmall.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6sS_QU-IcbA/RaQp5oA-j3I/AAAAAAAAADA/7OEKDFYqVdY/s72-c/Marilyn+Manson.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17486749.post-7984756394967748012</id><published>2007-01-06T17:51:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-10T07:22:00.647Z</updated><title type='text'>These Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6sS_QU-IcbA/RZ_kAYA-j2I/AAAAAAAAACw/9Tt5_sZNU6Y/s1600-h/Album+Covers.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016979205011705698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6sS_QU-IcbA/RZ_kAYA-j2I/AAAAAAAAACw/9Tt5_sZNU6Y/s400/Album+Covers.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;She Wants Revenge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://pwp.netcabo.pt/mantiria/som/she wants revenge - these things.mp3" width="310" height="45" type="audio/mpeg" border="0" autostart="false" autoplay="false" loop="false" volume="75%"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;These Things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;There is nothing to see here people keep moving on&lt;br /&gt;Slowly their necks turn and then they're gone&lt;br /&gt;No one cares when the show is done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing in line and its cold and you want to go&lt;br /&gt;Remember a joke so you turn around&lt;br /&gt;There is no one to listen so you laugh by yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;I heard it's cold out, but her popsicle melts&lt;br /&gt;She's in the bathroom, she pleasures herself&lt;br /&gt;Says I'm a bad man, she's locking me out&lt;br /&gt;It's cause of these things, it's cause of these things&lt;br /&gt;Let make a fast plan, watch it burn to the ground&lt;br /&gt;I try to whisper, so no one figures it out&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a bad man, I'm just overwhelmed&lt;br /&gt;It's cause of these things, it's cause of these things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The crowd on the street walks slowly, don't mind the rain&lt;br /&gt;Lovers hold hands to numb the pain,&lt;br /&gt;Gripping tightly to something that they will never own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And those by themselves by choice or by some reward&lt;br /&gt;No mistakes only now you're bored&lt;br /&gt;This is the time of your life but you just can't tell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus x 2]&lt;br /&gt;I heard it's cold out, but her popsicle melts&lt;br /&gt;She's in the bathroom, she pleasures herself&lt;br /&gt;Says I'm a bad man, she's locking me out&lt;br /&gt;It's cause of these things, it's cause of these things&lt;br /&gt;Let make a fast plan, watch it burn to the ground&lt;br /&gt;I try to whisper, so no one figures it out&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a bad man, I'm just overwhelmed&lt;br /&gt;It's cause of these things, it's cause of these things&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6sS_QU-IcbA/RZ_j8IA-j1I/AAAAAAAAACo/gH1QYkeYL5g/s1600-h/She+Wants+Revenge.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016979131997261650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6sS_QU-IcbA/RZ_j8IA-j1I/AAAAAAAAACo/gH1QYkeYL5g/s400/She+Wants+Revenge.JPG" border="0" /&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/17486749-7984756394967748012?l=smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com/feeds/7984756394967748012/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17486749&amp;postID=7984756394967748012' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486749/posts/default/7984756394967748012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486749/posts/default/7984756394967748012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com/2007/01/these-things.html' title='These Things'/><author><name>The Smoking Man</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6sS_QU-IcbA/S6V-Fb7QC5I/AAAAAAAAAKA/nClPujioWtQ/S220/SmokeManSmall.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6sS_QU-IcbA/RZ_kAYA-j2I/AAAAAAAAACw/9Tt5_sZNU6Y/s72-c/Album+Covers.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17486749.post-5924722656780120426</id><published>2007-01-01T00:05:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-10T07:22:00.945Z</updated><title type='text'>New Year's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6sS_QU-IcbA/RZgx_NJ8O2I/AAAAAAAAACM/l3I7sCn41xQ/s1600-h/U2NewYear.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014813147009923938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6sS_QU-IcbA/RZgx_NJ8O2I/AAAAAAAAACM/l3I7sCn41xQ/s400/U2NewYear.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;U2 - &lt;em&gt;New Year's Day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://pwp.netcabo.pt/mantiria/som/u2 - new years day.mp3" width="310" height="45" type="audio/mpeg" border="0" autostart="false" autoplay="false" loop="false" volume="75%"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All is quiet on New Year's Day&lt;br /&gt;A world in white gets underway&lt;br /&gt;I want to be with you&lt;br /&gt;Be with you night and day&lt;br /&gt;Nothing changes on New Year's Day&lt;br /&gt;On New Year's Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be with you again&lt;br /&gt;I will be with you again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under a blood red sky&lt;br /&gt;A crowd has gathered in black and white&lt;br /&gt;Arms entwined, the chosen few&lt;br /&gt;The newspapers says, says&lt;br /&gt;Say it's true it's true...&lt;br /&gt;And we can break through&lt;br /&gt;Though torn in two&lt;br /&gt;We can be one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I...I will begin again&lt;br /&gt;I...I will begin again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh...&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the time is right&lt;br /&gt;Oh...maybe tonight...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be with you again&lt;br /&gt;I will be with you again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so we're told this is the golden age&lt;br /&gt;And gold is the reason for the wars we wage&lt;br /&gt;Though I want to be with you&lt;br /&gt;Be with you night and day&lt;br /&gt;Nothing changes&lt;br /&gt;On New Year's Day&lt;br /&gt;On New Year's Day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6sS_QU-IcbA/RZgyodJ8O3I/AAAAAAAAACU/ZzhpvqAUN_s/s1600-h/U2NewYearSmall.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014813855679527794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6sS_QU-IcbA/RZgyodJ8O3I/AAAAAAAAACU/ZzhpvqAUN_s/s400/U2NewYearSmall.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17486749-5924722656780120426?l=smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com/feeds/5924722656780120426/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17486749&amp;postID=5924722656780120426' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486749/posts/default/5924722656780120426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486749/posts/default/5924722656780120426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com/2007/01/new-years-day.html' title='New Year&apos;s Day'/><author><name>The Smoking Man</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6sS_QU-IcbA/S6V-Fb7QC5I/AAAAAAAAAKA/nClPujioWtQ/S220/SmokeManSmall.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6sS_QU-IcbA/RZgx_NJ8O2I/AAAAAAAAACM/l3I7sCn41xQ/s72-c/U2NewYear.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17486749.post-2979713306009054157</id><published>2006-12-29T00:01:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-10T07:22:01.374Z</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6sS_QU-IcbA/RZRNupV8puI/AAAAAAAAABo/x7EOhZ3okuY/s1600-h/Fresh.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013717748937434850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6sS_QU-IcbA/RZRNupV8puI/AAAAAAAAABo/x7EOhZ3okuY/s400/Fresh.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Olá amigos! Começo por vos dar as notícias &lt;em&gt;frescas&lt;/em&gt; (e em primeira mão - lol) daquilo que se tem passado na minha vida ultimamente. Já devem saber que arranjei emprego. É verdade, já tou a trabalhar, apesar de ser numa base pouco segura: estou a cargo da empresa de trabalho temporário com contratos de uma semana(!). Apesar disto, nem tudo parece ser mau, uma vez que serei remunerado acima daquilo que era antes. Mas trabalho mais uma hora. Que se lixe! Quem precisa não se arma em esquisito... mas, claro que se surgir algo mais estável (mesmo que menos bem remunerado), mudo. É assim... parar é morrer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6sS_QU-IcbA/RZRNzJV8pvI/AAAAAAAAABw/H7aROibzTeY/s1600-h/Champagne.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013717826246846194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 343px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="323" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6sS_QU-IcbA/RZRNzJV8pvI/AAAAAAAAABw/H7aROibzTeY/s400/Champagne.JPG" width="365" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mas a verdade é que este &lt;em&gt;post&lt;/em&gt; serve para vos desejar um &lt;strong&gt;Bom Ano Novo&lt;/strong&gt;, cheio de alegria e repleto de coisas boas. Do ano de 2006 guardo na memória um ano de dificuldades, mas seguramente de grande aprendizagem e evolução. Quando caímos temos que nos levantar. São ciclos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6sS_QU-IcbA/RZRNoJV8ptI/AAAAAAAAABg/v7wab0dowWg/s1600-h/Pombinhos.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013717637268285138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6sS_QU-IcbA/RZRNoJV8ptI/AAAAAAAAABg/v7wab0dowWg/s400/Pombinhos.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Esta foto foi aqui colocada para dedicar a duas pessoas de quem gosto muito. Vocês sabem quem são! ;) Agora é levar a coisa com calma e sem stresses! &lt;em&gt;Cucurruuuu... cucurruuuuu....&lt;/em&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pwp.netcabo.pt/mantiria/smoke/champaign fizzing.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 103px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 99px" height="109" alt="" src="http://pwp.netcabo.pt/mantiria/smoke/champaign fizzing.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;E pronto, acho que está tudo dito. Agora é desejar que o ano novo venha com boas novas para nós e para os que gostam de nós, para o país (hahahaha foi uma piada!) e claro que o nosso Benfica seja campeão e ganhe a taça UEFA. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17486749-2979713306009054157?l=smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com/feeds/2979713306009054157/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17486749&amp;postID=2979713306009054157' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486749/posts/default/2979713306009054157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486749/posts/default/2979713306009054157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com/2006/12/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!'/><author><name>The Smoking Man</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6sS_QU-IcbA/S6V-Fb7QC5I/AAAAAAAAAKA/nClPujioWtQ/S220/SmokeManSmall.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6sS_QU-IcbA/RZRNupV8puI/AAAAAAAAABo/x7EOhZ3okuY/s72-c/Fresh.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17486749.post-7933689782753599649</id><published>2006-12-22T17:05:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-10T07:22:01.618Z</updated><title type='text'>Merry Xmas Everyone!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pwp.netcabo.pt/mantiria/smoke/xmas.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 381px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="279" alt="" src="http://pwp.netcabo.pt/mantiria/smoke/xmas.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Olá meus amores! Este post serve para desejar-vos a todos um excelente Natal, junto dos vossos queridos, com tudo de bom... e blábláblá (aquelas balelas do costume...) e &lt;em&gt;diz que até vão aparecer gajas boas&lt;/em&gt; (tipo aquelas de Ermesinde... lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6sS_QU-IcbA/RYwRT5V8psI/AAAAAAAAABQ/bj0lfR1b1L4/s1600-h/Xmas.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011399518864582338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6sS_QU-IcbA/RYwRT5V8psI/AAAAAAAAABQ/bj0lfR1b1L4/s400/Xmas.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bem vamo-nos deixar dessas considerações sobre &lt;em&gt;chichas,&lt;/em&gt; e contemplem-me bem esta bela imagem. Que imagem tão bonita para esta quadra de paz (pás, pás, pás! - lol) e alegria (lalalala)... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6sS_QU-IcbA/RYwROpV8prI/AAAAAAAAABI/2vJed0PU2fE/s1600-h/XmasTree.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011399428670269106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6sS_QU-IcbA/RYwROpV8prI/AAAAAAAAABI/2vJed0PU2fE/s400/XmasTree.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Agora fora de brincadeiras, espero que recebam muitas prendinhas especialmente se as desejavam (lol) e que comam e bebam de maneira bem condizente com esta quadra, ou seja, que nem umas bestas devoradoras (hahaha), mas cuidadinho a quem vai conduzir... bebam só depois de chegar ao destino! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pwp.netcabo.pt/mantiria/smoke/boneconeve.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 101px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 93px" height="105" alt="" src="http://pwp.netcabo.pt/mantiria/smoke/boneconeve.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Este belo &lt;em&gt;gif&lt;/em&gt;zinho que o &lt;strong&gt;Pescas&lt;/strong&gt; me mandou (obrigado Pescas!) fica aqui que nem uma luva, para terminar este &lt;em&gt;post&lt;/em&gt; natalício em beleza... hahahaha este boneco encarna bem o espírito da época... ai boneca de neve não fujas não...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FELIZ NATAL PESSOAL!!!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17486749-7933689782753599649?l=smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com/feeds/7933689782753599649/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17486749&amp;postID=7933689782753599649' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486749/posts/default/7933689782753599649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486749/posts/default/7933689782753599649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com/2006/12/merry-xmas-everyone.html' title='Merry Xmas Everyone!!!'/><author><name>The Smoking Man</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6sS_QU-IcbA/S6V-Fb7QC5I/AAAAAAAAAKA/nClPujioWtQ/S220/SmokeManSmall.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6sS_QU-IcbA/RYwRT5V8psI/AAAAAAAAABQ/bj0lfR1b1L4/s72-c/Xmas.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17486749.post-3006537217311180396</id><published>2006-12-21T00:02:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-10T07:22:01.902Z</updated><title type='text'>Zugas - O Que Fazer?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6sS_QU-IcbA/RYnKnZV8pqI/AAAAAAAAAA4/0JS8UQH9944/s1600-h/Narsa+01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010758838593037986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 233px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 244px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="272" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6sS_QU-IcbA/RYnKnZV8pqI/AAAAAAAAAA4/0JS8UQH9944/s400/Narsa+01.jpg" width="255" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sintomas, causas, efeitos secundários e soluções possíveis derivados/as do consumo de álcool:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sintoma:&lt;/strong&gt; Pés húmidos e frios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Causa:&lt;/strong&gt; Estás a agarrar o copo com um ângulo incorrecto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Solução:&lt;/strong&gt; Vai virando o copo até a parte aberta ficar virada para cima.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sintoma:&lt;/strong&gt; Pés quentes e molhados.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Causa:&lt;/strong&gt; Já te mijaste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Solução:&lt;/strong&gt; Procura a casa de banho mais próxima e seca-te.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sintoma:&lt;/strong&gt; A parede à tua frente está cheia de luzes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Causa:&lt;/strong&gt; Caíste de costas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Solução:&lt;/strong&gt; Posiciona o teu corpo 90º em relação ao chão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sintoma:&lt;/strong&gt; Tens a boca cheia de beatas de cigarros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Causa:&lt;/strong&gt; Caíste com a fronha dentro do cinzeiro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Solução:&lt;/strong&gt; Cospe e enxagua com um bom Gin tónico.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sintoma:&lt;/strong&gt; O chão está desfocado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Causa:&lt;/strong&gt; Estás a olhar através de um copo vazio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Solução:&lt;/strong&gt; Enche o copo!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sintoma:&lt;/strong&gt; O chão está a mexer-se.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Causa:&lt;/strong&gt; Estás a ser arrastado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Solução:&lt;/strong&gt; Pergunta ao menos para onde é que te estão a levar, caso seja para outro bar está tudo bem, no caso contrário, manifesta-te!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sintoma:&lt;/strong&gt; Ouves as pessoas a falar com um estranho eco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Causa:&lt;/strong&gt; Tens o copo na orelha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Solução:&lt;/strong&gt; Pára de te armar em parvo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sintoma:&lt;/strong&gt; A discoteca mexe-se muito, toda a gente está vestida de branco e a música já começa a ser repetitiva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Causa:&lt;/strong&gt; Estás numa Ambulância.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Solução:&lt;/strong&gt; Não te mexas é um possível &lt;em&gt;coma alcoólico&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sintoma:&lt;/strong&gt; O teu pai parece chateado e os teus irmãos olham para ti como se não soubessem quem tu és.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Causa:&lt;/strong&gt; Ups! Casa Errada!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Solução:&lt;/strong&gt; Pergunta se sabem onde fica a tua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sintoma:&lt;/strong&gt; Um enorme foco de luz da discoteca quase te deixa cego.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Causa:&lt;/strong&gt; Estás a arrochar no meio da rua e já amanheceu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Solução:&lt;/strong&gt; Café e uma boa sorna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;n.d.r. &lt;strong&gt;Pedro&lt;/strong&gt; obrigado pelo email. Thanx amigo!&lt;/em&gt; ;-) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6sS_QU-IcbA/RYnKhZV8ppI/AAAAAAAAAAw/r8xWDg3DbEg/s1600-h/Narsa+02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010758735513822866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 354px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 208px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="239" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6sS_QU-IcbA/RYnKhZV8ppI/AAAAAAAAAAw/r8xWDg3DbEg/s400/Narsa+02.jpg" width="377" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;E é assim... as figuras que uma pessoa faz com os copos... tristes é verdade... mas tenho para mim um ditado que me acompanha ainda hoje: &lt;em&gt;Antes ser um bêbedo conhecido, que um alcoólico anónimo!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17486749-3006537217311180396?l=smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com/feeds/3006537217311180396/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17486749&amp;postID=3006537217311180396' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486749/posts/default/3006537217311180396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486749/posts/default/3006537217311180396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com/2006/12/zugas-o-que-fazer.html' title='Zugas - O Que Fazer?'/><author><name>The Smoking Man</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6sS_QU-IcbA/S6V-Fb7QC5I/AAAAAAAAAKA/nClPujioWtQ/S220/SmokeManSmall.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6sS_QU-IcbA/RYnKnZV8pqI/AAAAAAAAAA4/0JS8UQH9944/s72-c/Narsa+01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17486749.post-8473113229122137069</id><published>2006-12-18T00:02:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-10T07:22:02.151Z</updated><title type='text'>Lasciatemi Cantare</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6sS_QU-IcbA/RYXR55V8poI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Fhu66krjeKo/s1600-h/Italia.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009640953095169666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6sS_QU-IcbA/RYXR55V8poI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Fhu66krjeKo/s400/Italia.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Toto Cutugno - &lt;em&gt;L'Italiano (Lasciatemi Cantare)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://pwp.netcabo.pt/mantiria/som/toto cutugno - l'italiano.mp3" width="310" height="45" type="audio/mpeg" border="0" autostart="false" autoplay="false" loop="false" volume="75%"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lasciatemi cantare &lt;br /&gt;con la chitarra in mano &lt;br /&gt;lasciatemi cantare... &lt;br /&gt;sono un italiano! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buongiorno Italia gli spaghetti al dente &lt;br /&gt;un partigiano come presidente, &lt;br /&gt;con l'autoradio sempre nella mano destra &lt;br /&gt;un canarino sopra la finestra. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buongiorno Italia con i tuoi artisti, &lt;br /&gt;con troppa America sui manifesti, &lt;br /&gt;con le canzoni, con amore e con il cuore, &lt;br /&gt;con più donne sempre meno suore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buongiorno Italia, buongiorno Maria, &lt;br /&gt;con gli occhi pieni di malinconia, &lt;br /&gt;buongiorno Dio ... sai che ci sono anch'io. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lasciatemi cantare &lt;br /&gt;con la chitarra in mano, &lt;br /&gt;lasciatemi cantare &lt;br /&gt;una canzone piano piano. &lt;br /&gt;Lasciatemi cantare, &lt;br /&gt;perché ne sono fiero, &lt;br /&gt;sono un italiano, &lt;br /&gt;un italiano vero. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buongiorno Italia che non si spaventa &lt;br /&gt;con la crema da barba alla menta, &lt;br /&gt;con un vestito gessato sul blu &lt;br /&gt;e la moviola la domenica in TV. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buongiorno Italia col caffè ristretto, &lt;br /&gt;le calze nuove nel primo cassetto; &lt;br /&gt;con la bandiera in tintoria &lt;br /&gt;e una Seicento giù di carrozzeria. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buongiorno Italia, buongiorno Maria, &lt;br /&gt;con gli occhi pieni di malinconia, &lt;br /&gt;buongiorno Dio ... lo sai che ci sono anch'io. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lasciatemi cantare &lt;br /&gt;con la chitarra in mano, &lt;br /&gt;lasciatemi cantare &lt;br /&gt;una canzone piano piano. &lt;br /&gt;Lasciatemi cantare, &lt;br /&gt;perché ne sono fiero: &lt;br /&gt;sono un italiano, &lt;br /&gt;un italiano vero&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6sS_QU-IcbA/RYXRvJV8pnI/AAAAAAAAAAY/aTB00Wsa_lc/s1600-h/Italy+Champions.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009640768411575922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6sS_QU-IcbA/RYXRvJV8pnI/AAAAAAAAAAY/aTB00Wsa_lc/s400/Italy+Champions.JPG" border="0" /&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/17486749-8473113229122137069?l=smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com/feeds/8473113229122137069/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17486749&amp;postID=8473113229122137069' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486749/posts/default/8473113229122137069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486749/posts/default/8473113229122137069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com/2006/12/lasciatemi-cantare.html' title='Lasciatemi Cantare'/><author><name>The Smoking Man</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6sS_QU-IcbA/S6V-Fb7QC5I/AAAAAAAAAKA/nClPujioWtQ/S220/SmokeManSmall.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6sS_QU-IcbA/RYXR55V8poI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Fhu66krjeKo/s72-c/Italia.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17486749.post-2434531374225814005</id><published>2006-12-15T00:02:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-10T07:22:02.365Z</updated><title type='text'>Save A Prayer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6sS_QU-IcbA/RYHfO-UFvwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9A82-5dc_0E/s1600-h/Duran+Duran.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008529708951125762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6sS_QU-IcbA/RYHfO-UFvwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9A82-5dc_0E/s400/Duran+Duran.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Duran Duran - &lt;em&gt;Save A Prayer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://pwp.netcabo.pt/mantiria/som/duran duran - save a prayer.mp3" width="310" height="45" type="audio/mpeg" border="0" autostart="false" autoplay="false" loop="false" volume="75%"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You saw me standing by the wall,&lt;br /&gt;Corner of a main street&lt;br /&gt;And the lights are flashing on your window sill&lt;br /&gt;All alone ain't much fun,&lt;br /&gt;So you're looking for the thrill&lt;br /&gt;And you know just what it takes and where to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't say a prayer for me now,&lt;br /&gt;Save it 'til the morning after&lt;br /&gt;No, don't say a prayer for me now,&lt;br /&gt;Save it 'til the morning after&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel the breeze deep on the inside,&lt;br /&gt;Look you down into your well&lt;br /&gt;If you can, you'll see the world in all his fire&lt;br /&gt;Take a chance&lt;br /&gt;(Like all dreamers can't find another way)&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to dream it all, just live a day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't say a prayer for me now,&lt;br /&gt;Save it 'til the morning after&lt;br /&gt;No, don't say a prayer for me now,&lt;br /&gt;Save it 'til the morning after&lt;br /&gt;Save it 'til the morning after,&lt;br /&gt;Save it 'til the morning after&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty looking road,&lt;br /&gt;I try to hold the rising floods that fill my skin&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask me why I'll keep my promise,&lt;br /&gt;Melt the ice&lt;br /&gt;And you wanted to dance so I asked you to dance&lt;br /&gt;But fear is in your soul&lt;br /&gt;Some people call it a one night stand&lt;br /&gt;But we can call it paradise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't say a prayer for me now,&lt;br /&gt;Save it 'til the morning after&lt;br /&gt;No, don't say a prayer for me now,&lt;br /&gt;Save it 'til the morning after&lt;br /&gt;Save it 'til the morning after&lt;br /&gt;Save it 'til the morning after&lt;br /&gt;Save it 'til the morning after&lt;br /&gt;Save it 'til the morning after&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Save a prayer 'til the morning after&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17486749-2434531374225814005?l=smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com/feeds/2434531374225814005/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17486749&amp;postID=2434531374225814005' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486749/posts/default/2434531374225814005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486749/posts/default/2434531374225814005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com/2006/12/save-prayer.html' title='Save A Prayer'/><author><name>The Smoking Man</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6sS_QU-IcbA/S6V-Fb7QC5I/AAAAAAAAAKA/nClPujioWtQ/S220/SmokeManSmall.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6sS_QU-IcbA/RYHfO-UFvwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9A82-5dc_0E/s72-c/Duran+Duran.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17486749.post-116584975875024155</id><published>2006-12-11T14:55:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-11T15:10:55.236Z</updated><title type='text'>Tudo Na Mesma</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4831/1691/1600/872821/Lesma.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="212" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4831/1691/400/890312/Lesma.jpg" width="373" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Como a &lt;strong&gt;lesma&lt;/strong&gt;, poder-se-ia dizer. Tá tudo na mesma. Os empregos não parecem aparecer. Estará tudo à espera do início do ano? É que o discurso parece ser sempre o mesmo invariavelmente após cada entrevista: "depois dizemos-lhe algo"... e isso é quando afinal? Dasse!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4831/1691/1600/163779/PcManta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 253px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 303px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="323" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4831/1691/400/165186/PcManta.jpg" width="270" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Entretanto a &lt;em&gt;carcaça&lt;/em&gt; que dá pelo nome de Pc do Manta já trabalha! Tanto cenário apocalíptico traçado por algumas pessoas que conheço e afinal era apenas a fonte de alimentação que estava feita num oito. Dos males o menor... afinal de contas já estava à rasca por achar que teria que vir a investir (o que não tenho) num Processador ou Motherboard novos. No way! No money no love... mas afinal foi tudo falso alarme! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4831/1691/1600/460588/OkManta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="200" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4831/1691/400/876533/OkManta.jpg" width="331" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Voltando à minha principal preocupação - o emprego - parece que apenas recebo telefonemas para &lt;em&gt;Call Center&lt;/em&gt;... parece ser a única coisa que surge nos dias que correm... mas a maior parte deles propõem ordenados que não dão nem para um estudante almoçar (e são a recibo verde) quanto mais para sustentar uma família... mas enfim... amanhã lá vou a mais duas entrevistas deste tipo de emprego desenrasca... a ver vamos se me desenrascará a mim... "Ok Teleseguro fala o Manta"... lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4831/1691/1600/308565/Santa%20Claus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 185px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 210px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="218" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4831/1691/400/685883/Santa%20Claus.jpg" width="211" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pai Natal... quem te escreve é o Manta. Sou um rapaz algo mal comportado que apenas te pede como prenda um emprego minimamente bem remunerado, nem que seja a aturar &lt;em&gt;grunhos&lt;/em&gt; num qualquer Centro Comercial (sim é verdade bombardeei o Colombo com &lt;em&gt;curriculums&lt;/em&gt;). Vá lá Nicolau... não sejas &lt;em&gt;mitra&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17486749-116584975875024155?l=smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com/feeds/116584975875024155/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17486749&amp;postID=116584975875024155' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486749/posts/default/116584975875024155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486749/posts/default/116584975875024155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com/2006/12/tudo-na-mesma.html' title='Tudo Na Mesma'/><author><name>The Smoking Man</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6sS_QU-IcbA/S6V-Fb7QC5I/AAAAAAAAAKA/nClPujioWtQ/S220/SmokeManSmall.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17486749.post-116475490467816676</id><published>2006-11-28T22:26:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-28T23:17:24.980Z</updated><title type='text'>Passa A Outro E Não Ao Mesmo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/Passa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 260px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="297" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/400/Passa.jpg" width="234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pois é... o &lt;a href="http://rafeiroperfumado.blogspot.com"&gt;Rafeiro Perfumado&lt;/a&gt; decidiu fazer uma passagem de testemunho aqui ao vosso amigo e, apesar de alguma demora, cá vai a resposta ao desafio em questão:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1 - ALTURA:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ora bem... 1,78 cm é o que diz no BI. Mas se querem que vos diga, acho que é mais que isso... aqui em cima o ar até é mais &lt;em&gt;rarefeito&lt;/em&gt;... ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2 - QUE SAPATOS ESTÁS A USAR?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bela da pantufa... ah pois é... não tenho problemas em admitir... :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 - MEDO?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não escrever o livro... a árvore se calhar já a plantei num qualquer "Dia da Árvore" quando era petiz, agora o livro é qua não me parece que o escreva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4 - OBJECTIVOS A ALCANÇAR:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ora vejamos... ser um gajo cheio de guito. De tal maneira, que cada vez que espirre saiam notas de 500€. E depois... fazer o que me der na &lt;em&gt;veneta&lt;/em&gt; e "Carpe Diem"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 - FRASE QUE MAIS USAS NO MESSENGER?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"lol" - Hahahahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6 - MELHOR PARTE DO CORPO?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O cérebro. Sem ele que seria do resto?&lt;br /&gt;(e sim... o cérebro está dentro da caixa craniana e não mais "descaído")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7 - PALAVRÕES?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sim... saem algumas vezes. Haverá algo que melhor nos faça deitar fora o "vapor" quando temos uma sublime irritação? Libertam-nos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8 - LADO DA CAMA?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É igual ao litro. Desde que seja em cima do colchão e debaixo dos lençóis... ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9 - TOMAS BANHO TODOS OS DIAS?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah... isso gasta muito a pele... hahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10 - GOSTAS DE TOALHAS QUENTES?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que é isso? Mordomias....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11 - URSINHOS DE PELÚCIA?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pode ser... mas de pelúcia não! Do Benfica pah! Que raio de clube é o Pelúcia?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12 - ACREDITAS EM TI MESMO?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando não me engano a mim mesmo... sou um gajo lixado!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13 - DÁS-TE BEM COM OS TEUS PAIS?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sempre!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14 - GOSTAS DE TEMPESTADES?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por vezes... só não gosto mesmo é das feitas em copos de água! Já não há pachorra para essas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15 - DESPORTO?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Futebol. Para ver, jogar com o pessoal, no campo ou no computador... haverá outros desportos? Desconheço!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16 - PASSATEMPOS E HOBBIES?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouvir música, ver filmes, internet, jogos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17 - FOBIAS E MANIAS?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fobias... acordar um dia e achar que nada vivi. Manias... ter a ideia de julgar saber muito sobre muita coisa... ilusões!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18 - QUANTAS VEZES O TEU NOME JÁ APARECEU NOS JORNAIS?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sempre que se referem ao animal, à marca de artigos de bodyboard, ao Opel...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19 - CICATRIZES NO CORPO?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No queixo... era pequenito e cai de umas escadas com uma guitarra na mão... a corda encarregou-se de me fazer este ar ameaçador (que nem se nota, mas enfim...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20 - DE QUE TE ARREPENDES DE TER FEITO?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só me arrependo das coisas que não fiz. Quanto ao resto já devia saber né?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21 - COR FAVORITA?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosto de azul... mas daquele do Belenenses! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;22 - UM LUGAR ONDE NUNCA ESTIVESTE E GOSTAVAS DE IR?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sei lá... acho que um &lt;em&gt;post&lt;/em&gt; não chegava para responder a esta...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;23 - MANHÃS OU NOITES?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noites... sempre fui um bocado noctívago e como tal... detesto manhãs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;24 - O QUE TENS NOS BOLSOS?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chaves, isqueiro e sempre que necessário o leitor de mp3. Salva-me daquelas conversa de &lt;em&gt;jana&lt;/em&gt; que se ouvem por aí...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;25 - QUE FARIAS SE FOSSES PRIMEIRO-MINISTRO?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estava lá o menor tempo possível e dava à sola para a União Europeia... ah espera lá já fizeram isso antes?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;26 - SE GANHASSES O EUROMILHÕES QUE FARIAS AO DINHEIRO?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Endireitava a vida de quem o merece e ia de férias para a Polinésia francesa... de vez!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;27 - SE TE CAÍSSE NAS MÃOS A LÂMPADA DE ALADINO O QUE FARIAS? QUE DESEJOS PEDIRIAS?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como dizem os brazucas: "Dginhêro, muê e bicho dji pé" :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;28 - SE O MUNDO ACABASSE HOJE ÀS 23h59m QUE FARIAS ATÉ LÁ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não dava tempo para muita coisa... :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;29 - SE TIVESSES UM FILHO SEM SABER COMO, SEM RAZÃO NENHUMA, QUE FARIAS?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sem "razão nenhuma" acho muito improvável... ;) lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Falta a parte de passar a outro e não ao mesmo...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E o testemunho vai para:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://fuckthemalliftheycanttakeajoke.blogspot.com"&gt;Fuck Them All If They Can't Take A Joke&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://hunkiepunkiepowerspirit.blogspot.com"&gt;Hunkie Punkie Power Spirit&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pescasblog.blogspot.com"&gt;PescasBlog II&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora aguentem-se... ou não! :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17486749-116475490467816676?l=smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com/feeds/116475490467816676/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17486749&amp;postID=116475490467816676' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486749/posts/default/116475490467816676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486749/posts/default/116475490467816676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com/2006/11/passa-outro-e-no-ao-mesmo.html' title='Passa A Outro E Não Ao Mesmo!'/><author><name>The Smoking Man</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6sS_QU-IcbA/S6V-Fb7QC5I/AAAAAAAAAKA/nClPujioWtQ/S220/SmokeManSmall.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17486749.post-116428488604400854</id><published>2006-11-23T12:10:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-23T12:44:49.896Z</updated><title type='text'>Meeting Point</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4831/1691/1600/306401/Luv.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 338px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="232" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4831/1691/400/45360/Luv.jpg" width="370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Olá! Pensavam que se tinham visto livres de mim era? Hahahaha &lt;em&gt;no way&lt;/em&gt;! Pois é... o mundo já está cheio de emoções e vibrações negativas e, como tal, aquele &lt;em&gt;post&lt;/em&gt; anterior já estava aqui mal... vamos celebrar o amor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Da Hool - Meet Me At The Love Parade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;embed src="http://pwp.netcabo.pt/mantiria/som/da hool - meet me at the love parade.mp3" width="310" height="45" type="audio/mpeg" border="0" autostart="false" autoplay="false" loop="false" volume="75%"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4831/1691/1600/345375/Love%20Parade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 314px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="373" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4831/1691/400/749035/Love%20Parade.jpg" width="282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Aqui fica uma amorosa imagem da Love Parade, para nos inspirar a sermos melhores para o próximo e deixar a negatividade para trás. Hoje é um dia novo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4831/1691/1600/470717/Meeting%2002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4831/1691/400/82660/Meeting%2002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mas nem por isso vou recomeçar a fazer &lt;em&gt;posts&lt;/em&gt; todos os dias. Não. Não me peçam para voltar ao &lt;em&gt;bombanço&lt;/em&gt; habitual. Em vez disso, deixo-vos aqui uma sinalizaçãozinha que vai assinalar o &lt;em&gt;Smoke&lt;/em&gt; como &lt;strong&gt;meeting point&lt;/strong&gt; habitual. Assim sempre fica com uma cara bem mais bonita não? A vibração positiva nunca fez mal a ninguém e ajuda sempre a encarar as coisas de um modo mais construtivo. Então nada melhor que "construir" aqui um belo &lt;strong&gt;ponto de encontro&lt;/strong&gt; para a agremiação diária dos amigos que estão desse lado do Pc espalhados pelo "planeta" da Internet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4831/1691/1600/491745/Meeting%2001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4831/1691/400/279024/Meeting%2001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;Lost somewhere? Go to the nearest &lt;strong&gt;meeting point... :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17486749-116428488604400854?l=smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com/feeds/116428488604400854/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17486749&amp;postID=116428488604400854' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486749/posts/default/116428488604400854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486749/posts/default/116428488604400854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com/2006/11/meeting-point.html' title='Meeting Point'/><author><name>The Smoking Man</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6sS_QU-IcbA/S6V-Fb7QC5I/AAAAAAAAAKA/nClPujioWtQ/S220/SmokeManSmall.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17486749.post-116407107668349630</id><published>2006-11-21T00:38:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-21T01:07:40.786Z</updated><title type='text'>Game Over</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/Game%20Over.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 389px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 192px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="180" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/400/Game%20Over.jpg" width="374" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Game Over&lt;/strong&gt;. Kaput! Pois é, acabou por acontecer. Juntem um patrão com vontade de implicar e um Manta já com pouca paciência e o que obtêm? Ruptura, pois claro! Estou sem emprego. Após um ano e pouco nesta empresa deu-se o fim de uma relação laboral que começava a azedar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/Email.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 360px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 204px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="213" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/400/Email.jpg" width="379" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Já há algum tempo que a coisa vinha com algumas &lt;em&gt;nuvens&lt;/em&gt;. E criaram-se alguns atritos que culminaram ontem numa &lt;em&gt;fulminante&lt;/em&gt; saída porta fora. Mas nem assim foi nada natural, não, e toda a &lt;em&gt;maquinação premeditada&lt;/em&gt; demonstrada ficou a marinar-me no espírito... depois fazem-se cenários hipotéticos para tentar juntar as peças do puzzle... e formulam-se teorias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/Pepsi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="286" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/400/Pepsi.jpg" width="243" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Teorias? Mas afinal que interessa isso agora? Não me vai colocar comida na mesa, para mim e para o meus, nem sequer me vai criar qualquer tipo satisfação vir a saber o que fez, definitivamente, os acontecimentos resvalarem até aqui. Não há tempo a perder. Tenho que &lt;em&gt;arrepiar&lt;/em&gt; caminho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/Kaput.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 314px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="260" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/400/Kaput.jpg" width="338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Agora há mangas para arregaçar e novas batalhas para travar. O que ficou para trás, lá permanecerá e para a frente é que é o caminho. Vou &lt;em&gt;fuçar&lt;/em&gt; já enquanto tenho uma (mínima) margem de manobra. Este mês de Novembro pauta-se pela morte, anunciada antes pela chegada do outono. E as coisas têm que morrer para delas poder brotar depois vida. É isso que vai acontecer também a este nosso canto. O &lt;em&gt;Smoke&lt;/em&gt; vai sair de cena, à espera de melhores dias... e eu também. &lt;strong&gt;ATENÇÃO: ISTO NÃO É UMA DESPEDIDA!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps: Não sei se cá virei hoje. O tempo urge. Até sempre amigos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17486749-116407107668349630?l=smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com/feeds/116407107668349630/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17486749&amp;postID=116407107668349630' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486749/posts/default/116407107668349630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486749/posts/default/116407107668349630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com/2006/11/game-over.html' title='Game Over'/><author><name>The Smoking Man</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6sS_QU-IcbA/S6V-Fb7QC5I/AAAAAAAAAKA/nClPujioWtQ/S220/SmokeManSmall.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17486749.post-116387292534322686</id><published>2006-11-20T12:03:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-19T23:19:16.593Z</updated><title type='text'>Sunset</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pwp.netcabo.pt/mantiria/smoke/sunset.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 254px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="317" alt="" src="http://pwp.netcabo.pt/mantiria/smoke/sunset.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ESCRITO POR ANDY ROONEY,&lt;br /&gt;APRESENTADOR DO PROGRAMA DA CBS "60 MINUTES"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Para todas as mulheres com mais de 30 anos... e para aquelas que têm medo de entrar nos 30... e para os homens que têm medo ou que não sabem lidar com mulheres com mais de 30! À medida que vou envelhecendo, valorizo cada vez mais as mulheres com mais de 30 anos. Estas são apenas algumas das razões porque o faço:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Uma mulher com mais de 30 nunca te acordará a meio da noite para perguntar "Em que é que estás a pensar?". Ela não se importa com o que tu pensas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Se uma mulher com mais de 30 não quer ver o jogo de futebol, não se senta a teu lado a lamentar-se. Ela faz alguma coisa que queira fazer. E, geralmente, é algo mais interessante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Uma mulher com mais de 30 conhece-se suficientemente bem a si própria para estar certa de quem é, o que quer e de quem o quer. Poucas mulheres com mais de 30 anos ligam alguma ao que tu possas estar a pensar sobre ela ou sobre o que ela está a fazer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- As mulheres acima dos 30 têm dignidade. Raramente terão uma discussão aos gritos contigo na ópera ou no meio de um restaurante chique. No entanto, claro, se tu mereceres, não hesitarão em dar-te um tiro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- As mulheres mais velhas são generosas nos elogios, muitas vezes não merecidos. Elas sabem o que é não ser apreciado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Uma mulher acima dos 30 tem segurança suficiente para te apresentar às amigas. Uma mulher mais nova acompanhada de um homem ignora frequentemente até a melhor amiga porque não confia no homem perto de outra mulher. Uma mulher com mais de 30 não se podia estar mais nas tintas se tu te vais sentir atraído pelas amigas dela, não porque confie em ti, mas porque sabe que elas não a trairão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- As mulheres tornam-se psíquicas à medida que envelhecem. Nunca terás que confessar os teus pecados a uma mulher com mais de 30. Elas sabem sempre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Uma mulher com mais de 30 fica bem a usar um batom vermelho brilhante. O mesmo não se aplica às mulheres mais novas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Depois de ultrapassares uma ou outra ruga, vais ver que uma mulher com mais de 30 é de longe mais sexy do que qualquer colega mais nova.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- As mulheres mais velhas são correctas e honestas. Dizem-te imediatamente que és um idiota se te estiveres a comportar como tal. Nunca tens que tentar adivinhar em que pé estão as coisas entre vocês.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Sim, nós elogiamos a mulher com mais de 30 por várias razões. Infelizmente, não é recíproco. Por cada bela, inteligente, segura e sexy mulher com mais de 30 anos, existe um careca, barrigudo, em calças amarelas a fazer figura de parvo com uma empregada de mesa de 22 anos...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/Abelhas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 243px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 162px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="208" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/320/Abelhas.jpg" width="290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Nada melhor para iniciar a semana do que dar uma bela cacetada nesta colmeia de "abelhinhas" que habitam o blog... não? :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17486749-116387292534322686?l=smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com/feeds/116387292534322686/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17486749&amp;postID=116387292534322686' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486749/posts/default/116387292534322686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486749/posts/default/116387292534322686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com/2006/11/sunset.html' title='Sunset'/><author><name>The Smoking Man</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6sS_QU-IcbA/S6V-Fb7QC5I/AAAAAAAAAKA/nClPujioWtQ/S220/SmokeManSmall.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17486749.post-116373302517009970</id><published>2006-11-17T03:04:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-17T03:15:20.106Z</updated><title type='text'>Pausa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/Break%2003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 315px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 308px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="300" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/400/Break%2003.jpg" width="342" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Aprenda e pratique uma técnica de relaxamento, para libertar a sua mente de pensamentos negativos e perturbações que irão quebrar do círculo vicioso do stress; Afaste-se de situações angustiantes ou conflituosas; Transforme as sessões de relaxamento e alongamento muscular num hábito diário; Evite levar para casa problemas relacionados com o trabalho; peça apoio à sua família, mas não a envolva em problemas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/Pause%2001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 358px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 194px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="185" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/400/Pause%2001.jpg" width="352" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Esforce-se por repartir o seu tempo de forma equilibrada entre trabalho, lazer e família; Caminhe um pouco antes de ir para casa; Vá a livrarias ou museus; Tome uma bebida calmante, com por exemplo um chá quente ou gelado; Ouça música.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/Pause%2002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 355px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 235px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="240" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/400/Pause%2002.jpg" width="364" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Feche os olhos por alguns segundos várias vezes ao dia. Faça inspirações profundas e lentas em sessões repetidas ao longo do dia. Quando sente que o seu ânimo dimimui ou está angustiado, &lt;strong&gt;faça uma pausa&lt;/strong&gt; e siga algumas das sugestões anteriores. Outro movimento simples e muito bom para relaxar é movimentar os ombros para cima e para baixo de forma longa e lenta e esticar as mãos ao mesmo tempo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/Break%2001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 287px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 262px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="284" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/400/Break%2001.jpg" width="319" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Estabeleça horários e rotinas de relaxamento e exercícios pré-definidos com durações específicas. Estes rituais podem transformar-se em verdadeiros "oásis" que o afastam da angústia ameaçadora... &lt;strong&gt;façam uma pausa&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17486749-116373302517009970?l=smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com/feeds/116373302517009970/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17486749&amp;postID=116373302517009970' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486749/posts/default/116373302517009970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486749/posts/default/116373302517009970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com/2006/11/pausa.html' title='Pausa'/><author><name>The Smoking Man</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6sS_QU-IcbA/S6V-Fb7QC5I/AAAAAAAAAKA/nClPujioWtQ/S220/SmokeManSmall.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17486749.post-116363732457912451</id><published>2006-11-16T00:22:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-16T04:46:19.763Z</updated><title type='text'>Curiosidades</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/Curiosidades%2001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 309px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 190px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="244" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/400/Curiosidades%2001.jpg" width="347" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - A frase inglesa &lt;em&gt;"The quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog"&lt;/em&gt; utiliza todas as letras do alfabeto. Foi criada pela Western Union para testar as suas telecomunicações telex/twx!&lt;br /&gt;- A cadeira eléctrica foi inventada por um dentista!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Os moínhos de vento rodam sempre no sentido contrário ao dos ponteiros do relógio. Excepto na Irlanda!&lt;br /&gt;- As unhas dos dedos das mãos crescem 4 vezes mais rápido que as dos pés!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Uma barata consegue viver várias semanas sem cabeça. Acaba por morrer de fome.&lt;br /&gt;- A maior parte das partículas de pó na nossa casa tem origem na pele morta!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Todos temos 300 ossos quando nascemos, mas chegamos a adultos apenas com 206!&lt;br /&gt;- O gafanhoto tem os ouvidos nas suas patas traseiras!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Os ossos das coxas de um humano sao mais fortes que cimento!&lt;br /&gt;- Por ano, milhões de árvores são plantadas acidentalmente por esquilos que enterram nozes e se esquecem onde as enterraram!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- O coração humano bate mais de 100.000 vezes por dia!&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;Tafofobia&lt;/em&gt; é o medo de ser enterrado vivo. Clinofobia é o medo das camas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Por ano, há mais de 50000 sismos em todo o mundo!&lt;br /&gt;- A proxima vez que utilizares vinagre na comida, lembra-te: as pérolas "derretem" em vinagre!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- A força necessária para dar três espirros consecutivos, queima exactamente o mesmo número de calorias que um orgasmo!&lt;br /&gt;- A biblioteca principal da &lt;em&gt;Universidade de Indiana&lt;/em&gt; afunda-se todos os anos cerca de 2,5 cm. Isto acontece porque os engenheiros nao consideraram o peso dos livros que ocupariam o edificio!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Uma pessoa que fume um maço de cigarros por dia, perde aproximadamente dois dentes por cada dez anos!&lt;br /&gt;- O cérebro humano pesa cerca de 1,4 kg. Este consome 25% do oxigénio que respiramos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Os golfinhos dormem com um olho aberto!&lt;br /&gt;- A &lt;em&gt;American Airlines&lt;/em&gt; economizou 8.000.000$00 em 1987, eliminando uma azeitona de cada salada servida na primeira classe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- O &lt;em&gt;louva-a-deus&lt;/em&gt; não pode copular com sua cabeça presa ao corpo. A fémea inicia o coito arrancando a cabeca do macho!&lt;br /&gt;- Os humanos e os golfinhos são as únicas espécies que praticam sexo por prazer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- O isqueiro foi inventado antes dos fósforos!&lt;br /&gt;- A &lt;em&gt;noz-moscada&lt;/em&gt; é extremamente venenosa se injectada directamente na veia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Se toda a população da China passasse por ti ordeiramente e em fila indiana, essa linha nunca terminaria devido à velocidade a que o povo chinês se reproduz!&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;Leonardo Da Vinci&lt;/em&gt; inventou a tesoura!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Quando o café &lt;em&gt;A Brasileira&lt;/em&gt; vendeu os primeiros &lt;em&gt;expressos&lt;/em&gt; em Lisboa, o público achou-os amargos. Dai que o proprietário da casa inventou o &lt;em&gt;slogan&lt;/em&gt; para ajudar nas vendas: "Beba isto com acucar". E pegou. Hoje, a palavra foi reduzida às suas iniciais: BICA!&lt;br /&gt;- O Mónaco tem 2 Km2!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/Curiosidades%2002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/400/Curiosidades%2002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;E é assim... pequenas curiosidades do mundo em que vivemos. E estes são só alguns exemplos. Estão livres para os comentar ao vosso gosto e podem também achar mais alguns para acrescentar à lista já existente. Vá! Sejam &lt;em&gt;curiosos das curiosidades&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17486749-116363732457912451?l=smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com/feeds/116363732457912451/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17486749&amp;postID=116363732457912451' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486749/posts/default/116363732457912451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486749/posts/default/116363732457912451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com/2006/11/curiosidades.html' title='Curiosidades'/><author><name>The Smoking Man</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6sS_QU-IcbA/S6V-Fb7QC5I/AAAAAAAAAKA/nClPujioWtQ/S220/SmokeManSmall.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17486749.post-116354878592559093</id><published>2006-11-15T12:04:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-15T00:06:32.696Z</updated><title type='text'>À Animal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/image001.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 305px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 191px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="221" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/400/image001.jpg" width="365" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Olá people! Deu-me para fazer um &lt;em&gt;post&lt;/em&gt; sobre estas coisas semi desavergonhadas de bichinhos e assim. Podia dar-me para pior! Bom, para começar temos aqui o que se pode chamar uma &lt;strong&gt;beijoca canina&lt;/strong&gt;. Cheia de vontade!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/Stripper%20Dog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 208px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 244px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="284" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/400/Stripper%20Dog.jpg" width="234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Prosseguindo no mundo dos &lt;em&gt;caninos&lt;/em&gt;, temos aqui um belo espécime numa pose de &lt;strong&gt;stripper canídeo&lt;/strong&gt;. Muito bom! Está demais esta foto! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/Macaco.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 209px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="315" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/400/Macaco.jpg" width="230" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Este amigo desenvolveu uma técnica de &lt;em&gt;concerto a solo&lt;/em&gt; muito à frente. À falta de companhia e, como o rapaz como ainda é novo, vai-se entretendo sózinho. É o chamado &lt;strong&gt;autoerotismo símio&lt;/strong&gt;. Lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/Kitties.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 281px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 192px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="180" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/400/Kitties.jpg" width="336" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Estes dois amigos estão entretidíssimos no sofá em deambulações de cariz &lt;strong&gt;oral felino&lt;/strong&gt;. Foram apanhados por um &lt;em&gt;paparazzi&lt;/em&gt; que espreitou à janela e &lt;em&gt;caçou-os&lt;/em&gt;! Lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/69%20Mais%20Porco.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="270" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/400/69%20Mais%20Porco.jpg" width="315" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; E estes porcos? Este é mesmo o mais &lt;em&gt;hardcore&lt;/em&gt; de todos! É algo que simplesmente só pode ser descrito como o &lt;strong&gt;69 mais suíno de sempre&lt;/strong&gt;! Hahahahaha! E pronto, assim se faz um &lt;em&gt;post&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;à animal&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17486749-116354878592559093?l=smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com/feeds/116354878592559093/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17486749&amp;postID=116354878592559093' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486749/posts/default/116354878592559093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486749/posts/default/116354878592559093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com/2006/11/animal.html' title='À Animal'/><author><name>The Smoking Man</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6sS_QU-IcbA/S6V-Fb7QC5I/AAAAAAAAAKA/nClPujioWtQ/S220/SmokeManSmall.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17486749.post-116345951795399891</id><published>2006-11-14T12:04:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-13T23:56:02.783Z</updated><title type='text'>Vlad O Drácula</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/Vlad%2001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 293px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="316" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/400/Vlad%2001.jpg" width="281" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Vlad III&lt;/strong&gt; (Sighişoara, 1431 — 1476), também conhecido como &lt;em&gt;Vlad III Drácula&lt;/em&gt; (Vlad Ţepeş em romeno) foi o &lt;em&gt;voivoda&lt;/em&gt; (príncipe) da Valáquia em 1448, de 1456 a 1462 e em 1476. Como voivoda Vlad III liderou uma política independente em relação ao Império Otomano e, na Roménia, é lembrado como um cavaleiro cristão que lutou contra o expansionismo islâmico na Europa. Em turco, Vlad III é conhecido como Kazıklı Bey, ou o Príncipe Empalador, sendo um herói popular na Romênia e na República da Moldávia ainda hoje. Fora da Roménia o voivoda é conhecido por contos que exageram suas atrocidades contra seus inimigos, sendo que muitos dos actos que lhe são atribuídos são de veracidade duvidosa. Alguns sustentam que sua personalidade teria inspirado a personagem &lt;strong&gt;Drácula&lt;/strong&gt;, o vampiro mais famoso do mundo, criado por Bram Stoker. O seu pai era Vlad II, príncipe da Valáquia , também conhecido como Vlad Dracul por ser um membro da &lt;em&gt;Ordem do Dragão&lt;/em&gt;, um pacto medieval de luta contra os turcos. Assim, o menino herdou a alcunha &lt;em&gt;Draculea&lt;/em&gt;, que significa "filho de Dragão". Há que se considerar, entretanto, que a palavra dracul tanto se pode referir a dragão quanto a serpente, um eufemismo comum para fazer referência ao &lt;em&gt;Demónio&lt;/em&gt;. Em 1444, Vlad e seu irmão mais novo, Radu, tornaram-se reféns dos turcos. Conta-se que foi nessa época que o menino aprendeu a torturar, treinando técnicas cada vez mais sinistras com ratos e outros animais. A principal delas consistia em &lt;em&gt;varar&lt;/em&gt; o corpo do inimigo com uma estaca, de baixo até à cabeça. Esse método bárbaro garantiu ao pequeno Vlad mais um apelido: Tepes (Tsepesh), que significa "O Empalador". Em 1447, a Hungria tomou posse da Valáquia; Vlad II e seu filho mais velho, Mircea, foram assassinados. Um ano depois, os turcos resolveram libertá-lo, mas ele teve que se refugiar na Moldávia. Em 1456, Vlad Tepes conseguiu derrotar seu primo Vladislav II e assumir o trono da Valáquia. Como Tepes só foi libertado após a morte de Vlad Dracul, e era extremamente parecido com o pai, começaram a surgir os boatos de que o príncipe era imortal. A crueldade do soberano ficou famosa em toda a Europa. Dizem que Vlad punia uma vila inteira para castigar uma pessoa, e que fazia suas refeições tranquilamente enquanto os seus inimigos eram esquartejados, esfolados e queimados! Uma história muito famosa conta que, em pleno domingo de Páscoa, Vlad se vingou das pessoas que teriam traído o seu pai. Reunidos em Tirgoviste com suas melhores roupas, Vlad decidiu empalar os mais velhos e obrigou os demais a marchar até a cidade de Poenari, onde trabalharam como escravos na construção das muralhas do Castelo de Drácula. Outro episódio conta que Vlad teria mandado pregar um turbante na cabeça de um turco desobediente que se recusara a tirá-lo na sua presença, argumentando que era a sua tradição. Em 1462, Vlad Tepes perdeu o trono para seu irmão Radu, que tinha se aliado aos turcos. Conta-se que a esposa de Drácula teria se suicidado nessa ocasião, o que também inspirou a trama de Bram Stoker. Preso na Hungria até 1474, Vlad morreu dois anos depois, em plena luta para recuperar o poder na Valáquia. Até hoje, Vlad Tepes é considerado um herói nacional romeno, e muitos questionam sua associação com o maldoso vampiro da literatura. Entretanto, os mistérios da sua biografia, como a decapitação e posterior desaparecimento de seu corpo, alimentaram ainda mais a mística em torno de Vlad Drácula.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fonte:&lt;/strong&gt; Wikipédia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/Dracula%2001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 387px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 232px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="245" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/400/Dracula%2001.jpg" width="369" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Tadinho do senhor já viram isto? Tanta má fama só porque foi o inventor do &lt;em&gt;Chupa-chups humano&lt;/em&gt;... tadinho dele! É assim... tou numa de vos sugar o sangue! Hehehehe! Agora a sério... já estava na ideia de fazer &lt;em&gt;posts&lt;/em&gt; dedicados a figuras fantásticas que &lt;em&gt;polulam&lt;/em&gt; o nosso imaginário... hoje coube a vez ao nosso amigo &lt;em&gt;Drácula&lt;/em&gt;... quem virá a seguir? &lt;em&gt;I thirst for blood!&lt;/em&gt; :D Lol&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17486749-116345951795399891?l=smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com/feeds/116345951795399891/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17486749&amp;postID=116345951795399891' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486749/posts/default/116345951795399891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486749/posts/default/116345951795399891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com/2006/11/vlad-o-drcula.html' title='Vlad O Drácula'/><author><name>The Smoking Man</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6sS_QU-IcbA/S6V-Fb7QC5I/AAAAAAAAAKA/nClPujioWtQ/S220/SmokeManSmall.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17486749.post-116336187286800861</id><published>2006-11-13T12:02:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-13T01:02:47.960Z</updated><title type='text'>Under The Bridge</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/Red%20Hot%2001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/400/Red%20Hot%2001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Red Hot Chili Peppers - &lt;em&gt;Under The Bridge&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://pwp.netcabo.pt/mantiria/som/red hot chili peppers - under the bridge.mp3" width="310" height="45" type="audio/mpeg" border="0" autostart="false" autoplay="false" loop="false" volume="75%"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometimes I feel&lt;br /&gt;Like I don't have a partner&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel&lt;br /&gt;Like my only friend&lt;br /&gt;Is the city I live in&lt;br /&gt;The city of angel&lt;br /&gt;Lonely as I am&lt;br /&gt;Together we cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drive on her streets&lt;br /&gt;cause she's my companion&lt;br /&gt;I walk through her hills&lt;br /&gt;cause she knows who I am&lt;br /&gt;She sees my good deeds&lt;br /&gt;And she kisses me windy&lt;br /&gt;I never worry&lt;br /&gt;Now that is a lie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't ever want to feel&lt;br /&gt;Like I did that day&lt;br /&gt;Take me to the place I love&lt;br /&gt;Take me all the way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to believe&lt;br /&gt;That there's nobody out there&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to believe&lt;br /&gt;That Im all alone&lt;br /&gt;At least I have her love&lt;br /&gt;The city she loves me&lt;br /&gt;Lonely as I am&lt;br /&gt;Together we cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't ever want to feel&lt;br /&gt;Like I did that day&lt;br /&gt;Take me to the place I love&lt;br /&gt;Take me all the way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under the bridge downtown&lt;br /&gt;Is where I drew some blood&lt;br /&gt;Under the bridge downtown&lt;br /&gt;I could not get enough&lt;br /&gt;Under the bridge downtown&lt;br /&gt;Forgot about my love&lt;br /&gt;Under the bridge downtown&lt;br /&gt;I gave my life away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/Under%20The%20Bridge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 74px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 111px" height="117" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/200/Under%20The%20Bridge.jpg" width="76" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Há dias assim... uma pessoa nem sempre pode dar saltos de alegria, aliás &lt;em&gt;coxo&lt;/em&gt; como estou, nem poderia fazê-lo mesmo que quisesse! Sinto-me um bocado desanimado. Será de ser segunda-feira, ou de estar em casa há já alguns dias? Sinceramente não sei precisar. Só sei que esta letra me faz hoje todo o sentido. E vocês já vos deu destas? Eu sou só eu que não bato bem da &lt;em&gt;mona&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ps:&lt;/strong&gt; Quem ainda não exerceu o seu dever cívico-blogosférico, é favor dar uma vista de olhos ao &lt;em&gt;post&lt;/em&gt; anterior. Obrigado. A &lt;em&gt;Gerência&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17486749-116336187286800861?l=smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com/feeds/116336187286800861/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17486749&amp;postID=116336187286800861' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486749/posts/default/116336187286800861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486749/posts/default/116336187286800861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com/2006/11/under-bridge.html' title='Under The Bridge'/><author><name>The Smoking Man</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6sS_QU-IcbA/S6V-Fb7QC5I/AAAAAAAAAKA/nClPujioWtQ/S220/SmokeManSmall.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17486749.post-116335910745176384</id><published>2006-11-12T18:59:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-12T19:18:27.736Z</updated><title type='text'>Parabéns Pinholitas!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://pwp.netcabo.pt/mantiria/smoke/pinholitas.swf" width="252" height="416" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" border="0" autostart="false" autoplay="false" loop="false" volume="75%"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Parabéns a você&lt;br /&gt;nesta data querida&lt;br /&gt;muitas felicidades&lt;br /&gt;muitos anos de vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje é dia de festa&lt;br /&gt;cantam as nossas almas&lt;br /&gt;para a menina &lt;strong&gt;Giraça&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uma salva de palmas...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Clap, clap, clap! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Parabéns Pinholitas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Que contes muitos! ;)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17486749-116335910745176384?l=smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com/feeds/116335910745176384/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17486749&amp;postID=116335910745176384' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486749/posts/default/116335910745176384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486749/posts/default/116335910745176384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com/2006/11/parabns-pinholitas.html' title='Parabéns Pinholitas!!!'/><author><name>The Smoking Man</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6sS_QU-IcbA/S6V-Fb7QC5I/AAAAAAAAAKA/nClPujioWtQ/S220/SmokeManSmall.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17486749.post-116311506400728069</id><published>2006-11-10T12:04:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-09T23:34:41.503Z</updated><title type='text'>Cartoons</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/Bocas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 209px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 143px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="158" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/320/Bocas.jpg" width="249" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;O Bocas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/Era%20Uma%20Vez.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 198px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 164px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="219" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/320/Era%20Uma%20Vez.jpg" width="286" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Era Uma Vez No Espaço / Era Uma Vez A Vida&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/Dartacan.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 146px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="169" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/320/Dartacan.1.jpg" width="259" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Dartacão&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/Cites%20D"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 172px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 138px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="216" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/320/Cites%20D%27Or.0.jpg" width="182" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;As Misteriosas Cidades Do Ouro&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/Tom%20Sawyer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="144" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/320/Tom%20Sawyer.jpg" width="180" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Tom Sawyer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/Wacky%20Racers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 205px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 147px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="209" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/320/Wacky%20Racers.jpg" width="293" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Wacky Racers&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/Transformers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 196px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="187" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/320/Transformers.jpg" width="276" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Transformers&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É tão fixe recordar os tempos de petiz... as séries que eu via na Tv... recordar é viver. E vocês o que viam? De que se lembram? Se estão muito esquecidos pode ser que estes dois &lt;em&gt;links&lt;/em&gt; ajudem:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pensoeudeque.weblog.com.pt/arquivo/cat_series_de_tv_da.html" target="new"&gt;Penso Eu De Que&lt;/a&gt; &amp; &lt;a href="http://www.misteriojuvenil.com/piratas_momentomagico_ani2.htm" target="new"&gt;Mistério Juvenil&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17486749-116311506400728069?l=smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com/feeds/116311506400728069/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17486749&amp;postID=116311506400728069' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486749/posts/default/116311506400728069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486749/posts/default/116311506400728069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com/2006/11/cartoons.html' title='Cartoons'/><author><name>The Smoking Man</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6sS_QU-IcbA/S6V-Fb7QC5I/AAAAAAAAAKA/nClPujioWtQ/S220/SmokeManSmall.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17486749.post-116302960332410915</id><published>2006-11-09T12:45:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-09T16:05:34.076Z</updated><title type='text'>Pancadas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/Manta%20PES%206.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 284px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="337" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/400/Manta%20PES%206.jpg" width="315" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Olá amigos, actores deste palco que é a vida... que início tão filosófico... deve ter sido da pancada! Qual delas? Perguntam vocês. Bem, como sabem o nosso clube, &lt;strong&gt;Fc Smoke&lt;/strong&gt;, sofreu uma baixa fulcral no seu plantel: o avançado goleador &lt;strong&gt;Manta&lt;/strong&gt;. Mercê de uma entrada assassina do defesa do &lt;strong&gt;Fc Ceifões&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;em&gt;Albino Cabeceira de Cama&lt;/em&gt; ao pé esquerdo do nosso jogador fantasista. O seu habitual sentido de oportunidade vai fazer muita falta nas difíceis deslocações da equipa, visto que, está coxo e custa-lhe a andar! Hahahaha! Rir é o melhor remédio...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/P??"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 324px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 221px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="253" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/400/P%3F%3F%20Coxinho%20%281%29.jpg" width="354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; É isso e tomar &lt;em&gt;Voltaren&lt;/em&gt; como se de &lt;em&gt;M&amp;M's&lt;/em&gt; se tratassem. Muito gelo e descanso que a vida não está para &lt;em&gt;futebóis&lt;/em&gt; e brincadeiras afins! E depois uma pessoa chega ao seu próprio blog e depara-se com explicações &lt;em&gt;kamasutrescas&lt;/em&gt; para o seu estado (débil) de saúde! Ah e tal o homem lesionou-se em altas posições sexuais aventurosas! Maldizentes pah! Antes tivesse sido por isso! ;) E a foto do pézinho fez &lt;em&gt;clickar&lt;/em&gt; alguma coisa &lt;strong&gt;Dona Diolíndia&lt;/strong&gt;? Lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/Canadiana.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 238px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 271px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="340" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/400/Canadiana.jpg" width="299" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mas pronto, ok... admito! Meti uma gaja cá em casa... ajuda-me a &lt;em&gt;levantar&lt;/em&gt; e tal (lol)... e pronto, tem-me feito companhia. Ela não fala é muito português. É &lt;strong&gt;canadiana&lt;/strong&gt;! Mas também não interessa nada, porque aquilo para que a quero é mesmo só como suporte e de quando em vez, ponho-a na horizontal e imagino que estou a fazer um solo de guitarra eléctrica em punho. Enfim... pancadas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/shewantsrevenge/thesethings.html" target="new"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She Wants Revenge - These Things&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://pwp.netcabo.pt/mantiria/som/she wants revenge - these things.mp3" width="310" height="45" type="audio/mpeg" border="0" autostart="false" autoplay="false" loop="false" volume="75%"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/X%20Ray.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 66px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 103px" height="143" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/200/X%20Ray.jpg" width="92" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Raio X&lt;/em&gt; feito não tinha fracturas. Lesão de hematoma claro está. A unha pode abandonar-me em breve... ainda não sei que planos tem ela para este Natal, mas olha, faz-se o que se pode anda-se por aqui feito saltitão, mas feliz. Vou ficar de molho a curar a maleita durante uns dias... 5 dizem eles. Espero é não ser entregue ao &lt;em&gt;Rodolfo Moura&lt;/em&gt;, que então estou aqui, estou a ir à faca! Dasse! Lol&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17486749-116302960332410915?l=smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com/feeds/116302960332410915/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17486749&amp;postID=116302960332410915' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486749/posts/default/116302960332410915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486749/posts/default/116302960332410915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com/2006/11/pancadas.html' title='Pancadas'/><author><name>The Smoking Man</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6sS_QU-IcbA/S6V-Fb7QC5I/AAAAAAAAAKA/nClPujioWtQ/S220/SmokeManSmall.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17486749.post-116294279486441361</id><published>2006-11-08T12:06:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-08T00:11:40.166Z</updated><title type='text'>200 Posts!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/200%20Posts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 360px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 332px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="313" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/400/200%20Posts.jpg" width="339" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olá amigos! Pois é... este é o &lt;em&gt;post&lt;/em&gt; número &lt;strong&gt;200&lt;/strong&gt;! Vejam bem... parece que ainda foi ontem que comecei a escrevinhar umas coisinhas para este espacito. E assim de repente já lá vão 200 maratonas de tempestade mental para criar temas para nos entreter. Antes de ter este blog ia maioritariamente discorrer ideias ao blog da Antena 3. Foi de lá de resto que apareceram alguns dos que "habitam" comigo neste espaço de demência blogosférica. O &lt;em&gt;núcleo duro&lt;/em&gt; se o posso dizer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/Smoke%2001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 298px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 51px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="62" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/400/Smoke%2001.jpg" width="325" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E assim nascia o &lt;strong&gt;Smoke Or Be Smoked&lt;/strong&gt;, já nem sei em que data certa, até porque o primeiro &lt;em&gt;post&lt;/em&gt; de todos foi refeito se a memória não me atraiçoa. Comecei por fazer um por mês... depois todas as semanas. Até que se tornou diário.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/Blogger.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 355px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 125px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="113" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/400/Blogger.0.jpg" width="341" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É quase uma obsessão vir aqui todos os dias "dar de comer" ao meu &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tamagoshi cibernético&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;... faz-me exercitar o cérebro - também é um músculo que necessita de se exercitar para não perder qualidades. Este blog é, para mim, como um animal de estimação do qual trato com reverência e carinho. E vocês que cá vêm todos os dias são os seus melhores amigos. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/200%20Euro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 301px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 274px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="242" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/400/200%20Euro.jpg" width="265" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como celebração deste evento, queria colocar todos os &lt;em&gt;posts&lt;/em&gt; feitos até hoje visíveis para que os recordassem. Mas não dá porque o blog fica aqui todo &lt;em&gt;empalagado&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/Bau.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/400/Bau.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Então coloco apenas os arquivos para que coscuvilhem à vontade. Peço desde já desculpa pelo facto de não poderem ver algumas fotos, videos, ou ouvir algumas músicas (que retirei à posteriori). E comentários então... :( Julguem e avaliem de qual gostaram mais, menos... ou enumerem os três primeiros da vossa preferência. Ou o &lt;em&gt;top ten&lt;/em&gt;... deixo ao vosso critério. Aceitam-se críticas e sugestões também. Esta casa é vossa! Vamos ao baú das memórias? ;D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17486749-116294279486441361?l=smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com/feeds/116294279486441361/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17486749&amp;postID=116294279486441361' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486749/posts/default/116294279486441361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486749/posts/default/116294279486441361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com/2006/11/200-posts.html' title='200 Posts!'/><author><name>The Smoking Man</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6sS_QU-IcbA/S6V-Fb7QC5I/AAAAAAAAAKA/nClPujioWtQ/S220/SmokeManSmall.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17486749.post-116285582457939969</id><published>2006-11-07T12:08:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-07T00:03:12.890Z</updated><title type='text'>Do You Want To?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/Franz%20Ferdinand.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/400/Franz%20Ferdinand.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Franz Ferdinand - Do You Want To?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://pwp.netcabo.pt/mantiria/som/02 Do You Want To.mp3" width="310" height="45" type="audio/mpeg" border="0" autostart="false" autoplay="false" loop="false" volume="75%"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I woke up tonight I said I'm&lt;br /&gt;going to make somebody love me&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to make somebody love me&lt;br /&gt;And now I know&lt;br /&gt;Now I know&lt;br /&gt;Now I know&lt;br /&gt;I know that it's you&lt;br /&gt;You're lucky, lucky, you're so lucky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well do you&lt;br /&gt;Do you&lt;br /&gt;Do you want to&lt;br /&gt;Want to go&lt;br /&gt;where I never let you before?&lt;br /&gt;Well do you&lt;br /&gt;Do you&lt;br /&gt;Do you want to&lt;br /&gt;Want a go of what I'd never&lt;br /&gt;let you before?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well he's a friend&lt;br /&gt;and he's so proud of you&lt;br /&gt;He's a friend&lt;br /&gt;and I knew him before you oh yeah&lt;br /&gt;Well he's a friend&lt;br /&gt;and we're so proud of you&lt;br /&gt;Your famous friend&lt;br /&gt;Well I blew him before you oh yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we are at the transmission party&lt;br /&gt;I love your friends&lt;br /&gt;they're all so arty oh yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/Do%20You%20Wanna.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/400/Do%20You%20Wanna.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;Diz lá que não te está a apetecer minha linda?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/Franz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 83px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 92px" height="139" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/200/Franz.jpg" width="123" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Há dias assim. Uma pessoa levanta-se e sente-se bem com ela própria e confiante. Pensa ser a "melhor bolacha do pacote" - lol. Mas é verdade, há dias que parece que um gajo tem umas &lt;em&gt;feromonas&lt;/em&gt; a mais ou algo assim... e elas/eles notam... que cenas destas já vos aconteceram? Contem, contem... &lt;em&gt;Do you want to?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17486749-116285582457939969?l=smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com/feeds/116285582457939969/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17486749&amp;postID=116285582457939969' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486749/posts/default/116285582457939969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486749/posts/default/116285582457939969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com/2006/11/do-you-want-to.html' title='Do You Want To?'/><author><name>The Smoking Man</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6sS_QU-IcbA/S6V-Fb7QC5I/AAAAAAAAAKA/nClPujioWtQ/S220/SmokeManSmall.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17486749.post-116278272388275886</id><published>2006-11-06T02:33:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-09T01:22:40.320Z</updated><title type='text'>II Jantar Smoke</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/II%20Jantar%20Smoke%20(17).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/400/II%20Jantar%20Smoke%20%2817%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pois é pessoal. Já foi o segundo jantareco cá da casa e até nem correu nada mal. Comeu-se bem, bebeu-se melhor e a confraternização teve belos momentos e gargalhadas ruidosas. O &lt;strong&gt;Rizza&lt;/strong&gt; foi &lt;em&gt;bébé&lt;/em&gt; à meia noite, foi brindado e cantou-se os parabéns. Eu sinceramente gostei milhões de estar convosco e parece-me ser algo para repetir (novamente - lol).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;VIDEO ADDED-ON!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2Q_i34HnrOw"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2Q_i34HnrOw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="500" height="394"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As fotinhas da noitada mandei por email... agora é começar a relembrar o que se passou naquela noite de &lt;strong&gt;3 de Novembro de 2006&lt;/strong&gt;... tá nebulosa essa memória? Foi há dias! Sim que o primeiro jantar tinha sido há já quase quatro meses (22-07-2006).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/II%20Jantar%20Smoke%20(36).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/400/II%20Jantar%20Smoke%20%2836%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/Jantar%20Smoke%2002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 120px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 97px" height="114" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/200/Jantar%20Smoke%2002.jpg" width="147" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Podia bem ter sido o lema da noite, mas cada um bebeu aquilo que lhe deu na &lt;em&gt;real gana&lt;/em&gt;. Uns vinhaça, outros bejecas, outros Martini para abrir o apetite. Curti um molho! Que acharam? Conhecer quem estava do outro lado do Pc é uma experiência sempre interessante. Opinem. Escalpelizemos... ;)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17486749-116278272388275886?l=smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com/feeds/116278272388275886/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17486749&amp;postID=116278272388275886' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486749/posts/default/116278272388275886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486749/posts/default/116278272388275886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com/2006/11/ii-jantar-smoke.html' title='II Jantar Smoke'/><author><name>The Smoking Man</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6sS_QU-IcbA/S6V-Fb7QC5I/AAAAAAAAAKA/nClPujioWtQ/S220/SmokeManSmall.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17486749.post-116251028473017905</id><published>2006-11-03T12:02:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-02T23:46:22.803Z</updated><title type='text'>Every Day Should Be A Holiday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/Chuva.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 378px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 274px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="286" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/400/Chuva.jpg" width="388" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A &lt;strong&gt;chuva&lt;/strong&gt;. Lá voltou ela... também de estranhar seria se ela não aparecesse neste mês de Novembro! Aliás, nem sei como não choveu no meu aniversário. Desde há 30 anos, deve ser para aí o terceiro dia 1, de que me lembre, em que não choveu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dandy Warhols - Every Day Should Be a Holiday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;embed src="http://pwp.netcabo.pt/mantiria/som/dandy warhols - every day should be a holiday.mp3" width="310" height="45" type="audio/mpeg" border="0" autostart="false" autoplay="false" loop="false" volume="75%"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summertime,&lt;br /&gt;If I was getting paid&lt;br /&gt;For getting drunk&lt;br /&gt;and getting laid.&lt;br /&gt;I'd grab a phone&lt;br /&gt;Just to call you up and say&lt;br /&gt;Quit your job&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I got it made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anytime,&lt;br /&gt;Baby lets go&lt;br /&gt;Everyday should be a holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super cool,&lt;br /&gt;The Dandys rule okay!&lt;br /&gt;Got the dough and&lt;br /&gt;I got the raves.&lt;br /&gt;Anytime call me up if you&lt;br /&gt;Got the sun,&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I got the waves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anytime,&lt;br /&gt;Baby lets go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday should be a holiday...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/Wet%20Babes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 340px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 282px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="319" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/400/Wet%20Babes.jpg" width="360" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Estão a ver esta música? Melhor ainda se a estiverem a ouvir! Agora, imaginem-se numa paragem de autocarro (daquelas mesmo só tipo &lt;em&gt;poste&lt;/em&gt;) às 18h e pouco da tarde (que é de noite cerrada nestes dias) e a levar com uma chuvada de bradar aos céus em cima. E esta música a tocar no leitor de mp3... e eu a pensar no Verão e na praia... nas esplanadas à beira mar... nos banhos... nos biquinis... o que vale é que nem tudo é mau no que concerne a chuva... não é &lt;strong&gt;Ampolita&lt;/strong&gt;? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/Fim.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 68px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 58px" height="91" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/200/Fim.0.jpg" width="110" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chuva, chuva, chuvinha...&lt;/em&gt; lá vens tu toda lampeira para nos fazer companhia na romaria para a noitada de &lt;em&gt;ramboiada&lt;/em&gt;! Vai-te embora ò chata! Deixa a malta &lt;em&gt;estroinar&lt;/em&gt; em paz! :) Dasse! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17486749-116251028473017905?l=smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com/feeds/116251028473017905/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17486749&amp;postID=116251028473017905' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486749/posts/default/116251028473017905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486749/posts/default/116251028473017905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com/2006/11/every-day-should-be-holiday.html' title='Every Day Should Be A Holiday'/><author><name>The Smoking Man</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6sS_QU-IcbA/S6V-Fb7QC5I/AAAAAAAAAKA/nClPujioWtQ/S220/SmokeManSmall.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17486749.post-116240154466202658</id><published>2006-11-02T13:15:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-02T02:08:30.686Z</updated><title type='text'>Parabéns</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pwp.netcabo.pt/mantiria/smoke/happy"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://pwp.netcabo.pt/mantiria/smoke/happy birthday 01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tou a ficar um cota... loololololol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://pwp.netcabo.pt/mantiria/smoke/happy birthday.swf" width="500" height="394" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" border="0" autostart="false" autoplay="false" loop="false" volume="75%"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;... 30 aninhos! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Parabéns a você, nesta data querida...&lt;/em&gt; ;) obrigado amigos plas mensagens e telefonemas que recebi. E hoje é a vez da &lt;em&gt;Fly&lt;/em&gt; fazer aninhos... é só escorpiões neste Blog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pwp.netcabo.pt/mantiria/smoke/mapa jantar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://pwp.netcabo.pt/mantiria/smoke/mapa jantar.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Ah e é favor não se esquecerem da jantarada. Preciso de saber quantos somos e o que se vai comer. Ok? A logística dos carros que se levam e de quem vem de onde também é importante. Vá é hora de acertar agulhas!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17486749-116240154466202658?l=smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com/feeds/116240154466202658/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17486749&amp;postID=116240154466202658' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486749/posts/default/116240154466202658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486749/posts/default/116240154466202658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com/2006/11/parabns.html' title='Parabéns'/><author><name>The Smoking Man</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6sS_QU-IcbA/S6V-Fb7QC5I/AAAAAAAAAKA/nClPujioWtQ/S220/SmokeManSmall.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17486749.post-116225623198094894</id><published>2006-10-31T00:39:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-10-31T01:17:52.466Z</updated><title type='text'>Amadora</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pwp.netcabo.pt/mantiria/smoke/amadora"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 317px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 258px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="256" alt="" src="http://pwp.netcabo.pt/mantiria/smoke/amadora 01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Este espaço próximo de Lisboa foi sempre considerado como um lugar aprazível, rico em água e solos férteis. Assim, não é de estranhar que os vestígios da &lt;em&gt;ocupação romana&lt;/em&gt; estejam sobretudo ligados à exploração agrícola. A &lt;em&gt;Villa Romana da Quinta da Bolacha&lt;/em&gt;, na Falagueira, é um bom exemplo desta realidade. A Falagueira foi um dos locais preferidos para a fixação humana neste território. Não muito longe da antiga Villa, surgiu no período medieval a &lt;em&gt;Aldeia da Falagueira&lt;/em&gt;, que ainda hoje subsiste como núcleo rural, e também na mesma área, surge a Casa da Ordem de Malta, cuja primeira fase parece remontar ao século XVI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pwp.netcabo.pt/mantiria/smoke/amadora"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 365px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 309px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="284" alt="" src="http://pwp.netcabo.pt/mantiria/smoke/amadora 02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ao longo de séculos este território foi um local marcadamente rural e que, tal como toda a envolvente, abastecia a Capital de bens de primeira necessidade e força de trabalho. O comboio trouxe novas pessoas e ventos de mudança. A constituição do Parque &lt;em&gt;Industrial da Venda Nova&lt;/em&gt; nos anos 40 e a explosão demográfica dos anos 50/60 transformaram de forma indelével a paisagem humana e natural do território, sendo a &lt;strong&gt;Amadora&lt;/strong&gt; um dos Municípios mais densamente povoados.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pwp.netcabo.pt/mantiria/smoke/parque"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 396px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="305" alt="" src="http://pwp.netcabo.pt/mantiria/smoke/parque central.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A Amadora, que foi outrora considerada um dormitório, tem-se autonomizado em relação à Capital. Está hoje dotada de vários equipamentos desportivos, culturais e serviços públicos ao serviço da população.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pwp.netcabo.pt/mantiria/smoke/amadora"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 64px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 57px" height="85" alt="" src="http://pwp.netcabo.pt/mantiria/smoke/amadora 03.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Algum dia teria que ser consagrada num post a cidade onde moro. Era fatal. Aqui fiz toda a minha vida practicamente. Conheço-lhe o bom e o mau. E tu como é onde moras?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17486749-116225623198094894?l=smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com/feeds/116225623198094894/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17486749&amp;postID=116225623198094894' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486749/posts/default/116225623198094894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486749/posts/default/116225623198094894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com/2006/10/amadora.html' title='Amadora'/><author><name>The Smoking Man</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6sS_QU-IcbA/S6V-Fb7QC5I/AAAAAAAAAKA/nClPujioWtQ/S220/SmokeManSmall.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17486749.post-116217392682968940</id><published>2006-10-30T01:58:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-10-30T02:42:55.210Z</updated><title type='text'>Error</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pwp.netcabo.pt/mantiria/smoke/error.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 409px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="230" alt="" src="http://pwp.netcabo.pt/mantiria/smoke/error.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Olá pessoal. Segunda feira e lá começamos a semana a falar de &lt;strong&gt;erros&lt;/strong&gt;... erros com que os nossos computadores nos presenteiam de quando em vez, e que nos fazem arrancar cabelos e espumar de raiva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pwp.netcabo.pt/mantiria/smoke/billgates.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://pwp.netcabo.pt/mantiria/smoke/billgates.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; O sistema operativo dominante no mercado é, como todos sabemos, o &lt;strong&gt;Windows&lt;/strong&gt; (janelas para os amigos) criação da cortesia da &lt;em&gt;Microsoft&lt;/em&gt; de &lt;em&gt;Bill Gates&lt;/em&gt;. É frequente não haver compatibilidade com determinados programas criados por outras casas de &lt;em&gt;software&lt;/em&gt;. O &lt;em&gt;Windows Vista&lt;/em&gt;, cujo lançamento se aproxima, já está a gerar polémica com a &lt;em&gt;Symantec&lt;/em&gt; e a &lt;em&gt;Adobe&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pwp.netcabo.pt/mantiria/smoke/suicide.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 414px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 339px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="334" alt="" src="http://pwp.netcabo.pt/mantiria/smoke/suicide.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bom, mas falando de erros, certamente já ouviram falar dos famosos "blue screens" ou &lt;em&gt;fatal errors&lt;/em&gt;... a mim felizmente nunca me tocou um desses, mas eles "andem aí". Quantas vezes já não desesperaram por não apagar determinado ficheiro? Quantas vezes já não se irritaram por não conseguir gravar um CD, ou ver determinado filme? Faltam &lt;em&gt;codecs&lt;/em&gt; ou &lt;em&gt;plugins&lt;/em&gt; ou o catano...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pwp.netcabo.pt/mantiria/smoke/copy.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 443px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 179px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="167" alt="" src="http://pwp.netcabo.pt/mantiria/smoke/copy.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ou até fazer uma cópia? Esta animação está simples, mas excelente... lolololol :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/HumanComputer.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 113px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 118px" height="87" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/200/HumanComputer.0.jpg" width="107" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O meu Pc cá em casa, por exemplo, agora não desliga! Não faz "shut down" e em vez disso faz sempre "restart", mesmo quando pressiono o botão de ligar/desligar... só desliga lá atrás (na caixa) no botão da fonte... é lindo! Não faço ideia do que seja... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anda feito parvo! E só me apetece bater-lhe! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E tu? Como te dás com o teu Pc?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17486749-116217392682968940?l=smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com/feeds/116217392682968940/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17486749&amp;postID=116217392682968940' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486749/posts/default/116217392682968940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486749/posts/default/116217392682968940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com/2006/10/error.html' title='Error'/><author><name>The Smoking Man</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6sS_QU-IcbA/S6V-Fb7QC5I/AAAAAAAAAKA/nClPujioWtQ/S220/SmokeManSmall.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17486749.post-116199904087067929</id><published>2006-10-28T02:21:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T02:30:44.146+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sem Palavras</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Muse - Campo Pequeno - 26-10-2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/Muse%2001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/400/Muse%2001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/Muse%2002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/400/Muse%2002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/Muse%2003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/400/Muse%2003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/Muse%2004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/400/Muse%2004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/Muse%2005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/400/Muse%2005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17486749-116199904087067929?l=smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com/feeds/116199904087067929/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17486749&amp;postID=116199904087067929' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486749/posts/default/116199904087067929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486749/posts/default/116199904087067929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com/2006/10/sem-palavras.html' title='Sem Palavras'/><author><name>The Smoking Man</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6sS_QU-IcbA/S6V-Fb7QC5I/AAAAAAAAAKA/nClPujioWtQ/S220/SmokeManSmall.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17486749.post-116181646926467762</id><published>2006-10-26T12:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T23:56:52.046+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Muse Live</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/Muse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="294" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/400/Muse.jpg" width="323" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Muse&lt;/strong&gt; é uma banda britânica de rock alternativo (de Teignmouth). Os membros são &lt;strong&gt;Matthew Bellamy&lt;/strong&gt; (voz, guitarra, piano), &lt;strong&gt;Christopher Wolstenholme&lt;/strong&gt; (baixo) e &lt;strong&gt;Dominic Howard&lt;/strong&gt; (bateria).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/Muse%20Live.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 357px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 257px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="272" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/400/Muse%20Live.jpg" width="369" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A banda foi formada no início dos anos 90, na escola, e em 1999 lançaram o CD &lt;em&gt;Showbiz&lt;/em&gt;. O álbum foi bem recebido pelos críticos e os singles &lt;em&gt;Muscle Museum&lt;/em&gt; e &lt;em&gt;Unintended&lt;/em&gt; tiveram algum sucesso dentro e fora do Reino Unido. Dois anos depois, lançaram o segundo CD, &lt;em&gt;Origin Of Symmetry&lt;/em&gt;, que teve um sucesso ainda maior que o seu antecessor e lançou os Muse numa digressão pelos quatro cantos do mundo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/Muse%20Live%2002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 348px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 235px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="269" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/400/Muse%20Live%2002.jpg" width="368" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Em setembro de 2003, saiu o seu terceiro álbum de originais, intitulado &lt;em&gt;Absolution&lt;/em&gt;. O álbum foi nº1 no Reino Unido e os singles &lt;em&gt;Time Is Running Out&lt;/em&gt; e &lt;em&gt;Hysteria&lt;/em&gt; foram sucessos imediatos, entrando para as playlists da maioria dos canais de música e rádios. &lt;em&gt;Black Holes and Revelations&lt;/em&gt;, foi lançado em Julho deste ano e, assim como o seu antecessor, estreou na primeira posição das tabelas britânicas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://pwp.netcabo.pt/mantiria/som/muse - plug in baby.mp3" width="310" height="45" type="audio/mpeg" border="0" autostart="false" autoplay="false" loop="false" volume="75%"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.seeklyrics.com/lyrics/muse/plug-in-baby.html" target="new"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Muse - Plug In Baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/Muse%20Small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 69px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 79px" height="149" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/200/Muse%20Small.jpg" width="123" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Já cá vieram em 2000 à &lt;em&gt;Ilha do Ermal&lt;/em&gt;, em 2002 deram 3(!) concertos cá &lt;em&gt;Aula Magna, Hardclub e Festival Sudoeste&lt;/em&gt; e em 2004 vieram ao &lt;em&gt;Super Bock Super Rock&lt;/em&gt;. Voltam hoje a Portugal para um concerto no renovado &lt;em&gt;Campo Pequeno&lt;/em&gt; e eu vou lá estar!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17486749-116181646926467762?l=smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com/feeds/116181646926467762/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17486749&amp;postID=116181646926467762' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486749/posts/default/116181646926467762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486749/posts/default/116181646926467762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com/2006/10/muse-live.html' title='Muse Live'/><author><name>The Smoking Man</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6sS_QU-IcbA/S6V-Fb7QC5I/AAAAAAAAAKA/nClPujioWtQ/S220/SmokeManSmall.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17486749.post-116172926659212416</id><published>2006-10-25T12:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T23:40:35.266+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sósias</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sósia&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;"do Lat. Sosia, n. pr.&lt;br /&gt;s. 2 gén., pessoa que é muito parecida com outra."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/C??es"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 347px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 166px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="211" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/400/C%3F%3Fes%20do%20Ronaldinho.jpg" width="381" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Olhem-me bem estes cãezinhos! São &lt;em&gt;trigémeos&lt;/em&gt; (onde já vi eu isto Bob? - lol)... e são pertença do nosso amigo jogador de futebol, que está aqui em baixo ao lado do seu &lt;em&gt;primo&lt;/em&gt; da saga &lt;em&gt;Guerra das Estrelas&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/RonaldinhoJarJar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 369px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="172" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/400/RonaldinhoJarJar.jpg" width="382" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Não se nota que são aparentados? Eu acho que é óbvio o seu grau de parentesco... são a &lt;em&gt;cara chapada&lt;/em&gt; um do outro! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/JacksonAri.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 359px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="249" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/400/JacksonAri.jpg" width="394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Este &lt;em&gt;post&lt;/em&gt; de hoje parece um verdadeiro &lt;em&gt;Ataque dos Clones&lt;/em&gt;. O Michael Jackson até que ficou bem favorecido nesta comparação... ele que foi o primeiro afro-descendente a atingir a côr &lt;em&gt;beige&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/MillhouseAllen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 329px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 185px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="227" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/400/MillhouseAllen.jpg" width="366" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Os &lt;em&gt;crominhos&lt;/em&gt;... o Milhouse, um puto cromo irritante da série &lt;em&gt;Simpsons&lt;/em&gt; e o pseudo intelectual do cinema Woody Allen. Qual deles o mais cromo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/BenedictoEmperor.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="164" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/400/BenedictoEmperor.0.jpg" width="383" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bem... aqui nem há comentários a fazer... é que é mesmo isso! Ambos personificam o mesmo... lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E tu? Já viste se anda por aí um sósia teu pelo mundo?&lt;br /&gt;Dizem que todos temos um... que andará o gajo a fazer?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17486749-116172926659212416?l=smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com/feeds/116172926659212416/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17486749&amp;postID=116172926659212416' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486749/posts/default/116172926659212416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486749/posts/default/116172926659212416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com/2006/10/ssias.html' title='Sósias'/><author><name>The Smoking Man</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6sS_QU-IcbA/S6V-Fb7QC5I/AAAAAAAAAKA/nClPujioWtQ/S220/SmokeManSmall.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17486749.post-116164429213251905</id><published>2006-10-24T12:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T13:15:08.933+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Music Moods</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/Music%2001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 293px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="235" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/400/Music%2001.jpg" width="198" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Música&lt;/strong&gt;. Já ouço música desde que me conheço. Sempre esteve lá. Sempre ligada a alguma coisa, as melodias despertam em nós &lt;em&gt;emoções e sentimentos&lt;/em&gt;. Uns bons outros nem tanto...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/Music%2003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="179" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/400/Music%2003.jpg" width="281" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; E existe música para todos os gostos. Da &lt;em&gt;Clássica&lt;/em&gt; ao &lt;em&gt;Pop&lt;/em&gt; e do &lt;em&gt;Metal&lt;/em&gt; ao &lt;em&gt;Reggae&lt;/em&gt; temos uma parafernália de emoções e de estilos de música para escolher. Umas vezes procuramos obter um estado de espírito, outras vezes mantê-lo ou, até mudá-lo. A música tem esse poder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/Music%2004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 284px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 216px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="152" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/400/Music%2004.jpg" width="317" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://pwp.netcabo.pt/mantiria/som/slipknot - wait and bleed.mp3" hidden="false" border="0" width="310" height="45" autostart="false" autoplay="false" loop="false" volume="75%" &gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thebards.net/music/lyrics/Always_Look_Bright_Side_Life.shtml" target="new"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monty Pithon - Always Look On The Bright Side Of Life&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.seeklyrics.com/lyrics/Slipknot/Wait-and-Bleed.html" target="new"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Slipknot - Wait And Bleed&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lyricsfreak.com/b/bob+marley/stir+it+up_20021678.html" target="new"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bob Marley - Stir It Up&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estas três músicas que aqui coloquei são disso bom exemplo. A primeira é totalmente &lt;em&gt;alegre e bem disposta&lt;/em&gt;. A segunda &lt;em&gt;destila raiva&lt;/em&gt; por todos os poros e a terceira é o &lt;em&gt;peace and love&lt;/em&gt; mais bonito que existe... é só optar... ;) aliás, como já não sei como pôr mais músicas a tocar numa "playlist" nesta porcaria, fica só uma... Ok? Eu vou mudando entre as três de vez em quando... :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/Music%20Fim.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 75px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 87px" height="78" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/200/Music%20Fim.jpg" width="73" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Que estados de espírito mais procuram na música e em que condicionantes? Para sair bem disposto para a rua ou para carpir mágoas na almofada. Existe música para todos os momentos. Que música escolhem para que ocasiões? Divaguem... na músicalidade da vossa alma.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17486749-116164429213251905?l=smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com/feeds/116164429213251905/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17486749&amp;postID=116164429213251905' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486749/posts/default/116164429213251905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486749/posts/default/116164429213251905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com/2006/10/music-moods.html' title='Music Moods'/><author><name>The Smoking Man</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6sS_QU-IcbA/S6V-Fb7QC5I/AAAAAAAAAKA/nClPujioWtQ/S220/SmokeManSmall.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17486749.post-116155408730527742</id><published>2006-10-23T12:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T23:41:50.026+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Travessia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/Boat%2001.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 249px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 314px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="289" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/400/Boat%2001.0.jpg" width="259" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Segunda feira... esse dia tenebroso, que nos tira do descanso de fim de semana para mais uma jornada de trabalho. O tema de hoje é também ele uma &lt;em&gt;jornada&lt;/em&gt;, mas diferente, mais filosófica. A &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;travessia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; da vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://pwp.netcabo.pt/mantiria/som/offspring - amazed.mp3" width="310" height="45" type="audio/mpeg" border="0" autostart="false" autoplay="false" loop="false" volume="75%"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.seeklyrics.com/lyrics/offspring/amazed.html" target="new"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;The Offspring - Amazed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/Boat%2003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/400/Boat%2003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A existência humana é uma travessia. É como se fôssemos colocados dentro de um barco numa qualquer margem de um rio, e o objectivo é, como é óbvio, chegar ao outro lado o mais incólume possível. E temos que remar... e muito! Este rio, embora aparentemente calmo, é sinuoso, tem correntes e inúmeras provas a vencer. Atiramo-nos nesta demanda cheios de confiança e esperança em ser bem sucedidos mas, por vezes esmorecemos, questionamos tudo, colocamos em causa a razão de ser desta coisa chamada existência.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/Praia.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/400/Praia.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Há depois quem apareça numa margem, acenando, demonstrando disposição para nos acompanhar nesta travessia. Mas terá também que remar connosco, sob pena de ficarmos irremediavelmente à deriva, à mercê das vontades alheias deste curso de vida que nos tolhe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/Boat%20fim.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/200/Boat%20fim.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;As dificuldades para superar a prova são incomensuráveis. E a escolha de quem colocamos no barco é determinante. Se só um remar, o barco ficará &lt;em&gt;coxo&lt;/em&gt;, amputado de um remo, aos círculos, perdido na imensidão...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17486749-116155408730527742?l=smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com/feeds/116155408730527742/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17486749&amp;postID=116155408730527742' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486749/posts/default/116155408730527742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486749/posts/default/116155408730527742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com/2006/10/travessia.html' title='Travessia'/><author><name>The Smoking Man</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6sS_QU-IcbA/S6V-Fb7QC5I/AAAAAAAAAKA/nClPujioWtQ/S220/SmokeManSmall.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17486749.post-116130382970017593</id><published>2006-10-20T00:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T01:33:44.746+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I Don't Care</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://pwp.netcabo.pt/mantiria/som/clawfinger - i don't care.mp3" width="310" height="45" type="audio/mpeg" volume="75%" loop="false" autoplay="false" autostart="false" border="0"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lyricsdownload.com/clawfinger-i-don-t-care-lyrics.html" target="new"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Clawfinger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt; - I Don't Care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/Don"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/400/Don%27t%20Care.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Olá pessoal. Ontem nem cá pude vir de tarde devido ao &lt;em&gt;lufa lufa laboral&lt;/em&gt; (e só agora pude ler algumas das coisas que por cá se escreveram). Muito inspirados os meninos! Bem... hoje não há tema nenhum, senão não haver tema! Não me apetece pensar! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/Dead%20Book.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 217px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 278px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="334" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/400/Dead%20Book.jpg" width="266" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chega à sexta-feira e em vez de me apetecer sair e ir &lt;em&gt;estroinar&lt;/em&gt;, não! Apetece-me é dormir... estou cansado de uma semana inteira a dormir mal e a bulir bem... de fininho! E depois chego a casa e ainda tenho que fazer uma série de coisas... e ainda querem temas? &lt;em&gt;No way&lt;/em&gt;! É sexta e é tema livre! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/Dead.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/400/Dead.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Estou assim para o morto de tanto cansaço acumulado. Preciso de me deitar e descansar à moda do Conde Drácula. O sono dos mortos! Deitadinho no caixão à espera que a noite chegue de novo para atacar novas presas... loololol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/Ring.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 77px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 80px" height="119" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/200/Ring.jpg" width="119" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Como tal hoje não me apetece fazer &lt;em&gt;post&lt;/em&gt; nenhum. &lt;em&gt;I don't care&lt;/em&gt;! Tou-me a cagar! Qualquer reclamação é favor fazer soar a campaínha que se encontra aqui à esquerda, e talvez, pode ser que a &lt;em&gt;gerência&lt;/em&gt; vos ature... ou não! :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17486749-116130382970017593?l=smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com/feeds/116130382970017593/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17486749&amp;postID=116130382970017593' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486749/posts/default/116130382970017593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486749/posts/default/116130382970017593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-dont-care.html' title='I Don&apos;t Care'/><author><name>The Smoking Man</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6sS_QU-IcbA/S6V-Fb7QC5I/AAAAAAAAAKA/nClPujioWtQ/S220/SmokeManSmall.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17486749.post-116121069235034576</id><published>2006-10-19T12:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T23:54:13.220+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ibéria</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/Iberia%2003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/400/Iberia%2003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Olá pessoal. Hoje venho falar-vos de um assunto que me saltou à vista ao ler o jornal de ontem. Parece que quase metade dos espanhóis inquiridos (&lt;strong&gt;45,6%&lt;/strong&gt; para ser mais preciso) revelou-se a favor da integração de Portugal na já apelidada de &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gran Iberia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, isto segundo a revista &lt;a href="http://www.tiempodehoy.com/default.asp?idpublicacio_PK=50&amp;idioma=CAS&amp;amp;idnoticia_PK=36908&amp;idseccio_PK=612&amp;amp;h=061016" target="new"&gt;Tiempo.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/Iberia%2001.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/400/Iberia%2001.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Esta &lt;em&gt;fusão&lt;/em&gt; seria efectuada num regime &lt;em&gt;federalista&lt;/em&gt;. Ou seja, Portugal passaria a ser mais uma província integrante do território espanhol, tal como a Galiza ou a Catalunha por exemplo. Segundo a mesma publicação, desta fatia populacional que está favorável à integração, &lt;strong&gt;43,4%&lt;/strong&gt; defende a manutenção do nome &lt;strong&gt;"Espanha"&lt;/strong&gt;, contra &lt;strong&gt;39,4%&lt;/strong&gt; que seria a favor do nome &lt;strong&gt;"Iberia"&lt;/strong&gt;. A capital manter-se-ia em &lt;strong&gt;Madrid&lt;/strong&gt; e como chefe de Estado o &lt;strong&gt;Rei Juan Carlos&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/Pa??ses.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 303px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 254px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="266" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/320/Pa%3F%3Fses.jpg" width="310" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mas, não é só além fronteiras que esta ideia tem adeptos. Relembro que a revista &lt;strong&gt;Sol&lt;/strong&gt; publicou uma sondagem, segundo a qual, &lt;strong&gt;28%&lt;/strong&gt; dos portugueses seria a favor de uma união com &lt;em&gt;nuestros hermanos&lt;/em&gt;. Já não os vemos como o "inimigo" como em tempos idos. E a vida, cá por estas paragens, começa a ser como a música que se segue...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://pwp.netcabo.pt/mantiria/som/mano negra - mala vida.mp3" width="310" height="45" type="audio/mpeg" border="0" autostart="false" autoplay="false" loop="false" volume="75%"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.azlyrics.us/178207" target="new"&gt;Mano Negra - Mala Vida&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/Iberia%20Fim.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 74px" height="84" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/200/Iberia%20Fim.0.jpg" width="106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;E agora? Se pensarmos nisso, a nível económico, já fomos mais do que &lt;em&gt;anexados&lt;/em&gt;. Mas, que aspectos positivos e negativos acham vocês em algo desta magnitude? O que ficaria melhor e pior? Seriam contra ou a favor? Podem propôr alternativas e variantes à vontade!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17486749-116121069235034576?l=smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com/feeds/116121069235034576/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17486749&amp;postID=116121069235034576' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486749/posts/default/116121069235034576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486749/posts/default/116121069235034576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com/2006/10/ibria.html' title='Ibéria'/><author><name>The Smoking Man</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6sS_QU-IcbA/S6V-Fb7QC5I/AAAAAAAAAKA/nClPujioWtQ/S220/SmokeManSmall.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17486749.post-116112795221955862</id><published>2006-10-18T12:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T00:44:12.286+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Thunderstruck</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://pwp.netcabo.pt/mantiria/som/acdc - thunderstruck.mp3" width="310" height="45" type="audio/mpeg" volume="75%" loop="false" autoplay="false" autostart="false" border="0"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AC/DC&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.lyrics007.com/AC%20DC%20Lyrics/Thunderstruck%20Lyrics.html" target="new"&gt;Thunderstruck&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/Thunder%2001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 371px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 228px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="264" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/400/Thunder%2001.jpg" width="376" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Neste momento, estou a escrever estas linhas para vocês enquanto lá fora os relâmpagos luminescem na noite escura... que belo cenário! Mas afinal o que é uma &lt;strong&gt;trovoada&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/Thunder%2002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 170px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="203" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/400/Thunder%2002.jpg" width="350" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Para uma trovoada se formar é necessário que exista elevação de ar húmido numa atmosfera instável. Se elevação de ar é suficientemente forte, o ar arrefece até temperaturas abaixo do ponto de orvalho e condensa, libertando calor latente que promove a elevação do ar e «alimenta» a trovoada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/Thunder%2003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 319px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 123px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="180" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/400/Thunder%2003.jpg" width="337" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As trovoadas mais fortes são geradas quando ar quente e húmido sobe rapidamente, com velocidades que podem chegar aos 160 km por hora, até altitudes mais elevadas e mais frias. Os &lt;strong&gt;relâmpagos&lt;/strong&gt; surgem quando as partículas de gelo ou neve de uma nuvem começam a cair de grande altitude em direcção à superfície e correspondem à libertação de energia devida à diferença de carga entre as partículas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/Thunder%2004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 164px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="179" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/400/Thunder%2004.jpg" width="279" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Os &lt;strong&gt;trovões&lt;/strong&gt; são o ruído que os relâmpagos fazem quando atravessam o ar. Durante uma trovoada geram-se descargas eléctricas para equilibrar a diferença de potencial entre o &lt;em&gt;topo da nuvem&lt;/em&gt; (cargas positivas), a &lt;em&gt;base da nuvem&lt;/em&gt; (cargas negativas) e o &lt;em&gt;solo&lt;/em&gt; (carga positiva). A atmosfera funciona como isolador entre a nuvem e o solo. Quando a energia envolvida numa tempestade ultrapassa a resistência do ar, gera-se uma descarga entre os pólos de carga oposta. O rápido aumento da pressão e temperatura fazem expandir violentamente o ar envolvente ao &lt;strong&gt;raio&lt;/strong&gt; a velocidades superiores às do som, gerando-se uma &lt;em&gt;onda de choque&lt;/em&gt;. O ribombar posterior a um trovão é conseguido pelo eco da onda de choque nas altas camadas da atmosfera e na geografia envolvente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/Fim.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 78px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 81px" height="95" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/200/Fim.jpg" width="104" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Sempre foi algo que apreciei. As trovoadas. Claro que inicialmente tinha medo, mas depois este deu lugar ao fascínio. Toda aquela energia electromagnética. Pois é. Neste momento sinto-me assim. Eléctrico! E em choque também...&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17486749-116112795221955862?l=smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com/feeds/116112795221955862/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17486749&amp;postID=116112795221955862' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486749/posts/default/116112795221955862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486749/posts/default/116112795221955862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com/2006/10/thunderstruck.html' title='Thunderstruck'/><author><name>The Smoking Man</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6sS_QU-IcbA/S6V-Fb7QC5I/AAAAAAAAAKA/nClPujioWtQ/S220/SmokeManSmall.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17486749.post-116104279486135153</id><published>2006-10-17T00:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T01:19:00.220+01:00</updated><title type='text'>"Money, Money, Money...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;... must be funny in a richman's world".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://pwp.netcabo.pt/mantiria/som/abba - money, money, money.mp3" width="310" height="45" type="audio/mpeg" border="0" autostart="false" autoplay="false" loop="false" volume="100%"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Abba&lt;/strong&gt; - Money, Money, Money&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/Euros.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 230px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="261" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/400/Euros.jpg" width="356" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Dinheiro&lt;/strong&gt;, pilim, pasta, papel, guita, argent, money, geld, soldi, dinero&lt;/em&gt;... tantos os nomes que ele tem... quase tantos como o demónio!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/Money%2002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 191px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 199px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="245" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/400/Money%2002.jpg" width="270" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Depusemos a troca directa de bens por um meio de efectuar transacções chamado &lt;em&gt;numerário&lt;/em&gt;. Dinheiro! É o meio para adquirir tudo. É com ele que compramos tudo. Sem ele não vivemos... o mundo gira à sua volta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/Drink.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="260" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/400/Drink.jpg" width="332" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Há quem faça de tudo por dinheiro. Quem venda o corpo, a alma, a mãe ou o cão... interessa é arranjar dinheiro! Tudo se consegue com dinheiro. Não se compra a felicidade? Não sei se acredite...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/Money%20Eyes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="194" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/400/Money%20Eyes.jpg" width="208" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; E depois há quem entre em concursos como aquelas verdadeiras pérolas da &lt;strong&gt;Tvi&lt;/strong&gt;. O &lt;em&gt;Big Brother&lt;/em&gt;, a &lt;em&gt;Quinta das Celebridades&lt;/em&gt;... e esta lindeza nova do milionário. Como as pessoas se &lt;em&gt;engalfinham&lt;/em&gt; por uma soma em dinheiro! &lt;em&gt;How low can you go&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/Euro%20Symbol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 68px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 57px" height="100" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/200/Euro%20Symbol.jpg" width="122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;E agora? Que fariam vocês por dinheiro? Muito e fácil... é tentador. Imaginem só uma quantia assim astronómica... tipo Euromilhões. Será mesmo verdade que &lt;em&gt;todos temos um preço&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17486749-116104279486135153?l=smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com/feeds/116104279486135153/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17486749&amp;postID=116104279486135153' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486749/posts/default/116104279486135153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486749/posts/default/116104279486135153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com/2006/10/money-money-money.html' title='&quot;Money, Money, Money...'/><author><name>The Smoking Man</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6sS_QU-IcbA/S6V-Fb7QC5I/AAAAAAAAAKA/nClPujioWtQ/S220/SmokeManSmall.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17486749.post-116094926632538520</id><published>2006-10-16T12:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T23:02:09.236+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Perspectivas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/Angel%20Woman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="263" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/400/Angel%20Woman.jpg" width="372" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Olá pessoal. Hoje fala-se por aqui de mulheres. Mas de um modo algo antiquado. Inspirei-me para este &lt;em&gt;post&lt;/em&gt; numa conversa que ouvi no café. Eu sei que "a coisa" não é estanque. Existe a dualidade &lt;strong&gt;anjo&lt;/strong&gt;/&lt;strong&gt;demónio&lt;/strong&gt; dentro da mesma pessoa. Umas são uns verdadeiros &lt;em&gt;anjos&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/Marriage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="241" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/400/Marriage.jpg" width="363" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Estas são as com que se fica e se pensa em constituir família... casar e ter filhos. É esse o desígnio que se reserva para mulheres como estas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/Devil%20Woman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 262px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 237px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="237" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/400/Devil%20Woman.jpg" width="288" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Depois temos as &lt;em&gt;diabas&lt;/em&gt;... verdadeiros "imans" da carne que nos apelam à luxúria sem limites... mas, segundo rezavam as tais vozes de café, não é com essas que ficamos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/Bonecas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="224" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/400/Bonecas.jpg" width="371" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; São um pouco como as bonecas desta imagem. Descartáveis. Usam-se e deitam-se fora. Só para o sexo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pwp.netcabo.pt/mantiria/smoke/popeye fuck.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 97px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 98px" height="70" alt="" src="http://pwp.netcabo.pt/mantiria/smoke/popeye fuck.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pois é. Rezava-se antigamente que &lt;em&gt;com umas brinca-se, com outras casa-se&lt;/em&gt;. Mas isto era antigamente? Ou ainda será assim hoje em dia?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17486749-116094926632538520?l=smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com/feeds/116094926632538520/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17486749&amp;postID=116094926632538520' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486749/posts/default/116094926632538520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486749/posts/default/116094926632538520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com/2006/10/perspectivas.html' title='Perspectivas'/><author><name>The Smoking Man</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6sS_QU-IcbA/S6V-Fb7QC5I/AAAAAAAAAKA/nClPujioWtQ/S220/SmokeManSmall.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17486749.post-116069052685855408</id><published>2006-10-13T12:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T23:05:36.416+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Bina</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/Bike%20(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 224px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="230" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/320/Bike%20%281%29.jpg" width="274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/Bike%20(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 192px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="196" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/320/Bike%20%282%29.jpg" width="277" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/Bike%20(3).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 204px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="259" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/320/Bike%20%283%29.jpg" width="208" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/Bike%20(4).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="180" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/320/Bike%20%284%29.jpg" width="260" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/Bike%20(5).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="192" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/320/Bike%20%285%29.jpg" width="262" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/Bike%20(6).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 264px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 199px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="208" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/320/Bike%20%286%29.jpg" width="275" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Como é? Vamos dar uma volta de biciclete?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17486749-116069052685855408?l=smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com/feeds/116069052685855408/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17486749&amp;postID=116069052685855408' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486749/posts/default/116069052685855408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486749/posts/default/116069052685855408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com/2006/10/bina.html' title='Bina'/><author><name>The Smoking Man</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6sS_QU-IcbA/S6V-Fb7QC5I/AAAAAAAAAKA/nClPujioWtQ/S220/SmokeManSmall.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17486749.post-116060719861744520</id><published>2006-10-12T12:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T00:37:44.726+01:00</updated><title type='text'>'Tou Irritado ou Tuga Mix '06</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'Tou irritado!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aqueles merdas lá encheram 2-1 da &lt;em&gt;Polónia&lt;/em&gt; (esse colosso europeu!), alguém se peidou nos &lt;em&gt;EUA&lt;/em&gt; (um cromo ex-jogador de baseball foi de avião contra um prédio) e foi logo notícia de abertura dos &lt;em&gt;telejornais&lt;/em&gt;... ("foda-se que tristeza de país" pensei eu logo)... e depois ainda há aquela bosta de anûncio (que só dá praí 1000 vezes ao dia na Tv!) para &lt;em&gt;"perdermos os preconceitos nesta sexta-feira treze"&lt;/em&gt;... cum catano não há pachorra para tamanhas imbecilidades que se inventam para anunciar um banco... na volta é aquela trampa de banco que está no final do &lt;em&gt;post&lt;/em&gt;... bem, mas como tou numa de cascar no &lt;em&gt;tuga&lt;/em&gt;... cá vão umas alfinetadas ao &lt;em&gt;tugão&lt;/em&gt;, aproveitando umas fotos que tinha pelo Pc perdidas... e aquela última que o &lt;strong&gt;Bruno&lt;/strong&gt; me mandou por mail - thanx bro! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/ipod.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 219px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 262px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="287" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/400/ipod.jpg" width="219" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ora cá está um belo exemplo das novas tecnologias. Isto deve ser um &lt;em&gt;IPod&lt;/em&gt;. Um retrato da música dita "portuguesa" dos novos tempos. O &lt;em&gt;Hip-Hop tuga&lt;/em&gt; é a nova epidemia... fora aquela belíssima bosta intitulada &lt;strong&gt;Buraca Som Sistema&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;em&gt;Kuduro progressivo&lt;/em&gt;? O que eles inventam... para mim aquilo só tem um nome: é uma grande merda!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/Inunda????o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 290px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 262px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="298" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/400/Inunda%3F%3F%3F%3Fo.jpg" width="290" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Depois de ter visto a reportagem do &lt;strong&gt;Canal 1&lt;/strong&gt; sobre adolescentes (12, 13, 14 anos para mim são crianças, mas enfim...) que bebem &lt;em&gt;shots&lt;/em&gt; até cair para o lado, aqui fica um belo retrato do que fazer em caso de inundação... o &lt;strong&gt;álcool&lt;/strong&gt; é a droga mais consumida em Portugal e no Mundo. Mas ninguém vê! E atrás do seu consumo vêm as "ideias tristes", mas depois acontece o que os franceses descrevem como o: &lt;em&gt;laisser faire, laisser passer&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/Cartoon%20BES.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/400/Cartoon%20BES.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Depois somos tão berinhas, tão berinhas que até a fazer assaltos somos maus! Não é que o gajo que se enfiou no &lt;strong&gt;BES&lt;/strong&gt; de Setúbal foi apanhado porque, após ter feito quatro reféns durante uma série de horas e não ter roubado nada... adormeceu? É preciso ser mesmo, mas mesmo muito mau! Foda-se! &lt;strong&gt;Irritem-se!!!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17486749-116060719861744520?l=smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com/feeds/116060719861744520/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17486749&amp;postID=116060719861744520' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486749/posts/default/116060719861744520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486749/posts/default/116060719861744520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com/2006/10/tou-irritado-ou-tuga-mix-06.html' title='&apos;Tou Irritado ou Tuga Mix &apos;06'/><author><name>The Smoking Man</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6sS_QU-IcbA/S6V-Fb7QC5I/AAAAAAAAAKA/nClPujioWtQ/S220/SmokeManSmall.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17486749.post-116052852273873151</id><published>2006-10-11T01:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T10:08:46.376+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Rinite</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/Engripado.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="202" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/400/Engripado.jpg" width="256" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; De entre as inúmeras alergias que se conhecem, há uma que desencadeia os sintomas quando o contacto com o agente alérgeno é realizado por via respiratória. É a denominada &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;rinite alérgica&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/Rinite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 408px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 216px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="226" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/400/Rinite.jpg" width="416" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;rinite alérgica&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; é causada quando o indivíduo entra em contacto com alérgenos inalantes do meio ambiente. Os agentes mais frequentes são os &lt;em&gt;ácaros do pó&lt;/em&gt; da casa (poeira) e os &lt;em&gt;pólenes&lt;/em&gt; das plantas. Ao entrar em contacto com estes agentes, o indivíduo, que já possui uma predisposição genética para a alergia, desenvolve uma reacção alérgica e inflamatória que, por sua vez, desencadeia uma série de reacções por parte do organismo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/Virus01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="184" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/400/Virus01.jpg" width="210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Esta alergia respiratória pode ser do tipo &lt;strong&gt;perene&lt;/strong&gt;, ou seja, acomete a pessoa durante todos os meses do ano, ou &lt;strong&gt;sazonal&lt;/strong&gt;, quando os sintomas aparecem somente em algumas estações do ano, como é o caso da Primavera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/Virus02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 367px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 193px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="179" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/400/Virus02.jpg" width="344" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Do ponto de vista clínico, a rinite apresenta sintomas como a «obstrução nasal (nariz entupido, falta de ar), rinorreia (corrimento nasal), espirros e prurido (comichão no nariz)», descrevem os imunoalergologistas. Muitas vezes, associado a estes sintomas há um envolvimento ocular, com lacrimejo, comichão e olhos meio avermelhados. Em muitos casos, devido aos indicativos, esta alergia é facilmente confundida com as gripes ou com as constipações.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/Espirro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 104px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 69px" height="77" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/200/Espirro.jpg" width="111" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Neste planeta onde a qualidade do ar que se respira é cada vez menor, não é de espantar que cada vez mais proliferem este tipo de afecções e irritações. Eu neste momento estou assolado por ela...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17486749-116052852273873151?l=smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com/feeds/116052852273873151/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17486749&amp;postID=116052852273873151' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486749/posts/default/116052852273873151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486749/posts/default/116052852273873151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com/2006/10/rinite.html' title='Rinite'/><author><name>The Smoking Man</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6sS_QU-IcbA/S6V-Fb7QC5I/AAAAAAAAAKA/nClPujioWtQ/S220/SmokeManSmall.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17486749.post-116043604714210206</id><published>2006-10-10T00:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T01:09:25.750+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Temos Artista!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pwp.netcabo.pt/mantiria/smoke/passado.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 294px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 199px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="218" alt="" src="http://pwp.netcabo.pt/mantiria/smoke/passado.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; No início era apenas uma animaçãozinha, num qualquer &lt;em&gt;gif&lt;/em&gt; perdido pela Internet, em que este belo personagem perdia as estribeiras com o seu computador...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/Director.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/400/Director.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; No entanto, foi esse pequeno ficheiro que serviu de ponto de partida para que o génio do nosso amigo &lt;strong&gt;Hugo&lt;/strong&gt; viesse ao de cima...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/Cova.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/400/Cova.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; E as suas criações começaram a surgir, com facilidade extrema, alegrando as nossas tardes de trabalho com piadas sempre sarcásticas e algumas também bem sádicas (que eu não gosto nada! - lol).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/Quatro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 386px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 312px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="336" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/400/Quatro.jpg" width="400" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;E é assim que se tem direito a um &lt;em&gt;post&lt;/em&gt;, bem catita por sinal, cortesia da sugestão do nosso também muito estimado &lt;em&gt;CB&lt;/em&gt;. É que além de ter um &lt;em&gt;post&lt;/em&gt;, o nosso amigo &lt;em&gt;Hugo&lt;/em&gt; teve direito a um &lt;a href="http://pwp.netcabo.pt/mantiria/" target="new"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Museu!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ;)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17486749-116043604714210206?l=smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com/feeds/116043604714210206/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17486749&amp;postID=116043604714210206' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486749/posts/default/116043604714210206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486749/posts/default/116043604714210206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com/2006/10/temos-artista.html' title='Temos Artista!'/><author><name>The Smoking Man</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6sS_QU-IcbA/S6V-Fb7QC5I/AAAAAAAAAKA/nClPujioWtQ/S220/SmokeManSmall.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17486749.post-116034728778076753</id><published>2006-10-09T12:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T23:43:35.730+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Escapadinhas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/Azenhas%20(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/400/Azenhas%20%282%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Depois do fim de semana, deixo-vos com uma bela paisagem onde vou, sempre que posso, desanuviar da vida citadina. Sabe-me mesmo bem visitar as &lt;strong&gt;Azenhas do Mar&lt;/strong&gt;, sempre que a ideia é espairecer e disfrutar da vista. Sentir a maresia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/Fotinhas%2001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/400/Fotinhas%2001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Depois, podemos sempre recriar-nos a tirar umas fotos a pequenas coisas que por lá se encontram. E até nem ficaram mal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/Azenhas%20(3).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/400/Azenhas%20%283%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; E o pôr-do-sol é simplesmente soberbo. Vale a pena dar lá um salto durante a tarde e aguardar a sua chegada...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/Azenhas%20(4).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 65px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 57px" height="152" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/200/Azenhas%20%284%29.jpg" width="130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;E tu? Onde gostas mais de ir quando te apetecer fugir do bulício da metrópole? Qual o teu destino de eleição para uma &lt;em&gt;escapadinha&lt;/em&gt; de fim de semana?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17486749-116034728778076753?l=smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com/feeds/116034728778076753/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17486749&amp;postID=116034728778076753' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486749/posts/default/116034728778076753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486749/posts/default/116034728778076753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com/2006/10/escapadinhas.html' title='Escapadinhas'/><author><name>The Smoking Man</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6sS_QU-IcbA/S6V-Fb7QC5I/AAAAAAAAAKA/nClPujioWtQ/S220/SmokeManSmall.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17486749.post-116008671773240270</id><published>2006-10-06T12:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T23:42:59.690+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Burn One Down</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/Ben%2001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/400/Ben%2001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://pwp.netcabo.pt/mantiria/som/ben harper - burn one down.mp3" width="310" height="45" type="audio/mpeg" border="0" autostart="false" autoplay="false" loop="false" volume="100%"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ben Harper&lt;/strong&gt; - Burn One Down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us burn one&lt;br /&gt;From end to end&lt;br /&gt;And pass it over&lt;br /&gt;To me my friend&lt;br /&gt;Burn it long, well burn it slow&lt;br /&gt;To light me up before I go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't like my fire&lt;br /&gt;Then don't come around&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm gonna burn one down&lt;br /&gt;Yes I'm gonna burn one down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My choice is what I choose to do&lt;br /&gt;And if I'm causing no harm&lt;br /&gt;It shouldn't bother you&lt;br /&gt;Your choice is who you choose to be&lt;br /&gt;And if your causin' no harm&lt;br /&gt;Then you're alright with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/Burn%20One.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/400/Burn%20One.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you don't like my fire&lt;br /&gt;Then don't come around&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm gonna burn one down&lt;br /&gt;Yes I'm gonna burn one down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Herb the gift from the earth&lt;br /&gt;And whats from the earth&lt;br /&gt;Is of the greatest worth&lt;br /&gt;So before you knock it try it first&lt;br /&gt;You'll see it's a blessing&lt;br /&gt;And it's not a curse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't like my fire&lt;br /&gt;Then don't come around&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm gonna burn one down&lt;br /&gt;Yes I'm gonna burn one down&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nota Importante: Burn one down? É que é já! É já a seguir!&lt;br /&gt;E esta é para ti Moyo, &lt;em&gt;fratello mio&lt;/em&gt;. Feliz Aniversário! :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/Burn%20One%20Ben.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 74px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 70px" height="84" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/200/Burn%20One%20Ben.jpg" width="101" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Aproveitando o mote da sua (nova) passagem pelo nosso país, cá fica um pensamento bem apropriado à &lt;em&gt;sexta-feira&lt;/em&gt; - ocioso! E até é um bom pensamento ocioso de véspera de fim de semana... Não?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ok... pronto, não me batam mais... ;)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17486749-116008671773240270?l=smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com/feeds/116008671773240270/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17486749&amp;postID=116008671773240270' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486749/posts/default/116008671773240270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486749/posts/default/116008671773240270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com/2006/10/burn-one-down.html' title='Burn One Down'/><author><name>The Smoking Man</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6sS_QU-IcbA/S6V-Fb7QC5I/AAAAAAAAAKA/nClPujioWtQ/S220/SmokeManSmall.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17486749.post-116000625551767112</id><published>2006-10-05T12:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T01:09:17.396+01:00</updated><title type='text'>5 De Outubro</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Parabéns a você&lt;br /&gt;Nesta data querida&lt;br /&gt;Muitas felicidades&lt;br /&gt;Muitos anos de vida...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/Ampolita.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/400/Ampolita.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;No dia &lt;strong&gt;5 de Outubro de 1982&lt;/strong&gt;, às 15h55 nascia este belo espécime humano chamado &lt;strong&gt;Ampolita. Parabéns! Parabéns! Parabéns! Que contes muitos minha doida!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/Parabens.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/320/Parabens.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Este post assinala o teu nascimento minha filhota blogueira! Xuxu que belo protótipo saiu de ti amore! Não é linda a nossa filhota? E vamos ser avós! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/Portugal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/320/Portugal.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;E acho que neste dia também aconteceu qualquer coisa em 1910, tipo... a &lt;strong&gt;Proclamação da República Portuguesa&lt;/strong&gt;, que foi o resultado da Revolução de &lt;strong&gt;5 de Outubro de 1910&lt;/strong&gt; que naquela data pôs termo à monarquia em Portugal. O movimento revolucionário de 5 de Outubro de 1910 deu-se em natural sequência da acção doutrinária e política que, desde a criação do &lt;em&gt;Partido Republicano&lt;/em&gt;, em 1876, vinha sendo desenvolvida. Aumentando contraposição entre a República e a Monarquia, a propaganda republicana fora sabendo tirar partido de alguns factos históricos de repercussão popular: as &lt;em&gt;comemorações do centenário da morte de Camões&lt;/em&gt;, em 1880, e o &lt;em&gt;ultimato inglês&lt;/em&gt;, em 1890, fora aproveitados pelos defensores das doutrinas republicanas que se identificaram com os sentimentos nacionais e aspirações populares. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17486749-116000625551767112?l=smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com/feeds/116000625551767112/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17486749&amp;postID=116000625551767112' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486749/posts/default/116000625551767112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486749/posts/default/116000625551767112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com/2006/10/5-de-outubro.html' title='5 De Outubro'/><author><name>The Smoking Man</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6sS_QU-IcbA/S6V-Fb7QC5I/AAAAAAAAAKA/nClPujioWtQ/S220/SmokeManSmall.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17486749.post-115991702498274358</id><published>2006-10-04T12:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T00:14:55.716+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Wargasm</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/L7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/200/L7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;L7&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;- &lt;em&gt;Wargasm&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://pwp.netcabo.pt/mantiria/som/l7 - wargasm.mp3" width="200" height="45" type="audio/mpeg" volume="100%" loop="false" autoplay="false" autostart="false" border="0"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/Wargasm.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wargasm Wargasm, one two three&lt;br /&gt;Tie a yellow ribbon 'round the amputee&lt;br /&gt;Masturbate, watch it on TV&lt;br /&gt;Crocodile tears for the refugee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/WargasmTv.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/320/WargasmTv.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wargasm Wargasm, one two three&lt;br /&gt;smutty bloody pictures, ecstasy&lt;br /&gt;Blue balls waiting impatiently&lt;br /&gt;From Alcatraz to Lady Liberty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/BushWargasm.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/320/BushWargasm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Body bags and dropping bombs,&lt;br /&gt;The Pentagon knows how to turn us on.&lt;br /&gt;Wargasm Wargasm, one two three&lt;br /&gt;People, people, ecstasy&lt;br /&gt;wave those flags high in the air&lt;br /&gt;As long as it takes place over there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wargasm&lt;br /&gt;Wargasm&lt;br /&gt;Wargasm&lt;br /&gt;Wargasm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Body bags and dropping bombs,&lt;br /&gt;the pentagon knows how to turn us, turn us on&lt;br /&gt;Wargasm&lt;br /&gt;Turn us on&lt;br /&gt;Wargasm&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/Nuke.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 136px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 101px" height="115" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/200/Nuke.jpg" width="147" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Mais uma vez, tenho que agradecer às minhas musas L7 pla inspiração para este post sobre... Guerra! War! Afinal o que é que motiva e precipita os povos a guerrear? Analisemos friamente a coisa. Guerra por território, sobrevivência, religião, poder? O que acham que fez com que chegássemos aqui. Ao estado que esta foto tão bem ilustra?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17486749-115991702498274358?l=smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com/feeds/115991702498274358/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17486749&amp;postID=115991702498274358' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486749/posts/default/115991702498274358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486749/posts/default/115991702498274358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com/2006/10/wargasm.html' title='Wargasm'/><author><name>The Smoking Man</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6sS_QU-IcbA/S6V-Fb7QC5I/AAAAAAAAAKA/nClPujioWtQ/S220/SmokeManSmall.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17486749.post-115982724471893714</id><published>2006-10-03T12:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T00:41:22.380+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Free Hugs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/Hug.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/320/Hug.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Olá meus amigos e meus amores. Tinha que partilhar isto convosco. Ia fazer um qualquer &lt;em&gt;post&lt;/em&gt; político-social e por um mero acaso acabei por encontrar este vídeo perdido num qualquer blog onde fui aterrar. Tenho apenas a dizer-vos que tenho pena se não o puderem ver (&lt;strong&gt;Pinholitas :/&lt;/strong&gt; ) ou ouvir (&lt;strong&gt;Ampolita&lt;/strong&gt; e &lt;strong&gt;Hugo :/&lt;/strong&gt; ), uma vez que também está muito bem adequada à acção da imagem a &lt;a href="http://sg.answers.yahoo.com/question/index?qid=20060929034425AA60aqT" target="new"&gt;música.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bem, voltando ao fundo da questão, acabei por ir ter ao YouTube, onde o vídeo está alojado e deparei-me com a descrição deste &lt;em&gt;fenómeno&lt;/em&gt;, que passo a explicar, explicitar, traduzindo o texto que lá encontrei:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/Free%20Hugs.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/400/Free%20Hugs.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;«Às vezes um abraço é tudo o que precisamos. &lt;strong&gt;Free Hugs&lt;/strong&gt; é uma controversa história da vida real de &lt;strong&gt;Juan Mann&lt;/strong&gt;, um homem cuja única missão era aproximar-se e abraçar um estranho para alegrar a sua vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nesta era de distânciamento social e falta de contacto humano, o efeito da campanha &lt;strong&gt;Free Hugs&lt;/strong&gt; tornou-se fenomenal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto este símbolo de esperança humana se espalhava pela cidade, a Polícia e as Autoridades mandaram banir o movimento. O que depois podemos testemunhar é o verdadeiro espírito da humanidade numa comunhão que apenas pode ser considerada como inspiradora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No espírito da campanha &lt;strong&gt;Free Hugs&lt;/strong&gt; passa esta mensagem a um amigo e abraça um estranho. Porque afinal de contas, se conseguires chegar a uma pessoa...»&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vr3x_RRJdd4"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vr3x_RRJdd4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="500" height="394"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Para reforçar isto, mando-vos um grande abraço virtual. Gostava de vos encorajar a abraçar alguém hoje, para lhe mostrar o quanto gostam dessa pessoa (não digo um estranho - isso é convosco!). A vida é curta e preciosa. Vamos abraçá-la enquanto podemos. Que dizem?&lt;/strong&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/17486749-115982724471893714?l=smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com/feeds/115982724471893714/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17486749&amp;postID=115982724471893714' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486749/posts/default/115982724471893714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486749/posts/default/115982724471893714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com/2006/10/free-hugs.html' title='Free Hugs'/><author><name>The Smoking Man</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6sS_QU-IcbA/S6V-Fb7QC5I/AAAAAAAAAKA/nClPujioWtQ/S220/SmokeManSmall.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17486749.post-115974184857082263</id><published>2006-10-02T12:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T23:53:46.250+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Despeito</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/Alanis.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 172px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 118px" height="118" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/320/Alanis.0.jpg" width="249" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alanis Morissette&lt;/strong&gt; - You Oughta Know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://pwp.netcabo.pt/mantiria/som/you oughta know.mp3" width="200" height="45" type="audio/mpeg" border="0" autostart="false" autoplay="false" loop="false" volume="100%"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want you to know, that I'm happy for you&lt;br /&gt;I wish nothing but the best for you both&lt;br /&gt;An older version of me&lt;br /&gt;Is she perverted like me&lt;br /&gt;Would she go down on you in a theatre&lt;br /&gt;Does she speak eloquently&lt;br /&gt;And would she have your baby&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure she'd make a really excellent mother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause the love that you gave that we made wasn't able&lt;br /&gt;To make it enough for you to be open wide, no&lt;br /&gt;And every time you speak her name&lt;br /&gt;Does she know how you told me you'd hold me&lt;br /&gt;Until you died, till you died&lt;br /&gt;But you're still alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm here to remind you&lt;br /&gt;Of the mess you left when you went away&lt;br /&gt;It's not fair to deny me&lt;br /&gt;Of the cross I bear that you gave to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm here to remind you&lt;br /&gt;of the mess you left when you went away&lt;br /&gt;it's not fair to deny me&lt;br /&gt;of the cross i bear that you gave to me&lt;br /&gt;you, you, you ought to know&lt;br /&gt;You, you, you oughta know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You seem very well, things look peaceful&lt;br /&gt;I'm not quite as well, I thought you should know&lt;br /&gt;Did you forget about me Mr. Duplicity&lt;br /&gt;I hate to bug you in the middle of dinner&lt;br /&gt;It was a slap in the face how quickly I was replaced&lt;br /&gt;Are you thinking of me when you fuck her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause the love that you gave that we made wasn't able&lt;br /&gt;To make it enough for you to be open wide, no&lt;br /&gt;And every time you speak her name&lt;br /&gt;Does she know how you told me you'd hold me&lt;br /&gt;Until you died, til you died&lt;br /&gt;But you're still alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm here to remind you&lt;br /&gt;Of the mess you left when you went away&lt;br /&gt;It's not fair to deny me&lt;br /&gt;Of the cross I bear that you gave to me&lt;br /&gt;You, you, you oughta know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause the joke that you laid on the bed that was me&lt;br /&gt;And I'm not gonna fade&lt;br /&gt;As soon as you close your eyes and you know it&lt;br /&gt;And every time I scratch my nails down someone else's back&lt;br /&gt;I hope you feel it...well can you feel it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm here to remind you&lt;br /&gt;Of the mess you left when you went away&lt;br /&gt;It's not fair to deny me&lt;br /&gt;Of the cross I bear that you gave to me&lt;br /&gt;You, you, you oughta know&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;n.d.r. Se preferirem a versão traduzida em tuga (do Brasil) clickem &lt;a href="http://www.seeklyrics.com/lyrics/Alanis-Morissette/You-Oughta-Know-tradu%E7%E3o.html" target="new"&gt;aqui.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/Scorpion%2004.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 67px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 64px" height="103" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/200/Scorpion%2004.jpg" width="127" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Ele há gente muito despeitada por aí... mas a Alanis é sem dúvida uma campeã da coisa. A mulher tem mais rancor que eu sei lá. E todos sabemos que não há pior que uma mulher rejeitada... despeitada... (já cá faltava uma ferroada venenosa nas meninas deste blog ;) ). Não acham?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17486749-115974184857082263?l=smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com/feeds/115974184857082263/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17486749&amp;postID=115974184857082263' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486749/posts/default/115974184857082263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486749/posts/default/115974184857082263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com/2006/10/despeito.html' title='Despeito'/><author><name>The Smoking Man</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6sS_QU-IcbA/S6V-Fb7QC5I/AAAAAAAAAKA/nClPujioWtQ/S220/SmokeManSmall.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17486749.post-115957507806827714</id><published>2006-09-30T01:04:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T01:49:59.983+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Me Gustas Tu</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XYe2UparqZs" width="500" height="394" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Manu Chao&lt;/strong&gt; - Me Gustas Tu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Te lo dije muy clarito.&lt;br /&gt;Permanece a la escucha. Permanece a la escucha.&lt;br /&gt;Doce de la noche en la Habana, Cuba.&lt;br /&gt;Once de la noche en San Salvador, El Salvador.&lt;br /&gt;Once de la noche en Managua, Nicaragua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me gustan los aviones, me gustas tu. Me gusta viajar, me gustas tu.&lt;br /&gt;Me gusta la mañana, me gustas tu. Me gusta el viento, me gustas tu.&lt;br /&gt;Me gusta soñar, me gustas tu. Me gusta la mar, me gustas tu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que voy a hacer, je ne sais pas. Que voy a hacer, je ne sais plus.&lt;br /&gt;Que voy a hacer, je suis perdu. Que horas son, mi corazón.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me gusta la moto, me gustas tu. Me gusta correr, me gustas tu.&lt;br /&gt;Me gusta la lluvia, me gustas tu. Me gusta volver, me gustas tu.&lt;br /&gt;Me gusta marijuana, me gustas tu. Me gusta colombiana, me gustas tu.&lt;br /&gt;Me gusta la montaña, me gustas tu. Me gusta la noche, me gustas tu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que voy a hacer, je ne sais pas. Que voy a hacer, je ne sais plus.&lt;br /&gt;Que voy a hacer, je suis perdu. Que horas son, mi corazón. Doce un minuto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me gusta la cena, me gustas tu. Me gusta la vecina, me gustas tu.&lt;br /&gt;Me gusta su cocina, me gustas tu. Me gusta camelar, me gustas tu.&lt;br /&gt;Me gusta la guitarra, me gustas tu. Me gusta el reggae, me gustas tu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me gusta la canela, me gustas tu. Me gusta el fuego, me gustas tu.&lt;br /&gt;Me gusta menear, me gustas tu. Me gusta la Coruña, me gustas tu.&lt;br /&gt;Me gusta Malasaña, me gustas tu. Me gusta la castaña, me gustas tu.&lt;br /&gt;Me gusta Guatemala, me gustas tu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que voy a hacer, je ne sais pas. Que voy a hacer, je ne sais plus.&lt;br /&gt;Que voy a hacer, je suis perdu. Que horas son, mi corazón.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuatro de la mañana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A la bin, a la ban a la bin bon ba&lt;br /&gt;A la bin, a la ban a la bin bon ba&lt;br /&gt;Obladi Obladá Obladidada&lt;br /&gt;A la bin, a la ban a la bin bon ban&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cinco de la mañana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No todo lo que es oro brilla.&lt;br /&gt;Radio Reloj&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17486749-115957507806827714?l=smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com/feeds/115957507806827714/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17486749&amp;postID=115957507806827714' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486749/posts/default/115957507806827714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486749/posts/default/115957507806827714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com/2006/09/me-gustas-tu.html' title='Me Gustas Tu'/><author><name>The Smoking Man</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6sS_QU-IcbA/S6V-Fb7QC5I/AAAAAAAAAKA/nClPujioWtQ/S220/SmokeManSmall.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17486749.post-115948206402147096</id><published>2006-09-29T12:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T00:00:06.010+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Todo Pa Ti</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/Plane.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/400/Plane.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Anikas&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;em&gt;mon amour&lt;/em&gt;, inspirei-me e procurei coisas para te dedicar agora que vais aparecer menos por cá. Essa tua propalada ausência que seja breve han? Senão vai haver merda! Hahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/O%20Fumo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/400/O%20Fumo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hoje temos a estreia do &lt;em&gt;pasquim &lt;strong&gt;O Fumo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. É um jornal tão secreto, tão secreto que só aparece em pequenos recortes - lol! Notícias envoltas em &lt;em&gt;fumo e suspense&lt;/em&gt; avizinham-se...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/Novel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/400/Novel.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Digam lá se não estamos lindos? Este livro é de um escritor conceituadíssimo em romances e parece que já esgotou na &lt;em&gt;Bertrand&lt;/em&gt; e na &lt;em&gt;Fnac&lt;/em&gt;! Eu já tenho o meu exemplar. Agora quero que mo autografem! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/Pastor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/400/Pastor.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Xuxu&lt;/em&gt; este post é inteiramente dedicado a ti e ao sentimento que aqui despertaste. O &lt;em&gt;pastor&lt;/em&gt; fica sempre triste ao ver que a sua &lt;em&gt;obelhita&lt;/em&gt; se vai ausentar por algum tempo, mas sabes que estaremos sempre cá à tua espera neste cantinho que também é teu e que sempre será teu.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pssst! Eu estou na porta do lado direito do confessionário, ok? Hahahahaha :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17486749-115948206402147096?l=smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com/feeds/115948206402147096/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17486749&amp;postID=115948206402147096' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486749/posts/default/115948206402147096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486749/posts/default/115948206402147096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com/2006/09/todo-pa-ti.html' title='Todo Pa Ti'/><author><name>The Smoking Man</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6sS_QU-IcbA/S6V-Fb7QC5I/AAAAAAAAAKA/nClPujioWtQ/S220/SmokeManSmall.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17486749.post-115940266672848160</id><published>2006-09-28T00:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T02:01:09.083+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Universo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/Planets.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/400/Planets.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Universo. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;De que planeta és tu? Onde é que deixaste a nave?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Depois de tantas vezes ter ouvido frases como estas decidi ir procurar... e tentar descobrir afinal de onde é que eu vim com este osso saído na nuca, assinalando a minha origem planetária... então entrei no &lt;a href="http://mordidelas.blogspot.com/"&gt;Tiros no Escuro&lt;/a&gt; (obrigado Mariza!) e descobri o modo de o saber que aqui vos apresento para que o descubram também:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are From Pluto&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatplanetareyoufromquiz/pluto.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a dark, mysterious soul, full of magic and the secrets of the universe.&lt;br /&gt;You can get the scoop on anything, but you keep your own secrets locked in your heart.&lt;br /&gt;You love change and you use it to your advantage, whether by choice or chance.&lt;br /&gt;You don't like to compromise, to the point of being self-destructive with your stubborness.&lt;br /&gt;Live life with love, and your deep powers will open the world to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatplanetareyoufromquiz/"&gt;De que planeta és tu?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora que já me encontrava mais descansado da vida, por ter tirado este peso enorme de cima dos ombros, o Universo entrou em convulsões de magnitude avassaladora e uma explosão cósmica de dimensões inusitadas parece vir a caminho...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/Poster.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/400/Poster.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; E isto porque, parece que a maior &lt;em&gt;vilã interplanetária&lt;/em&gt; se encontra "a monte" em parte incerta e o mundo já sente os seus efeitos. Somente o rumor deste facto ao circular durante todo o dia de ontem, fez com que os mercados financeiros fechassem em queda acentuada desde o &lt;em&gt;Nikkei&lt;/em&gt; ao &lt;em&gt;Nasdaq&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/Boom.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="74" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/200/Boom.jpg" width="90" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;O planeta acordou em sobressalto, com massivas manifestações de rua desde a Àsia à América, e especialmente numerosas em Portugal (de onde é natural) sob o slogan: &lt;em&gt;"Volta Xuxumeca - Amamos-te"&lt;/em&gt;... e assim vai o nosso Universo...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17486749-115940266672848160?l=smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com/feeds/115940266672848160/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17486749&amp;postID=115940266672848160' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486749/posts/default/115940266672848160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486749/posts/default/115940266672848160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com/2006/09/universo.html' title='Universo'/><author><name>The Smoking Man</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6sS_QU-IcbA/S6V-Fb7QC5I/AAAAAAAAAKA/nClPujioWtQ/S220/SmokeManSmall.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17486749.post-115932034170369537</id><published>2006-09-27T00:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T02:29:09.220+01:00</updated><title type='text'>À Vontadinha</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/01.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/320/01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/03.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/320/03.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/04.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/320/04.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/05.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/320/05.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/06.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/320/06.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Há muito tempo que não se falava de &lt;em&gt;sexo&lt;/em&gt; neste blog (lol) por isso cá ficam umas imagenzitas de um casal que não está à vontade... está &lt;em&gt;à vontadinha&lt;/em&gt;! &lt;strong&gt;E tu agora podes ou não contar qual foi o sítio mais marado onde "o" fizeste... não é necessário dizer com quem... lol! :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17486749-115932034170369537?l=smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com/feeds/115932034170369537/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17486749&amp;postID=115932034170369537' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486749/posts/default/115932034170369537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486749/posts/default/115932034170369537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com/2006/09/vontadinha.html' title='À Vontadinha'/><author><name>The Smoking Man</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6sS_QU-IcbA/S6V-Fb7QC5I/AAAAAAAAAKA/nClPujioWtQ/S220/SmokeManSmall.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17486749.post-115922403185552618</id><published>2006-09-26T12:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T14:53:54.630+01:00</updated><title type='text'>One More Thing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://static.last.fm/coverart/300x300/2036777.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://static.last.fm/coverart/300x300/2036777.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;L7&lt;/strong&gt; - One More Thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've just about had enough&lt;br /&gt;I'm drowing from too much stuff&lt;br /&gt;I get scared when the telephone rings&lt;br /&gt;Someone talking about one more thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more thing&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, it's one more thing&lt;br /&gt;One more thing to put in line&lt;br /&gt;One more thing to waste my time&lt;br /&gt;One more thing that I can't take&lt;br /&gt;One more thing I'm gonna break&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You need more, well get in line&lt;br /&gt;Too many things grabbing at my time&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell you, brother, right out flat&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna have to throw you back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more thing&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, you're one more thing&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, your one more thing to put in line&lt;br /&gt;One more thing to waste my time&lt;br /&gt;One more thing that I can't take&lt;br /&gt;One more thing I'm gonna break&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, you're one more thing&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, you're one more thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fix my engine and the tire goes flat&lt;br /&gt;It's one more thing that I can't have&lt;br /&gt;Politics messing with my rights&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing fun to do tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more thing&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, it's one more thing&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, its one more thing to put in line&lt;br /&gt;One more thing to waste my time&lt;br /&gt;One more thing that I can't take&lt;br /&gt;One more thing I'm gonna break&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, its one more thing&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, its one more thing&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, its one more thing&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, its one more thing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mais uma coisa e mais outra... quando uma complicação aparece, vem logo acompanhada de outra. Já não há nada simples. Há sempre uma e outra contrariedade no caminho. Quando se julga que finalmente tudo corre sobre rodas eis que outra cena aparece no horizonte. E descobrimos que afinal um mal nunca vem só... que fazes quando isto sucede? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17486749-115922403185552618?l=smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com/feeds/115922403185552618/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17486749&amp;postID=115922403185552618' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486749/posts/default/115922403185552618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486749/posts/default/115922403185552618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com/2006/09/one-more-thing.html' title='One More Thing'/><author><name>The Smoking Man</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6sS_QU-IcbA/S6V-Fb7QC5I/AAAAAAAAAKA/nClPujioWtQ/S220/SmokeManSmall.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17486749.post-115913548116708121</id><published>2006-09-25T12:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T23:20:51.016+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Outono</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/Outono.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/320/Outono.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; O &lt;em&gt;Verão&lt;/em&gt; já se foi e o &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Outono&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; chegou. O Outono chegou a Portugal Continental às 5h03 de sábado, 23 de Setembro, marcando o início de um novo ciclo da vida vegetal e animal e igualando o tamanho do dia ao da noite. E o "Smoke" já tem um &lt;em&gt;look&lt;/em&gt; mais &lt;em&gt;outonal&lt;/em&gt; também...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/Outono%2001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/400/Outono%2001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; O começo do Outono não ocorre sempre na mesma altura, uma vez que esta data é estabelecida a partir de cálculos matemáticos para se ajustar ao movimento da Terra. Um ano não comporta um número exacto de dias: tem 365 dias, 5 horas, 48 minutos e 45,2 segundos. E assim, a data do início da Primavera e do Outono diferem de ano para ano, sendo ainda necessário corrigir o desvio um dia adicional introduzindo todos os quatro anos (ano bissexto).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/Outono%2003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/400/Outono%2003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Com a sua chegada alteram-se os nossos ciclos de vida diária. Alteram-se os estados de espírito aliados à mudança meteorológica da época. E sabe tão bem ficar em casa, no quentinho, a ouvir a chuva lá fora. Ver um filme e comer umas pipocas. O pior é para vir trabalhar, o tempo não ajuda e a vontade também não.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/Pergunta%2002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 36px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 31px" height="44" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/200/Pergunta%2002.jpg" width="57" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;E para ti como é? Que sensações te provoca esta época?&lt;br /&gt;Como sentes a chegada do Outono?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17486749-115913548116708121?l=smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com/feeds/115913548116708121/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17486749&amp;postID=115913548116708121' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486749/posts/default/115913548116708121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486749/posts/default/115913548116708121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com/2006/09/outono.html' title='Outono'/><author><name>The Smoking Man</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6sS_QU-IcbA/S6V-Fb7QC5I/AAAAAAAAAKA/nClPujioWtQ/S220/SmokeManSmall.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17486749.post-115888325754764955</id><published>2006-09-22T00:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T01:24:40.606+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Crouch Some More</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/Crouch%20(01).0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/400/Crouch%20%2801%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/Crouch%20(02).0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/400/Crouch%20%2802%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/Crouch%20(07).0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/400/Crouch%20%2807%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/Crouch%20(04).0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/400/Crouch%20%2804%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/Crouch%20(08).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/400/Crouch%20%2808%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/Crouch%20(06).0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/400/Crouch%20%2806%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;n.d.r:&lt;/strong&gt; E mais havia ainda, mas estas foram as fotos que gostei mais. &lt;strong&gt;Martelo&lt;/strong&gt; obrigado plo email!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É &lt;em&gt;sexta-feira&lt;/em&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;Como tal, não me apetece fazer grandes deambulações mentais.&lt;br /&gt;Deixo-vos com este nosso amigo em novas e interessantes actividades.&lt;br /&gt;É um &lt;em&gt;upgrade&lt;/em&gt;... Peter Crouch em alta!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17486749-115888325754764955?l=smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com/feeds/115888325754764955/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17486749&amp;postID=115888325754764955' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486749/posts/default/115888325754764955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486749/posts/default/115888325754764955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com/2006/09/crouch-some-more_22.html' title='Crouch Some More'/><author><name>The Smoking Man</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6sS_QU-IcbA/S6V-Fb7QC5I/AAAAAAAAAKA/nClPujioWtQ/S220/SmokeManSmall.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17486749.post-115879552842681762</id><published>2006-09-21T12:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T00:42:24.766+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Retalhos De Portugal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/BES.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 374px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 258px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="275" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/400/BES.jpg" width="382" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Neste país ninguém tem &lt;em&gt;dívidas&lt;/em&gt; e os &lt;em&gt;créditos&lt;/em&gt; são extremamente compensadores... para a banca! É a neo-escravatura a 40 ou 50 anos! Quem sabe, sabe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/Bofia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 339px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 260px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="286" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/400/Bofia.jpg" width="361" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mas a &lt;em&gt;crise&lt;/em&gt; não é extensível a todos... &lt;strong&gt;classe política&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;governantes&lt;/strong&gt; e &lt;strong&gt;autoridade&lt;/strong&gt; em geral passam ao lado destas coisas... acenando cândida e alegremente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/Mateus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 269px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 324px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="358" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/400/Mateus.jpg" width="287" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; E depois há &lt;em&gt;filmes judiciais&lt;/em&gt; do mais refinado possível... &lt;strong&gt;Apito Dourado&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Caso Mateus&lt;/strong&gt;... e isto é no desporto, nem falo da &lt;strong&gt;Casa Pia&lt;/strong&gt; ou da &lt;strong&gt;Moderna&lt;/strong&gt;... e para quê? Para ir tudo para o arquivo e a culpa morrer sózinha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/Sinal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 329px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 221px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="245" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/400/Sinal.jpg" width="358" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; O que vale é saber que plo menos temos onde estacionar na nossa última morada - lol! Valha-nos isso! E assim vai a nação. &lt;strong&gt;Falemos então sobre as peculiaridades do nosso povo e país. Exploremos o &lt;em&gt;mundo tuga&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17486749-115879552842681762?l=smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com/feeds/115879552842681762/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17486749&amp;postID=115879552842681762' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486749/posts/default/115879552842681762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486749/posts/default/115879552842681762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com/2006/09/retalhos-de-portugal.html' title='Retalhos De Portugal'/><author><name>The Smoking Man</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6sS_QU-IcbA/S6V-Fb7QC5I/AAAAAAAAAKA/nClPujioWtQ/S220/SmokeManSmall.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17486749.post-115870507499792909</id><published>2006-09-20T12:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T11:20:31.586+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Strangelove</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.depechemode.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Depeche Mode&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;a href="http://xs206.xs.to/xs206/06383/Chart.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Strangelove&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There'll be times&lt;br /&gt;When my crimes&lt;br /&gt;Will seem almost unforgivable&lt;br /&gt;I give in to sin&lt;br /&gt;Because you have to make this life liveable&lt;br /&gt;But when you think I've had enough&lt;br /&gt;From your sea of love&lt;br /&gt;I'll take more than another riverfull&lt;br /&gt;Yes, and I'll make it all worthwhile&lt;br /&gt;I'll make your heart smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strangelove&lt;br /&gt;Strange highs and strange lows&lt;br /&gt;Strangelove&lt;br /&gt;That's how my love goes&lt;br /&gt;Strangelove&lt;br /&gt;Will you give it to me&lt;br /&gt;Will you take the pain&lt;br /&gt;I will give to you&lt;br /&gt;Again and again&lt;br /&gt;And will you return it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There'll be days&lt;br /&gt;When I'll stray&lt;br /&gt;I may appear to be&lt;br /&gt;Constantly out of reach&lt;br /&gt;I give in to sin&lt;br /&gt;Because I like to practice what I preach&lt;br /&gt;I'm not trying to say&lt;br /&gt;I'll have it all my way&lt;br /&gt;I'm always willing to learn&lt;br /&gt;When you've got something to teach&lt;br /&gt;And I'll make it all worthwhile&lt;br /&gt;I'll make your heart smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pain will you return it&lt;br /&gt;I'll say it again -- pain&lt;br /&gt;Pain will you return it&lt;br /&gt;I'll say it again -- pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pain will you return it&lt;br /&gt;I'll say it again -- pain&lt;br /&gt;Pain will you return it&lt;br /&gt;I won't say it again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;Strangelove&lt;br /&gt;Strange highs and strange lows&lt;br /&gt;Strangelove&lt;br /&gt;That's how my love goes&lt;br /&gt;Strangelove&lt;br /&gt;Will you give it to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give in&lt;br /&gt;Again and again&lt;br /&gt;I give in&lt;br /&gt;Will you give it to me&lt;br /&gt;I give in&lt;br /&gt;I'll say it again&lt;br /&gt;I give in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give in&lt;br /&gt;Again and again&lt;br /&gt;I give in&lt;br /&gt;That's how my love goes&lt;br /&gt;I give in&lt;br /&gt;I'll say it again&lt;br /&gt;I give in&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://xs.to"&gt;&lt;img title="Pergunta" style="WIDTH: 24px; HEIGHT: 21px" height="10" src="http://xs206.xs.to/xs206/06383/Pergunta.JPG" width="57" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;E o teu amor como é?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17486749-115870507499792909?l=smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com/feeds/115870507499792909/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17486749&amp;postID=115870507499792909' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486749/posts/default/115870507499792909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486749/posts/default/115870507499792909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com/2006/09/strangelove.html' title='Strangelove'/><author><name>The Smoking Man</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6sS_QU-IcbA/S6V-Fb7QC5I/AAAAAAAAAKA/nClPujioWtQ/S220/SmokeManSmall.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17486749.post-115862532599202789</id><published>2006-09-19T01:16:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T01:30:18.663+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Polícia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/Police%2001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 317px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 248px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="266" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/400/Police%2001.jpg" width="299" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; É de ficar de olhos em bico...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/Police%2003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/320/Police%2003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Uma pausazita e tal... para descomprimir...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/Police%2004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/320/Police%2004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; E uma soneca? Ui ui!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/Police%2005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/320/Police%2005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tá calor pah... vamos mas é à água!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/Police%2006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/320/Police%2006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; No comments... lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A polícia no mundo... agora tentem lá descobrir aí os tugas... é difícil eu sei... vá lá... façam um esforço! E que pensam da polícia?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17486749-115862532599202789?l=smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com/feeds/115862532599202789/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17486749&amp;postID=115862532599202789' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486749/posts/default/115862532599202789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486749/posts/default/115862532599202789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com/2006/09/polcia.html' title='Polícia'/><author><name>The Smoking Man</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6sS_QU-IcbA/S6V-Fb7QC5I/AAAAAAAAAKA/nClPujioWtQ/S220/SmokeManSmall.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17486749.post-115827356411326038</id><published>2006-09-18T12:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T23:50:23.583+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Carochos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/Papoila.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 177px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="215" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/320/Papoila.jpg" width="290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;A substância:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.erowid.org/chemicals/heroin/heroin.shtml"&gt;heroína&lt;/a&gt; é uma droga &lt;em&gt;opióide&lt;/em&gt; natural ou sintética, produzida e derivada do &lt;em&gt;ópio&lt;/em&gt; do bulbo de algumas espécies de &lt;em&gt;papoila&lt;/em&gt;. O consumo regular de heroína causa sempre &lt;strong&gt;dependência física&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;envelhecimento acelerado&lt;/strong&gt; e &lt;strong&gt;danos cerebrais irreversiveis&lt;/strong&gt;, além de outros problemas de saúde. A heroína é a mais aditiva e perigosa droga recreativa em uso disseminado. A heroína é fabricada a partir da morfina por &lt;em&gt;acetilação&lt;/em&gt;. A produção da droga é feita a partir da &lt;a href="http://www.erowid.org/pharms/morphine/"&gt;morfina&lt;/a&gt; presente no ópio. O ópio é extraido dos bulbos da papoila do ópio, frequentemente roxa, &lt;em&gt;Papaver Somniferum&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/Caldo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="294" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/320/Caldo.jpg" width="291" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Os hábitos:&lt;/strong&gt; A &lt;em&gt;injecção&lt;/em&gt; é preferida no abuso recreativo, devido ao efeito de prazer súbito intenso (denominado "orgasmo abdominal"). A inalação tem vindo a ganhar terreno, numa modalidade denominada &lt;em&gt;"chasing the dragon"&lt;/em&gt;, com origens orientais, onde a disponibilidade de seringas e agulhas é menor. Também pode ser ingerida, absorvida pela pele ou fumada. O consumo com &lt;a href="http://www.erowid.org/chemicals/cocaine/cocaine.shtml"&gt;cocaína&lt;/a&gt; (&lt;em&gt;speedballs&lt;/em&gt; ou &lt;em&gt;moonrocks&lt;/em&gt;) tem vindo a generalizar-se.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/Heroin.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/320/Heroin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;O efeito:&lt;/strong&gt; Produz euforia e bem estar, mas a sua acção necessita de doses cada vez maiores para se manter ao mesmo nível - fenómeno de &lt;em&gt;tolerância&lt;/em&gt;. Ao ser consumida pela injecção intravenosa com agulha leva a uma rápida subida das concentrações sanguineas, e resulta numa acção inicial muito mais forte de satisfação intensa, seguida de um &lt;em&gt;plateau&lt;/em&gt; de acção mais moderada e cada vez mais fraca. Julga-se que a produção ou sensibilidade às endorfinas e encefalinas, (opióides naturais no ser humano), é reduzida, e o indivíduo passa a necessitar de doses de opióide exógeno (externo) cada vez maiores apenas para se sentir normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fontes:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Main_Page"&gt;Wikipedia&lt;/a&gt; &amp; uns "pózinhos" do Manta&lt;/em&gt; ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/Notinha.7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/200/Notinha.5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;embed src="http://pwp.netcabo.pt/mantiria/som/carochos.wpl" width="310" height="45" type="application/octet-stream" border="0" autostart="false" autoplay="false" loop="false" volume="75%"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Da Weasel&lt;/strong&gt; - Loja (Canção do Carocho)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peste &amp; Sida&lt;/strong&gt; - Chuta Cavalo (... e morrerás)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/Needle.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/200/Needle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Os carochos. Todos os vemos por aí, na rua, ou temos casos próximos. Infelizmente conheço alguns e conhecia outros que já não se encontram entre nós. No entanto, parece-me que este flagelo gradualmente tem vindo a diminuir. Não vejo jovens a iniciarem o consumo de heroína (é a sensação que tenho). Mas ainda existem muitos por aí, da " velha guarda". Que pensam desta terrível adição? Que episódios vos ficaram?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17486749-115827356411326038?l=smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com/feeds/115827356411326038/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17486749&amp;postID=115827356411326038' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486749/posts/default/115827356411326038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486749/posts/default/115827356411326038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com/2006/09/carochos.html' title='Carochos'/><author><name>The Smoking Man</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6sS_QU-IcbA/S6V-Fb7QC5I/AAAAAAAAAKA/nClPujioWtQ/S220/SmokeManSmall.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17486749.post-115843992905093409</id><published>2006-09-17T12:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T22:06:51.366+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Xuning</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/THcMS-LfLG4" width="500" height="394" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O Rei do Xuning&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Este vídeo é lindo... a música é de morte! Alta letra e altas fotos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/Xuning%2001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/400/Xuning%2001.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Grande bólide à pirata! Hahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/Xuning%2002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/400/Xuning%2002.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just do it! Loololololol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/Xuning%2004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/400/Xuning%2004.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Que grande máquina pah... hehehehehehe! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17486749-115843992905093409?l=smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com/feeds/115843992905093409/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17486749&amp;postID=115843992905093409' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486749/posts/default/115843992905093409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486749/posts/default/115843992905093409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com/2006/09/xuning.html' title='Xuning'/><author><name>The Smoking Man</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6sS_QU-IcbA/S6V-Fb7QC5I/AAAAAAAAAKA/nClPujioWtQ/S220/SmokeManSmall.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17486749.post-115841295934265756</id><published>2006-09-16T14:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T14:46:22.880+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pensamento</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/Muse%20Logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/400/Muse%20Logo.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/o_WmoCAD6KY" width="500" height="394" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Muse&lt;/strong&gt; - Plug In Baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've exposed your lies baby&lt;br /&gt;The underneath's no big surprise&lt;br /&gt;Now it's time for changing&lt;br /&gt;And cleansing everything&lt;br /&gt;To forget your love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My plug in baby&lt;br /&gt;Crucifies my enemies&lt;br /&gt;When I'm tired of giving&lt;br /&gt;My plug in baby&lt;br /&gt;In unbroken virgin realities&lt;br /&gt;Is tired of living&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't confuse&lt;br /&gt;Baby your gonna loose your own game&lt;br /&gt;Change me, replace envying&lt;br /&gt;To forget your love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My plug in baby&lt;br /&gt;Crucifies my enemies&lt;br /&gt;When I'm tired of giving wo&lt;br /&gt;My plug in baby&lt;br /&gt;In unbroken virgin realities&lt;br /&gt;Just tired of living&lt;br /&gt;And i've seen your loving&lt;br /&gt;And mine is gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i've been in trouble&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17486749-115841295934265756?l=smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com/feeds/115841295934265756/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17486749&amp;postID=115841295934265756' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486749/posts/default/115841295934265756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486749/posts/default/115841295934265756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com/2006/09/pensamento.html' title='Pensamento'/><author><name>The Smoking Man</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6sS_QU-IcbA/S6V-Fb7QC5I/AAAAAAAAAKA/nClPujioWtQ/S220/SmokeManSmall.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17486749.post-115827612355019678</id><published>2006-09-15T12:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T00:38:33.410+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Borla</title><content type='html'>Hoje temos &lt;strong&gt;borla&lt;/strong&gt;! É sexta feira e como tal cada um dá a opinião sobre o que lhe apetecer (como se já não o fizéssemos!). Como diz o outro: &lt;em&gt;As opiniões são como as vaginas e quem as quer dar... dá-las!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/Free%20Smoke.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/400/Free%20Smoke.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Uma ligeira troca de palavras e este &lt;em&gt;placard&lt;/em&gt; ficou logo muito melhor! Não acham? Eu plo menos estou convencido disso!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/Free%20Weed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/400/Free%20Weed.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; E uma &lt;em&gt;ervita&lt;/em&gt; de borla? Han? Isso é que calhava bem... eu não me faria rogado, mas só se fosse da boa... "peixe frito", não obrigado!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/Great%20Deal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/400/Great%20Deal.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bem esta é de morte! Na compra de um sapato oferecem-te outro! Agarro no telefone e ligo a uns quantos &lt;em&gt;coxos&lt;/em&gt; e a brincadeira sai-vos cara! Hihihihi! (fui mauzinho...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/Free%20Parking.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/400/Free%20Parking.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pronto, ok. Estacionem aí meia hora &lt;em&gt;à borlix&lt;/em&gt; e não digam que nunca vos dei nada!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vá agora mandem lá o vosso &lt;em&gt;pregão&lt;/em&gt;... mas não se esqueçam que é de borla!&lt;br /&gt;Vá, inventai minha gente! Inventai!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17486749-115827612355019678?l=smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com/feeds/115827612355019678/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17486749&amp;postID=115827612355019678' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486749/posts/default/115827612355019678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486749/posts/default/115827612355019678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com/2006/09/borla.html' title='Borla'/><author><name>The Smoking Man</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6sS_QU-IcbA/S6V-Fb7QC5I/AAAAAAAAAKA/nClPujioWtQ/S220/SmokeManSmall.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17486749.post-115818946726801183</id><published>2006-09-14T00:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T11:23:26.916+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Olha O Xixi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/Gajas%20%281%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/400/Gajas%20%281%29.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/Gajas%20%285%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/400/Gajas%20%285%29.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/Gajas%20%286%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/400/Gajas%20%286%29.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/Gajas%20%287%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/400/Gajas%20%287%29.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/Gajas%20%2810%29.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/400/Gajas%20%2810%29.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Quando tem que ser, tem muita força não será? Para os homens já se sabe da facilidade... agora estas meninas têm um grande &lt;em&gt;à vontade&lt;/em&gt; também... não?!?&lt;br /&gt;E tu qual o sítio mais estranho onde o fizeste?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17486749-115818946726801183?l=smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com/feeds/115818946726801183/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17486749&amp;postID=115818946726801183' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486749/posts/default/115818946726801183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486749/posts/default/115818946726801183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com/2006/09/olha-o-xixi.html' title='Olha O Xixi'/><author><name>The Smoking Man</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6sS_QU-IcbA/S6V-Fb7QC5I/AAAAAAAAAKA/nClPujioWtQ/S220/SmokeManSmall.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17486749.post-115801904118553901</id><published>2006-09-12T00:48:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T01:24:04.726+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Behind The Wheel</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/Depeche%20Small.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/320/Depeche%20Small.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Depeche Mode - Behind The Wheel&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/Notinha.6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/400/Notinha.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;embed src="http://pwp.netcabo.pt/mantiria/som/behind the wheel.mp3" width="310" height="45" type="audio/mpeg" allowscriptaccess="never" border="0" autostart="false" autoplay="false" loop="false" volume="75%"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little girl&lt;br /&gt;Drive anywhere&lt;br /&gt;Do what you want&lt;br /&gt;I don't care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight&lt;br /&gt;I'm in the hands of fate&lt;br /&gt;I hand myself&lt;br /&gt;Over on a plate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh little girl&lt;br /&gt;There are times when I feel&lt;br /&gt;I rather not be&lt;br /&gt;The one behind the wheel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come&lt;br /&gt;Pull my strings&lt;br /&gt;Watch me move&lt;br /&gt;I do anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet little girl&lt;br /&gt;I prefer&lt;br /&gt;You behind the wheel&lt;br /&gt;And me the passenger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drive&lt;br /&gt;I'm yours to keep&lt;br /&gt;Do what you want&lt;br /&gt;I'm going cheap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're behind the wheel, tonight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/Wheel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/320/Wheel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Há dias assim... em que quero ser conduzido. Hoje conduzem vocês... não me apetece ir ao volante de mais uma viagem à aventura. É a vossa vez. Passeiem-me por onde quiserem. Vá... onde vamos?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17486749-115801904118553901?l=smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com/feeds/115801904118553901/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17486749&amp;postID=115801904118553901' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486749/posts/default/115801904118553901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486749/posts/default/115801904118553901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com/2006/09/behind-wheel.html' title='Behind The Wheel'/><author><name>The Smoking Man</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6sS_QU-IcbA/S6V-Fb7QC5I/AAAAAAAAAKA/nClPujioWtQ/S220/SmokeManSmall.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17486749.post-115792967809420390</id><published>2006-09-11T12:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T00:12:15.593+01:00</updated><title type='text'>9-11</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/9-11%2001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/320/9-11%2001.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Como o tempo passa... é irreal! Parece que foi ontem. No entanto faz agora 5 anos que ruiram as duas torres do &lt;em&gt;World Trade Center&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/9-11%2002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/320/9-11%2002.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A América acordou em choque com os embates dos aviões no grande símbolo do poderio empresarial do país. O gigante americano afinal não era inatingível nem inexpugnável.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/9-11%2003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/320/9-11%2003.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Teve o condão de fazer com que o povo americano conhecesse o terror dentro das suas próprias portas. E abriu-se uma nova era de guerra à escala mundial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/9-11%2004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/320/9-11%2004.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Em qualquer local pode acontecer um ataque. "Ninguém está a salvo" foi a ideia que passou e que o mundo fixou. A ameaça poderá rebentar de qualquer quadrante. Para a América veio a servir politicamente, mais tarde, como desculpa para poder atacar indiscriminadamente (Afeganistão e Iraque) o chamado &lt;em&gt;Eixo do Mal&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/9-11%20Final.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/200/9-11%20Final.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Que se seguirá? Como encararam os acontecimentos de Setembro de 2001? Eles estavam a pedi-las? A administração americana permitiu os ataques propositadamente para branquear futuras incursões bélicas? Ou simplesmente desleixou-se? Teorizemos sobre a génese do que sucedeu.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17486749-115792967809420390?l=smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com/feeds/115792967809420390/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17486749&amp;postID=115792967809420390' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486749/posts/default/115792967809420390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486749/posts/default/115792967809420390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com/2006/09/9-11.html' title='9-11'/><author><name>The Smoking Man</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6sS_QU-IcbA/S6V-Fb7QC5I/AAAAAAAAAKA/nClPujioWtQ/S220/SmokeManSmall.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17486749.post-115768538552347865</id><published>2006-09-08T04:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T04:17:54.020+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Volto Já!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/Volto%20j%3F%3F.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/400/Volto%20j%3F%3F.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pois é. Hoje é a minha vez de me desmarcar de fazer qualquer tema para &lt;em&gt;post&lt;/em&gt;. Só vou trabalhar de manhã e vamos lá ver se tenho tempo de cá passar. Acho que se arranja...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/Dear%20Friends.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/400/Dear%20Friends.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Por isso me decidi a sentar-me aqui e avisar-vos que estarei pouco tempo nesta sexta feira. Vou sair mais cedo para calcorrear o país.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/Casamento.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/320/Casamento.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Vou ao casório de uma pessoa chegada. Cada um tem a sua pancada. Uns morrem naturalmente. Outros enforcam-se! E convidam os amigos! LOL tou a brincar. Que sejam muito felizes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/Moyo%20Zorba.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/320/Moyo%20Zorba.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Só estou aqui a colocar este mísero &lt;em&gt;post&lt;/em&gt; a estas belas horas, porque este demónio que aqui vêem com a fisionomia alterada teve um furo no pneu à porta do Lounge e o sobressalente tava mamado também. Resultado? Uma bela seca à pála do Reboque, da ida à Garagem e da troca de pneus... enfim... plo menos já tenho o meu bilhete para ver Muse. Nem tudo foi mau nesta noite de lua cheia!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17486749-115768538552347865?l=smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com/feeds/115768538552347865/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17486749&amp;postID=115768538552347865' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486749/posts/default/115768538552347865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486749/posts/default/115768538552347865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com/2006/09/volto-j.html' title='Volto Já!'/><author><name>The Smoking Man</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6sS_QU-IcbA/S6V-Fb7QC5I/AAAAAAAAAKA/nClPujioWtQ/S220/SmokeManSmall.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17486749.post-115758350199528443</id><published>2006-09-07T12:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T00:08:48.683+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Anestesia Geral</title><content type='html'>Já tinha esta sequência de imagens guardada no computador há bastante tempo, e hoje decidi relutante e finalmente &lt;em&gt;postá-las&lt;/em&gt;. Supostamente isto foi algo que sucedeu no &lt;strong&gt;Hospital de Aveiro&lt;/strong&gt;. Depois de anestesiada a doente a festa começou...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/Hospital%20Aveiro%2001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/320/Hospital%20Aveiro%2001.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/Hospital%20Aveiro%2002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/320/Hospital%20Aveiro%2002.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/Hospital%20Aveiro%2003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/320/Hospital%20Aveiro%2003.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/Hospital%20Aveiro%2004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/320/Hospital%20Aveiro%2004.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/Hospital%20Aveiro%2005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/320/Hospital%20Aveiro%2005.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/Pergunta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/200/Pergunta.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;E que dizer deste animal e do seu comportamento? Como é possível alguém ser tão reles e tão baixo? Fiquei boquiaberto quando vi isto a primeira vez. Agora repugna-me. E tu que tens a dizer disto?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17486749-115758350199528443?l=smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com/feeds/115758350199528443/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17486749&amp;postID=115758350199528443' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486749/posts/default/115758350199528443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486749/posts/default/115758350199528443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com/2006/09/anestesia-geral.html' title='Anestesia Geral'/><author><name>The Smoking Man</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6sS_QU-IcbA/S6V-Fb7QC5I/AAAAAAAAAKA/nClPujioWtQ/S220/SmokeManSmall.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17486749.post-115749942969818459</id><published>2006-09-06T12:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T11:49:28.193+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/Rookie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/320/Rookie.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As noitadas. Eu cresci a ouvir &lt;em&gt;metal&lt;/em&gt;. Lembro-me bem das noites de fim de semana, quando era adolescente, passadas no &lt;strong&gt;Rookie&lt;/strong&gt; a abanar a carola. Tantas! E no também desaparecido &lt;strong&gt;Rockline&lt;/strong&gt; em Alcântara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/Alcantara-Mar.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/320/Alcantara-Mar.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Por falar em Alcântara... lembro-me logo do meu querido &lt;strong&gt;Alcântara-Mar&lt;/strong&gt;. Mais tarde tornou-se o meu &lt;em&gt;poiso&lt;/em&gt; de eleição durante bastante tempo... foi a avassaladora onda de &lt;em&gt;música de dança&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/Lux.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/400/Lux.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As noites de Verão no &lt;strong&gt;Lux&lt;/strong&gt;. Beber um copo com um dedo de conversa no bar do primeiro andar, depois uma ida ao terraço para fumar... e depois um pé de dança na pista cá em baixo. Para sempre ligado ao Lux ficarão as &lt;em&gt;quintas à noite&lt;/em&gt; em que havia &lt;em&gt;Drum 'n Bass (Nuno Forte)&lt;/em&gt;. Era até de manhã a abanar o esqueleto. Muito bom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/ClubLua.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/400/ClubLua.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As festas trance são para mim o atractivo no &lt;strong&gt;Club Lua&lt;/strong&gt;. Noitadas de &lt;em&gt;bombanço&lt;/em&gt; até rebentar! É giro, mas não é para ir todas as semanas. O cartaz é que "me chama", quando é trance que eu gosto. E quando é para ir vai-se em grande!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/Lounge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/400/Lounge.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Bar Lounge&lt;/strong&gt;. Onde vou mais vezes agora. É normalmente calmo e agradável, mas por vezes também buliçoso. Mas é tão fácil beber um copo e depois vir cá fumar fora, que se torna viciante. É simples, mas genuíno. Por aqui plo &lt;em&gt;blog&lt;/em&gt; há gente que já conhece o &lt;em&gt;spot&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/Onde.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/200/Onde.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;E tu? Para onde ias ou vais à noite? Que locais te ficaram mais associados a noites de pura diversão? Onde paravas? Vá lembrem-se lá de umas histórias também... sim que há sempre histórias nas noitadas! ;)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17486749-115749942969818459?l=smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com/feeds/115749942969818459/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17486749&amp;postID=115749942969818459' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486749/posts/default/115749942969818459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486749/posts/default/115749942969818459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com/2006/09/night.html' title='A Night'/><author><name>The Smoking Man</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6sS_QU-IcbA/S6V-Fb7QC5I/AAAAAAAAAKA/nClPujioWtQ/S220/SmokeManSmall.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17486749.post-115741417899622806</id><published>2006-09-05T00:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T01:06:02.526+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Dirty Car Art</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/CarArt%2001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/400/CarArt%2001.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Neste mundo &lt;em&gt;urbano&lt;/em&gt; em que vivemos, surgem manifestações de arte de variadíssimos modos... (esta imagem em que o "artista" está a trabalhar é a que se encontra completa no final do &lt;em&gt;post&lt;/em&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/CarArt%2002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/400/CarArt%2002.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Agora há quem se expresse de forma artística nos &lt;em&gt;pára brisas&lt;/em&gt; dos automóveis, "pintando" na superfície de pó existente nos mesmos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/CarArt%2003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/400/CarArt%2003.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sempre se pode retirar mais facilmente do que o &lt;em&gt;graffiti&lt;/em&gt;, não acham? Se bem que, assim sendo, é uma arte com muito de efémero...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/CarArt%2004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/400/CarArt%2004.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;É o que dá um gajo vir de férias e não lhe apetecer pensar muito para fazer um &lt;em&gt;post&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;É caso para dizer: &lt;em&gt;Não me laves porco! Pinta-me!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17486749-115741417899622806?l=smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com/feeds/115741417899622806/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17486749&amp;postID=115741417899622806' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486749/posts/default/115741417899622806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486749/posts/default/115741417899622806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com/2006/09/dirty-car-art.html' title='Dirty Car Art'/><author><name>The Smoking Man</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6sS_QU-IcbA/S6V-Fb7QC5I/AAAAAAAAAKA/nClPujioWtQ/S220/SmokeManSmall.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17486749.post-115732846620054242</id><published>2006-09-04T01:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T01:19:28.043+01:00</updated><title type='text'>He's Back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/Back.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/400/Back.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Adivinhem quem voltou...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/Bin%20BI%2001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/400/Bin%20BI%2001.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pois é amiguitos... tudo o que é bom acaba. Já estavam vocês descansadinhos da vida a pensar o bem que se vivia sem ter que aturar este terrorista...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/Bin%20BI%2002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/400/Bin%20BI%2002.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ... ainda por cima é um terrorista bem português, com o nome dos pais a sobressairem como uma brilhante obra-prima de &lt;em&gt;mescla&lt;/em&gt; entre o islâmico e o português. Afinal o gajo é de Al-Jezur no Al-Garve! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/MantaPool.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/400/MantaPool.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;E este vosso terrorista blogueiro voltou. Um pouco mais bronzeado, mas com o mesmo juízo. &lt;em&gt;Hello I'm back!&lt;/em&gt; E vocês que andaram a fazer? &lt;em&gt;Tell me all I've been missing!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/Notinha.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/200/Notinha.3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;embed src="http://pwp.netcabo.pt/mantiria/som/Awex - Back On Plastic.mp3" hidden="false" border="0" width="310" height="45" autostart="false" autoplay="false" loop="false" volume="75%" &gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Awex&lt;/strong&gt; - "Back On Plastic"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17486749-115732846620054242?l=smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com/feeds/115732846620054242/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17486749&amp;postID=115732846620054242' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486749/posts/default/115732846620054242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486749/posts/default/115732846620054242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com/2006/09/hes-back.html' title='He&apos;s Back!'/><author><name>The Smoking Man</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6sS_QU-IcbA/S6V-Fb7QC5I/AAAAAAAAAKA/nClPujioWtQ/S220/SmokeManSmall.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17486749.post-115603286666716682</id><published>2006-08-20T01:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T03:50:56.286+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Algarve</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/Map.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/400/Map.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Eu bem disse que não ia fazer mais nenhum &lt;em&gt;post&lt;/em&gt;, mas foi mais forte do que eu... agora que já estou a meio(!) das minhas férias (nãããããããooooooo!!!) deixo-vos aqui uma pista sobre para onde vou amanhã... não me perguntem o nome do local em particular... só sei que fica perto de Olhão...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/Algarve%2003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/400/Algarve%2003.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Vou para a praia finalmente! Sim que este tempo nojento que tem estado não me permitou fazê-lo ainda infelizmente...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/Algarve%2002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/400/Algarve%2002.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Espero apanhar uns belos banhos de Sol porque a companhia que levo garante noitadas de arromba! Isso de certeza! Hahahahaha! &lt;em&gt;Party animals at the Algarve&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/Algarve%2001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/400/Algarve%2001.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; E é assim... segunda feira cá estarei para mais. Espero que estejam todos bem que eu também estou. Abraccini e bacci per tutti!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/Notinha.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/200/Notinha.2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;embed allowScriptAccess="never" src="http://pwp.netcabo.pt/mantiria/som/01 - xerox &amp; illumination - night shift (remix).mp3" hidden="false" border="0" width="310" height="45" autostart="false" autoplay="false" loop="false" volume="75%" &gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que ando a ouvir. Trance. &lt;em&gt;Xerox &amp; Illumination "Night Shift (Remix)"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17486749-115603286666716682?l=smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com/feeds/115603286666716682/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17486749&amp;postID=115603286666716682' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486749/posts/default/115603286666716682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486749/posts/default/115603286666716682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com/2006/08/algarve.html' title='Algarve'/><author><name>The Smoking Man</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6sS_QU-IcbA/S6V-Fb7QC5I/AAAAAAAAAKA/nClPujioWtQ/S220/SmokeManSmall.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17486749.post-115524957376102502</id><published>2006-08-11T12:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T16:12:24.606+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Se É Chat Coça!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/Chat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/400/Chat.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Chat&lt;/strong&gt; - Em primeiro lugar obrigado Xuxu ;) pla inspiração para este título! Bela saída! E chat porquê? Porque sim! Porque que este blog também é uma &lt;em&gt;chat room&lt;/em&gt; e então? Chat, sim chat! Chatemos para aqui e atoardemos sobre o que nos der na real gana! Debitemos pregões que nem loucos como se não houvesse amanhã (e não esta frase não é do Markl, ok Ampolita? hehehe), porque realmente amanhã (ou segunda feira) não haverá &lt;em&gt;post&lt;/em&gt; novo para ninguém. Vai começar o descanso!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/Ferias%2001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/320/Ferias%2001.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Coça&lt;/strong&gt; - Porque hoje é sexta feira e para mim véspera de férias imensamente merecidas. Serão uns singelos 15 diazitos que espero aproveitar para descansar e pôr o bronze em dia e simplesmente não fazer nenhum... logo vou começar a coçá-los! Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/Ferias%2002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/320/Ferias%2002.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Como é óbvio vou aproveitar para ir &lt;em&gt;onde o Sol brilha&lt;/em&gt; mais os meus e simplesmente... descomprimir. Manta Jr. vamos brincar nas &lt;em&gt;pocinhas&lt;/em&gt; os dois? Ah poi'não!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/Closed%2001.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/320/Closed%2001.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; O blog estará encerrado a partir de hoje. O gajo anda farto de me dizer que concorda de sobremaneira com o &lt;em&gt;post&lt;/em&gt; de ontem e que está cansado... tadinho do &lt;em&gt;tamagoshi cibernético&lt;/em&gt;... hahaha! É o &lt;em&gt;post&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;nº150&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/Notinha.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/200/Notinha.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;embed src="http://pwp.netcabo.pt/mantiria/som/ferias.wpl" hidden="false" border="0" width="310" height="45" autostart="false" autoplay="true" loop="true" volume="80%" &gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo assim, hoje, temos uma estreia em forma de novo estilo de &lt;strong&gt;rádio&lt;/strong&gt; onde tomei a liberdade de colocar algumas &lt;em&gt;musiquetas&lt;/em&gt; apropriadas à ocasião. Uma porque foi um fartote de rir ontem com a Pinholitas ;) e as outras porque exalam &lt;em&gt;Praia e Verão&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Juanes&lt;/strong&gt; - La Camisa Negra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Expensive Soul&lt;/strong&gt; - Brilho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fúria Do Açúcar&lt;/strong&gt; - Eu Gosto É Do Verão&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17486749-115524957376102502?l=smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com/feeds/115524957376102502/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17486749&amp;postID=115524957376102502' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486749/posts/default/115524957376102502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486749/posts/default/115524957376102502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com/2006/08/se-chat-coa.html' title='Se É Chat Coça!'/><author><name>The Smoking Man</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6sS_QU-IcbA/S6V-Fb7QC5I/AAAAAAAAAKA/nClPujioWtQ/S220/SmokeManSmall.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17486749.post-115516455732275595</id><published>2006-08-10T12:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T00:15:39.960+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/Cansado01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/320/Cansado01.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Cansaço&lt;/strong&gt;... há dias que acordo cansado. Parece que as pernas estão presas e moídas logo de manhã! Não me apetece fazer nada senão voltar para a cama outra vez. Durmo pouco, fumo q.b. e queimo os olhitos todos no monitor o dia todo... estou fatigado! Quero férias!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/Cansado04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/320/Cansado04.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Fadiga&lt;/strong&gt; é a sensação de fraqueza, falta de energia e exaustão. A fadiga dificulta a realização das suas atividades diárias. Sensação de incapacidade e falta de motivação também podem ser sintomas de fadiga. Existem muitas causas passíveis de provocar fadiga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/Cansado03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/320/Cansado03.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Estas podem ser:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;uso abusivo de álcool ou drogas&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;falta de sono&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;dietas rigorosas ou pouca alimentação&lt;/em&gt; (o que resulta em deficiência de vitaminas e minerais), &lt;em&gt;morar ou trabalhar em ambientes húmidos e quentes&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;o tédio&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;as mudanças&lt;/em&gt; (enfrentar situações de crise ou decisões como divórcio ou reforma), &lt;em&gt;ansiedade&lt;/em&gt;, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/TiredAsleep.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/320/TiredAsleep.2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; São causas tanto &lt;strong&gt;físicas&lt;/strong&gt; como &lt;strong&gt;emocionais&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/GatoFim.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/200/GatoFim.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cansado, fatigado, moído... há dias em que te sentes assim. Desprovido de motivação, energia e vontade de te levantares da cama. Só te apetece dormir. E tu? Já te sentiste assim? Já te sentiste a precisar de férias? Conta coisas...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17486749-115516455732275595?l=smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com/feeds/115516455732275595/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17486749&amp;postID=115516455732275595' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486749/posts/default/115516455732275595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486749/posts/default/115516455732275595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com/2006/08/tired.html' title='Tired?'/><author><name>The Smoking Man</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6sS_QU-IcbA/S6V-Fb7QC5I/AAAAAAAAAKA/nClPujioWtQ/S220/SmokeManSmall.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17486749.post-115508005911851602</id><published>2006-08-09T00:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T00:53:01.856+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Time Travel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/Vortex1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/320/Vortex1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Viagem no Tempo&lt;/strong&gt; refere-se ao conceito de se mover para trás e para frente através de pontos diferentes no tempo, de um modo similar à mobilidade pelo espaço. Algumas interpretações de viagem no tempo sugerem a possibilidade de viajar através de realidades paralelas. A possibilidade real de uma viagem no tempo é, hoje em dia, practicamente nula, devido ao facto de que as partes responsáveis pela descoberta de meios para se efectuar uma viagem temporal (os cientistas malucos - lol) não terem conseguido ainda produzir a tecnologia capaz de a possibilitar. Existem inúmeros livros e filmes produzidos sobre esta temática. Os sonhos da humanidade têm aparecido especialmente na literatura e depois na sétima arte. O conceito é constantemente abordado na &lt;em&gt;ficção científica&lt;/em&gt;, sendo que o mais famoso (e primeiro) autor de obras sobre o tema é &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Time_Machine"&gt;H.G. Wells&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/Time.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/320/Time.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; No meio científico o tema da viagem no tempo é de circulação bastante discreta. Supõe-se que, ou os cientistas são ridicularizados por pesquisarem seriamente um assunto que, se diz, seja infértil, ou os avanços na área, se existentes, são tão secretos que ninguém fala a respeito deles. No entanto, o estudo das viagens no tempo e de outras consequências das teorias da &lt;em&gt;Física&lt;/em&gt; é muito interessante porque pode mudar a nossa perspectiva sobre o universo e o seu funcionamento. No entanto não passam disso mesmo. Teorias. Sendo a mais conhecida especialmente por ter sido formulda por quem foi - a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/pinetjax/"&gt;Teoria da Relatividade&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; de &lt;strong&gt;Albert Einstein&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/SandMachine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/320/SandMachine.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Viajemos plo tempo. Onde irias, quem serias e o que farias? Imaginem! E sejam criativos e inovadores se possível. Vá lá não valem as respostas &lt;em&gt;à Miss Universo&lt;/em&gt; do tipo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Acabava com a fome e a guerra e tal..." (sou tão oca)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17486749-115508005911851602?l=smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com/feeds/115508005911851602/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17486749&amp;postID=115508005911851602' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486749/posts/default/115508005911851602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486749/posts/default/115508005911851602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com/2006/08/time-travel.html' title='Time Travel'/><author><name>The Smoking Man</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6sS_QU-IcbA/S6V-Fb7QC5I/AAAAAAAAAKA/nClPujioWtQ/S220/SmokeManSmall.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17486749.post-115499355873275790</id><published>2006-08-08T00:32:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T00:36:56.806+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Army 4 What?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/Exercito.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/400/Exercito.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Então? Mas afinal para que serve isto? Tomam conta das ruas? Não isso é a &lt;em&gt;PSP&lt;/em&gt; e a &lt;em&gt;GNR&lt;/em&gt; que fazem! Com que utilidade temos nós neste país um &lt;strong&gt;Exército&lt;/strong&gt;? Para que serve esta &lt;em&gt;máquina sugadora de recursos monetários&lt;/em&gt; que poderiam muito bem ser empregues noutras áreas com muito mais benefícios? Não temos conflitos nenhuns com ninguém...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/Tanque.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/320/Tanque.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; De que nos serve ter &lt;em&gt;Tanques de Guerra&lt;/em&gt; se não entramos em guerra com ninguém nem temos uso para esta trampa toda sem ser para marchar diante das Nações Unidas e americanices afins? Atirar uns &lt;em&gt;petardos às couves&lt;/em&gt; e tal... para quê? Se nem os incêndios combatem, nem as matas limpam? Para que serve o Exército afinal?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/Fragata.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/320/Fragata.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Para quê &lt;em&gt;Fragatas de Guerra&lt;/em&gt; a gastarem combustível à barda em passeios plos oceanos e mares internacionais. Para dispararem &lt;em&gt;obuses&lt;/em&gt; contra inimigos imaginários que boiam nas águas? Só dinheiro atirado à rua (neste caso à água)! Nem da costa portuguesa tomam conta. Para isso há a &lt;em&gt;Polícia Marítima&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/Avi%3F%3Fo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/320/Avi%3F%3Fo.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; O único ramo bélico em que vejo alguma utilidade é a &lt;em&gt;Força Aérea&lt;/em&gt;. Sempre fazem algo que nenhum outro faz. Tomam conta dos céus e da sua transitabilidade. Algo que ninguém faz além deles. &lt;strong&gt;Em suma:&lt;/strong&gt; Além de todo o gasto em &lt;em&gt;equipamento&lt;/em&gt; há o gasto em &lt;em&gt;pessoal&lt;/em&gt;. Altos ordenados e reformas antecipadas e cheias de regalias, na saúde, etc. É sempre a facturar e utilidade? Zero!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/War.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/200/War.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Posto isto, analisemos a situação tendo como exemplo do inverso a &lt;em&gt;Costa Rica&lt;/em&gt;. Neste país não existe Exército desde que se consagrou a Constituição de 1949. Hoje são o país que mais licenciados tem e produz mundialmente. Acabaram com o &lt;em&gt;Exército&lt;/em&gt; e investiram na &lt;em&gt;Educação&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Que acham deste assunto? Opinai!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17486749-115499355873275790?l=smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com/feeds/115499355873275790/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17486749&amp;postID=115499355873275790' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486749/posts/default/115499355873275790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486749/posts/default/115499355873275790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com/2006/08/army-4-what_08.html' title='Army 4 What?'/><author><name>The Smoking Man</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6sS_QU-IcbA/S6V-Fb7QC5I/AAAAAAAAAKA/nClPujioWtQ/S220/SmokeManSmall.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17486749.post-115490798992360570</id><published>2006-08-07T00:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T00:48:20.216+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Small Vices</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/Cigarette.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/400/Cigarette.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Os pequenos vícios... uns saudáveis, outros nem por isso. Comecemos plo &lt;strong&gt;tabaco&lt;/strong&gt;, ((ou não fosse o nome deste &lt;em&gt;blog&lt;/em&gt; "Smoke Or Be Smoked")... uns dias fumo menos outros mais, mas há determinadas actividades que o pedem sem perdão. Estar à espera, por algum nervosismo (a nicotina acalma), depois de ter sexo, ou...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/Coffee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/400/Coffee.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ... a acompanhar um destes amigos. Um &lt;strong&gt;café&lt;/strong&gt;, muitas vezes "um mal necessário", visto que é das poucas coisas que consegue realmente acordar-me de manhã. Ou plo menos acende-se um dos "leds"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/Computer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/400/Computer.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; O &lt;strong&gt;Computador&lt;/strong&gt;. O responsável por podermos estar aqui a comunicar e partilhar ideias. Além de instrumento de trabalho, é também usado para mil e uma outras coisas. A &lt;em&gt;Net&lt;/em&gt; salta logo à vista. &lt;em&gt;Downloads&lt;/em&gt; e inúmeras actividades adjacentes ao seu uso. &lt;em&gt;Jogos, Messenger, Chats&lt;/em&gt;, etc, etc, etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/Stereo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/400/Stereo.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A &lt;strong&gt;música&lt;/strong&gt;... outros dos meus grandes vícios. Faz parte de mim desde sempre. E deixo alguns outros vícios de fora...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E tu que pequenos vícios tens?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17486749-115490798992360570?l=smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com/feeds/115490798992360570/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17486749&amp;postID=115490798992360570' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486749/posts/default/115490798992360570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486749/posts/default/115490798992360570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com/2006/08/small-vices.html' title='Small Vices'/><author><name>The Smoking Man</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6sS_QU-IcbA/S6V-Fb7QC5I/AAAAAAAAAKA/nClPujioWtQ/S220/SmokeManSmall.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17486749.post-115472991343565660</id><published>2006-08-04T23:16:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T23:45:47.360+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Videos - Muse</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Muse - Muscle Museum&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://youtube.com/v/_BuaMHjQgSw"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/_BuaMHjQgSw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Muse - Plug In Baby&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://youtube.com/v/o_WmoCAD6KY"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/o_WmoCAD6KY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Muse - Time Is Running Out&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://youtube.com/v/0N6ntLJUs1U"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/0N6ntLJUs1U" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Muse - Starlight&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://youtube.com/v/xoV-3c6RRLY"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/xoV-3c6RRLY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta banda é simplesmente divinal... cada vez curto mais este som!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17486749-115472991343565660?l=smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com/feeds/115472991343565660/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17486749&amp;postID=115472991343565660' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486749/posts/default/115472991343565660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486749/posts/default/115472991343565660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com/2006/08/weekend-videos-muse.html' title='Weekend Videos - Muse'/><author><name>The Smoking Man</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6sS_QU-IcbA/S6V-Fb7QC5I/AAAAAAAAAKA/nClPujioWtQ/S220/SmokeManSmall.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17486749.post-115464647561742465</id><published>2006-08-04T00:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T23:22:28.140+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Have You Ever...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Offspring - "Have You Ever"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falling, I'm falling&lt;br /&gt;Falling, I'm Falling&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever walked through a room&lt;br /&gt;But it was more like the room passed around you&lt;br /&gt;Like there was a leash around your neck that pulled you through&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been at someplace&lt;br /&gt;Recognizing everybody's face&lt;br /&gt;Until you realized that there was no one there you knew&lt;br /&gt;Well I know&lt;br /&gt;Some days, my soul's confined and out of mind&lt;br /&gt;Sleep forever&lt;br /&gt;Some days, I'm so outshined and out of time&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever&lt;br /&gt;Falling, I'm falling&lt;br /&gt;Falling, I'm falling&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever buried your face in your hands&lt;br /&gt;Cause no one around you understands &lt;br /&gt;Or has the slightest idea what it is that makes you be&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever felt like there was more&lt;br /&gt;Like someone else was keeping score&lt;br /&gt;And what could make you whole was simply out of reach&lt;br /&gt;Well I know&lt;br /&gt;Someday I'll try again and not pretend&lt;br /&gt;This time forever&lt;br /&gt;Someday I'll get it straight but not today&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever&lt;br /&gt;Falling, I'm falling&lt;br /&gt;Falling, I'm falling&lt;br /&gt;Some days, my soul's confined and out of mind&lt;br /&gt;Sleep forever&lt;br /&gt;Some days, my darkest friend is me again&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever&lt;br /&gt;Someday I'll try again and not pretend&lt;br /&gt;This time forever&lt;br /&gt;Someday I'll get it straight but not today&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever&lt;br /&gt;When the truth walks away&lt;br /&gt;Everybody stays&lt;br /&gt;Cause the truth about the world is that crime does pay&lt;br /&gt;So if you walk away&lt;br /&gt;Who is gonna stay&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'd like to think the world is a better place&lt;br /&gt;When the truth walks away&lt;br /&gt;Everybody stays&lt;br /&gt;Cause the truth about the world is that crime does pay&lt;br /&gt;So if you walk away&lt;br /&gt;Who is gonna stay&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'd like to make the world be a better place&lt;br /&gt;When the truth walks away&lt;br /&gt;Everybody stays&lt;br /&gt;Cause the truth about the world is that crime does pay&lt;br /&gt;So if you walk away&lt;br /&gt;Who is gonna stay&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'd like to think the world is a better place&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to leave the world as a better place&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to think the world&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17486749-115464647561742465?l=smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com/feeds/115464647561742465/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17486749&amp;postID=115464647561742465' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486749/posts/default/115464647561742465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486749/posts/default/115464647561742465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com/2006/08/have-you-ever_04.html' title='Have You Ever...'/><author><name>The Smoking Man</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6sS_QU-IcbA/S6V-Fb7QC5I/AAAAAAAAAKA/nClPujioWtQ/S220/SmokeManSmall.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17486749.post-115456670012745624</id><published>2006-08-03T01:32:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T02:19:41.393+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Lua</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/Lua.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/400/Lua.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A &lt;strong&gt;Lua&lt;/strong&gt; é o único satélite natural da Terra, situando-se a uma distância de cerca de 340.000 km do nosso planeta. Visto da Terra, o satélite apresenta fases e exibe sempre a mesma face, facto que gerou inúmeras especulações a respeito do teórico &lt;em&gt;lado escuro&lt;/em&gt; da Lua, que na verdade fica iluminado quando estamos no período chamado de &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lua nova&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. O seu período de rotação é igual ao período de translação. A Lua não tem atmosfera e apresenta, embora muito escassa, água no estado sólido (em forma de cristais de gelo). Não tendo atmosfera, não há erosão e a superfície da Lua mantém-se intacta sendo apenas ameaçada por meteoritos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/Golfinho.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/400/Golfinho.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A origem da Lua é incerta, mas as similaridades no teor dos elementos encontrados tanto na Lua como na Terra indicam que ambos os corpos podem ter tido uma origem comum. É sabido do efeito deste nosso satélite no nascimento de bébés ao fim de umas tantas &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;luas cheias&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; e há bastantes crenças no que concerne o cortar das unhas e do cabelo. Na fase de &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;quarto minguante&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; fará o corte durar mais tempo e &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;quarto crescente&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; menos. É a principal responsável pelos efeitos de maré que ocorrem na Terra, em seguida vem o Sol, com uma participação menor. O efeito de maré no nosso planeta pode ser classificado como sendo a tendência de os oceanos acompanharem o movimento orbital da Lua, sendo que esse efeito causa um atrito com o fundo dos oceanos, atrasando o movimento de rotação da Terra cerca de 0,002s por século, e, como consequência, a Lua afasta-se do nosso planeta em média 3 cm por ano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/Lobo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/320/Lobo.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;É recorrente a expressão &lt;em&gt;"andas aluado"&lt;/em&gt; e há cães que uivam e histórias de lobisomens associadas a este fenómeno lunar. Que pensam da Lua e dos efeitos que provoca no nosso planeta e nas nossas vidas? E isto é só com uma lua, imaginem Saturno que tem quarenta e seis!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17486749-115456670012745624?l=smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com/feeds/115456670012745624/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17486749&amp;postID=115456670012745624' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486749/posts/default/115456670012745624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486749/posts/default/115456670012745624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com/2006/08/lua.html' title='Lua'/><author><name>The Smoking Man</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6sS_QU-IcbA/S6V-Fb7QC5I/AAAAAAAAAKA/nClPujioWtQ/S220/SmokeManSmall.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17486749.post-115447561814242534</id><published>2006-08-02T00:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T00:52:38.966+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Naughty Nature</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/320/7.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A natureza tem coisas que não necessitam de legendas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/320/2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; São a modos que evidentes... coisas que de tão explícitas que são...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/320/11.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Não merecem nenhuma contestação...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/320/10.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; É inegável... está na natureza sermos &lt;em&gt;marotos&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/320/14.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;E como se não o fôssemos todos os dias - lol - sejamos fieis à natureza. Marotices! :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17486749-115447561814242534?l=smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com/feeds/115447561814242534/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17486749&amp;postID=115447561814242534' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486749/posts/default/115447561814242534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486749/posts/default/115447561814242534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com/2006/08/naughty-nature.html' title='Naughty Nature'/><author><name>The Smoking Man</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6sS_QU-IcbA/S6V-Fb7QC5I/AAAAAAAAAKA/nClPujioWtQ/S220/SmokeManSmall.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17486749.post-115438861862008468</id><published>2006-08-01T00:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T00:42:44.250+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream On</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/Sultan%20Manta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/320/Sultan%20Manta.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pois é meus amigos... descobri a minha verdadeira vocação na vida e razão existencial. Tenho uma missão na terra. Ser Sultão! Acho que realmente nasci para a função...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/Sultan%20Palace.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/400/Sultan%20Palace.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Teria uma &lt;em&gt;palaciozito&lt;/em&gt; algures onde teria tudo de bom quanto é mencionado na conhecida história persa das &lt;em&gt;"Mil e uma noites"&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/Sultan%20Garden%2001.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/400/Sultan%20Garden%2001.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jardins sumptuosos... onde cascatas fazem a água correr por entre caminhos embelezando a paisagem desta minha bela fantasia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/Odaliscas.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/400/Odaliscas.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; E depois, claro está, os sultões têm direito a certos e determinados &lt;em&gt;mimos&lt;/em&gt; especiais proporcionados plas inúmeras odaliscas que compõem o harém... ah poi'não!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/Popo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/320/Popo.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ah e também tenho um carrito (como se fosse só um) à porta!  &lt;strong&gt;Bem... acho que já deu para perceberem mais ou menos aquilo que por vezes me faz sonhar acordado. Libertem a vossa imaginação e digam-me &lt;em&gt;quem são&lt;/em&gt; e &lt;em&gt;onde estão&lt;/em&gt;... &lt;em&gt;Dream on&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17486749-115438861862008468?l=smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com/feeds/115438861862008468/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17486749&amp;postID=115438861862008468' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486749/posts/default/115438861862008468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486749/posts/default/115438861862008468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com/2006/08/dream-on.html' title='Dream On'/><author><name>The Smoking Man</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6sS_QU-IcbA/S6V-Fb7QC5I/AAAAAAAAAKA/nClPujioWtQ/S220/SmokeManSmall.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17486749.post-115430115590387751</id><published>2006-07-31T00:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T00:54:31.093+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Advice</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/Advice03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/320/Advice03.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Conselhos. Já ouvimos &lt;em&gt;quilos&lt;/em&gt; deles ao longo da nossa existência. Já demos alguns também. Há neste "dar e receber" alguns bons,  outros nem tanto, mas tenta-se que a geração seguinte aprenda algo com a que termina... mas a missão não é fácil...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Des'ree - You gotta be&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="450" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://youtube.com/v/bF4DkheDSrY"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/bF4DkheDSrY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://stlyrics.com/lyrics/thatssoraven/yougottabe.htm" target="new"&gt;Letra&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não faltam mensagens espalhadas por toda a parte alertando-nos para os perigos disto e daquilo, como devemos fazer (ou fazer melhor) esta ou aquela função. Mas prestaremos nós atenção suficiente? Lemos e interiorizamos mesmo, ou lemos para esquecer passados curtos momentos?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Baz Luhrmann - Sunscreen&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://youtube.com/v/ol2fN0bZCso"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/ol2fN0bZCso" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lyricscrawler.com/song/3953.html" target="new"&gt;Letra&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os vídeos que aqui tive a oportunidade de colocar contêm exemplos daquilo que falo hoje. O primeiro será mais em relação ao modo como encaramos e levamos a vida. O segundo (que tive o prazer de reencontrar), apesar da sofrível tradução &lt;em&gt;abrasileirada&lt;/em&gt; contém verdades tão simples quanto inegáveis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/AdviceFim.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/200/AdviceFim.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Conselhos. Quais levaste/levas mais/menos em conta? Quais já deste? Achas que ainda se aplica o "faz o que eu digo, não faças o que eu faço?". Digam de vossa justiça!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17486749-115430115590387751?l=smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com/feeds/115430115590387751/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17486749&amp;postID=115430115590387751' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486749/posts/default/115430115590387751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486749/posts/default/115430115590387751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com/2006/07/advice_31.html' title='Advice'/><author><name>The Smoking Man</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6sS_QU-IcbA/S6V-Fb7QC5I/AAAAAAAAAKA/nClPujioWtQ/S220/SmokeManSmall.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17486749.post-115421520817232202</id><published>2006-07-30T00:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T00:25:52.026+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ganza Na Areia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/Leaf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/320/Leaf.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A ganza... ou melhor, a folhinha! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/Africa%201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/320/Africa%201.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A praia... com areia... lolololol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/MoonlighStorm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/320/MoonlighStorm.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ... e mais ainda! Tanto local para a perder...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;One Time Child - Ganza Na Areia&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://youtube.com/v/ns0OvpRkPxE"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/ns0OvpRkPxE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ganda malha pah!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahahaha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17486749-115421520817232202?l=smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com/feeds/115421520817232202/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17486749&amp;postID=115421520817232202' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486749/posts/default/115421520817232202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486749/posts/default/115421520817232202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com/2006/07/ganza-na-areia.html' title='Ganza Na Areia'/><author><name>The Smoking Man</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6sS_QU-IcbA/S6V-Fb7QC5I/AAAAAAAAAKA/nClPujioWtQ/S220/SmokeManSmall.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17486749.post-115404272253244388</id><published>2006-07-28T00:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T09:56:02.236+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Chat</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/Bla%20Bla%2001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/320/Bla%20Bla%2001.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hoje não há tema. Ou melhor, não há tema fixo nenhum! Hoje o que se quer é conversa. Apenas. Seja sobre o que fôr...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/Bla%20Bla%2003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/320/Bla%20Bla%2003.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Filosofia, Política, Guerra, Futebol, Economia, Amores, Amigos, Pessoas, Animais, Mundo, Religião, Mulheres, Homens...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/Bla%20Bla%2005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/400/Bla%20Bla%2005.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Vivos, Mortos, Espíritos, Credos, Doença, Saúde, Sociedade, Ricos, Pobres...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/Bla%20Bla%2006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/320/Bla%20Bla%2006.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Férias, Empregos, Famílias, Música, Filmes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/Bla%20Bla%2007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/320/Bla%20Bla%2007.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Eu, Tu, Ele, O Outro e a Outra. Os Outros...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZokLVk4kOCI"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZokLVk4kOCI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Ovelhas e o Pastor, O Onicas e Blablablablablablabla...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/Bla%20Bla%2009.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/320/Bla%20Bla%2009.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17486749-115404272253244388?l=smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com/feeds/115404272253244388/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17486749&amp;postID=115404272253244388' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486749/posts/default/115404272253244388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486749/posts/default/115404272253244388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com/2006/07/chat_28.html' title='Chat'/><author><name>The Smoking Man</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6sS_QU-IcbA/S6V-Fb7QC5I/AAAAAAAAAKA/nClPujioWtQ/S220/SmokeManSmall.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17486749.post-115395543284294871</id><published>2006-07-27T00:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T00:33:40.953+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Self Esteem</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/Scheme.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/400/Scheme.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Em psicologia, &lt;strong&gt;auto estima&lt;/strong&gt; inclui a avaliação subjectiva que uma pessoa faz de si mesma como sendo &lt;em&gt;intrinsecamente&lt;/em&gt; positiva ou negativa em algum grau. A auto-estima envolve tanto crenças auto-significantes (por exemplo, "Eu sou competente/incompetente", e emoções auto-significantes associadas (por exemplo, triunfo/desespero, orgulho/vergonha). Também encontra expressão no comportamento (por exemplo, assertividade/temeridade, confiança/cautela).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/Ways.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/320/Ways.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Em acréscimo, a auto-estima pode ser construída como uma característica permanente de personalidade (traço de auto-estima) ou como uma condição psicológica temporária (estado de auto-estima).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/Crowd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/320/Crowd.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; O nível e a qualidade da auto-estima, embora correlacionados, não são sinónimos. A auto-estima pode ser elevada, mas frágil (por exemplo, &lt;em&gt;narcisismo&lt;/em&gt;) e baixa, porém segura (por exemplo, &lt;em&gt;humildade&lt;/em&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/Group.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/320/Group.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pode definir-se a auto estima, então, como o sentimento de aceitação e apreço por nós mesmos, e que se une ao sentimento de competência e valor pessoal. O conceito que temos de nós próprios não é algo herdado, mas sim aprendido com o que nos rodeia, mediante a valorização que fazemos do nosso comportamento e da assimilação e interiorização da opinião dos demais em relação a nós.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/Crowd02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/320/Crowd02.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A importância da auto estima impulsiona-nos a actuar, a seguir em frente e motiva-nos para perseguir os nossos objectivos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/SelfEsteem.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/320/SelfEsteem.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Quem tem uma auto estima alta respeita-se a si mesmo, reconhecendo a sua própria dignidade e valor. Pelo contrário, quem tem uma auto estima baixa valoriza-se pouco e fica mais abaixo dos demais. A importância de nos conhecermos a nós próprios é fundamental para poder enfrentar as exigências do mundo actual...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/MirrorFim.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/200/MirrorFim.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E essa auto estima? Como está? Que imagem tens de ti próprio? E que imagem &lt;em&gt;projectas&lt;/em&gt; de ti ao mundo? São a mesma? E os outros? Como te definem? Vá escalpelizem-se! &lt;em&gt;Amaze me!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17486749-115395543284294871?l=smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com/feeds/115395543284294871/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17486749&amp;postID=115395543284294871' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486749/posts/default/115395543284294871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486749/posts/default/115395543284294871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com/2006/07/self-esteem_27.html' title='Self Esteem'/><author><name>The Smoking Man</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6sS_QU-IcbA/S6V-Fb7QC5I/AAAAAAAAAKA/nClPujioWtQ/S220/SmokeManSmall.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17486749.post-115387079281563713</id><published>2006-07-26T00:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T01:09:30.633+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspiração</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/Insp01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/320/Insp01.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Inspiração&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em português, do Latim &lt;em&gt;inspiratione&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;s. f., &lt;br /&gt;acto ou efeito de inspirar ou de ser inspirado;&lt;br /&gt;absorção do ar para os pulmões;&lt;br /&gt;sugestão;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;entusiasmo criador&lt;/strong&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;insuflação divina&lt;/strong&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;estro;&lt;br /&gt;influxo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/Insp02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/320/Insp02.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A inspiração na criação artística refere-se a um irracional e inconsciente rasgo de creatividade. Literalmente, a palavra &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;inspirado&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, tem a sua origem tanto no Grego, como no Hebraico soando de igual modo. Nos primeiros ensaios sobre a inspiração (nos trabalhos de &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Homero&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; especialmente), o ritual e a origem divina da inspiração eram importantes e sempre mencionados. Os &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oráculos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; recebiam inspiração dos &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Deuses&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; e, por sua vez, estes inspiravam os mortais. Os pensadores gregos diziam que a inspiração de um poeta ou artista fazia com que entrassem em êxtase ou &lt;em&gt;furor poeticus&lt;/em&gt; (em Latim), o &lt;em&gt;divino frenesim&lt;/em&gt; ou a &lt;em&gt;loucura poética&lt;/em&gt;. O individuo era transportado para além dele próprio e eram-lhe concedidos os pensamentos dos deuses do Olimpo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/Insp03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/320/Insp03.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; O poeta era levado para o mundo da divina verdade e a sua apreensão temporária é o que permite a criação de algo belo e imemorável. A invocação de &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;musas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; e dos vários deuses (&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Apollo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; e &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dionísio&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; especialmente) eram o manancial da inspiração. Providenciavam o &lt;em&gt;bafejar&lt;/em&gt; divino sobre o criador.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/Spiral.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/320/Spiral.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;"Por vezes quero pensar e não consigo&lt;br /&gt;Entro numa roda de mim comigo&lt;br /&gt;Numa espiral descendente&lt;br /&gt;Que sendo recorrente&lt;br /&gt;Já ganhou vício&lt;br /&gt;E junta início&lt;br /&gt;De mim&lt;br /&gt;Ao fim"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Autor Desconhecido&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/Onde.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/200/Onde.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E agora pergunto eu... onde andam os deuses do Olimpo e as musas quando tanto necessitamos deles? E quando não há inspiração?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17486749-115387079281563713?l=smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com/feeds/115387079281563713/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17486749&amp;postID=115387079281563713' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486749/posts/default/115387079281563713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486749/posts/default/115387079281563713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com/2006/07/inspirao.html' title='Inspiração'/><author><name>The Smoking Man</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6sS_QU-IcbA/S6V-Fb7QC5I/AAAAAAAAAKA/nClPujioWtQ/S220/SmokeManSmall.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17486749.post-115378243127909782</id><published>2006-07-25T00:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T00:07:11.310+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tattoo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/Tattoo%2001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/320/Tattoo%2001.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A &lt;strong&gt;tatuagem&lt;/strong&gt; é uma forma muito antiga de arte corporal que tem sido utilizada pela humanidade desde há séculos. A história da tatuagem é muito antiga e parece remontar a tempos muito anteriores ao nascimento de Cristo. A primeira indicação do uso de tatuagens aparece no antigo &lt;strong&gt;Egipto&lt;/strong&gt; onde inscrições gravadas na pedra em &lt;strong&gt;2000 AC&lt;/strong&gt; fazem menção a tal actividade na sociedade de então.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/Tattoo%2002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/320/Tattoo%2002.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A palavra Polinésia &lt;em&gt;tatao&lt;/em&gt;, que quer dizer &lt;em&gt;golpear&lt;/em&gt;, pode ser a origem de tal termo, mas segundo alguns estudiosos da área etimológica, pensa-se estar ligada ao termo Tahitiano &lt;em&gt;tatu&lt;/em&gt;, que quer dizer &lt;em&gt;marcar&lt;/em&gt;. No entanto não há certezas absolutas quanto à sua origem e a dúvida subsiste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/Tattoo%2003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/320/Tattoo%2003.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Por inúmeras e diferentes razões, as civilizações do passado e muitas do presente têm colorido os seus corpos. Em algumas religiões ou grupos, a tatuagem é uma parte integrante e cada indivíduo pertencente terá que possuir uma marca no corpo que o simbolize e assinale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/Tattoo%2004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/320/Tattoo%2004.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A primeira máquina eléctrica de tatuar foi inventada por um artista de tatuagem americano chamado &lt;strong&gt;Samuel O'Reilly&lt;/strong&gt; em &lt;strong&gt;1890&lt;/strong&gt;, que deu vida a uma nova era na tatuagem e no modo de o fazer. Alargando o tipo de desenhos possíveis e dando acesso à tatuagem em diferentes partes do corpo, esta... expandiu-se!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/Tattoo%2005.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/320/Tattoo%2005.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A tatuagem aquando do seu aparecimento no mundo ocidental foi de início considerada como algo apenas adequado a marinheiros, criminosos ou drogados. Hoje em dia a popularidade da tatuagem é uma realidade e esta é agora mais um símbolo da moda ou do gosto de cada um. &lt;strong&gt;E tu tens alguma? Pensas fazer? Qual? Diz-me o que pensas sobre isto...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17486749-115378243127909782?l=smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com/feeds/115378243127909782/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17486749&amp;postID=115378243127909782' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486749/posts/default/115378243127909782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486749/posts/default/115378243127909782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com/2006/07/tattoo_25.html' title='Tattoo'/><author><name>The Smoking Man</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6sS_QU-IcbA/S6V-Fb7QC5I/AAAAAAAAAKA/nClPujioWtQ/S220/SmokeManSmall.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17486749.post-115370211450321105</id><published>2006-07-24T01:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T02:08:42.426+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Jantarada</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/Aqui.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/320/Aqui.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Foi aqui neste local...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/Cromos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/320/Cromos.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ... que estas seis alminhas se juntaram ao vosso anfitrião...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/HPIM1321.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/320/HPIM1321.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Houve copos e alegria...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/HPIM1322.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/320/HPIM1322.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ... beldades ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/Molhada.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/320/Molhada.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Para primeira jantarada acho que correu bem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-f6.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="site=widget-f6.slide.com.com&amp;channel=7393782&amp;cy=bl" width="400" height="350" name="flashticker" align="middle" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A já habitual panorâmica geral...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/KO.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/320/KO.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E no final foi o KO... lol!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17486749-115370211450321105?l=smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com/feeds/115370211450321105/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17486749&amp;postID=115370211450321105' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486749/posts/default/115370211450321105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486749/posts/default/115370211450321105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com/2006/07/jantarada.html' title='Jantarada'/><author><name>The Smoking Man</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6sS_QU-IcbA/S6V-Fb7QC5I/AAAAAAAAAKA/nClPujioWtQ/S220/SmokeManSmall.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17486749.post-115343931347374455</id><published>2006-07-21T00:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T01:07:54.133+01:00</updated><title type='text'>SweetArt</title><content type='html'>Achei estas fotos e o trabalho imaginativo que deram um verdadeiro "mimo"! Como tal decidi &lt;em&gt;adoçar-vos o dente&lt;/em&gt; que de amarguras está a vida repleta!&lt;br /&gt;Penso que será um belo exercício visual e gastronómico... por isso não se façam de rogados e atirem-se às guloseimas que por aí abaixo estão colocadas... ok coloquei aí também um cafézinho para desenjoar de tanto doce seguido! Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/Food%20Art%20%2815%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/320/Food%20Art%20%2815%29.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; O belo do folhadinho...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/Food%20Art%20%2812%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/320/Food%20Art%20%2812%29.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Natas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/Food%20Art%20%2814%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/320/Food%20Art%20%2814%29.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Leite creme queimado...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/Food%20Art%20%287%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/320/Food%20Art%20%287%29.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A bela da bica...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/Food%20Art%20%286%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/320/Food%20Art%20%286%29.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Palitinhos de chocolate recheados...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/Food%20Art%20%284%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/320/Food%20Art%20%284%29.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Um belo geladinho...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/Food%20Art%20%283%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/320/Food%20Art%20%283%29.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Chocolate em barra...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/Food%20Art%20%281%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/320/Food%20Art%20%281%29.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pudinzinhos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Este tema não é &lt;em&gt;light&lt;/em&gt;! Doces e bolos... quais gostas mais? A quais não consegues resistir? Quais não comes nem por nada? &lt;em&gt;Sweets for my sweet&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17486749-115343931347374455?l=smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com/feeds/115343931347374455/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17486749&amp;postID=115343931347374455' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486749/posts/default/115343931347374455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486749/posts/default/115343931347374455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com/2006/07/sweetart.html' title='SweetArt'/><author><name>The Smoking Man</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6sS_QU-IcbA/S6V-Fb7QC5I/AAAAAAAAAKA/nClPujioWtQ/S220/SmokeManSmall.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17486749.post-115335048772630847</id><published>2006-07-20T00:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T00:19:08.386+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Shitlist (Faz A Tua)</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/Shitlist.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/320/Shitlist.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;L7 - Shitlist&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I get mad&lt;br /&gt;And I get pissed&lt;br /&gt;I grab my pen&lt;br /&gt;And I write out a list&lt;br /&gt;Of all the people&lt;br /&gt;That wont be missed&lt;br /&gt;You've made my shitlist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/Shitlist%2001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/400/Shitlist%2001.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; For all the ones&lt;br /&gt;Who bum me out&lt;br /&gt;Shitlist&lt;br /&gt;For all the ones&lt;br /&gt;Who fill my head with doubt&lt;br /&gt;Shitlist&lt;br /&gt;For all the squares who get me pissed&lt;br /&gt;Shitlist&lt;br /&gt;You've made my shitlist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/Shitlist%2003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/320/Shitlist%2003.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Shitlist&lt;br /&gt;Shitlist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/Shitlist%20Text.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/400/Shitlist%20Text.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When I get mad&lt;br /&gt;And I get pissed&lt;br /&gt;Shitlist&lt;br /&gt;I grab my pen&lt;br /&gt;And write out a list&lt;br /&gt;Shitlist&lt;br /&gt;Of all you assholes&lt;br /&gt;Who wont be missed&lt;br /&gt;Shitlist&lt;br /&gt;You've made my shitlist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/Shitlist%2002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/320/Shitlist%2002.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Shitlist&lt;br /&gt;Shitlist&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/1600/Love.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4831/1691/320/Love.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Dia de espumar!!! Hahahahaha! Vá façam lá a vossa &lt;em&gt;shitlist&lt;/em&gt; e despejem lá a vossa vontade de fazer desaparecer pessoas que vocês &lt;em&gt;não curtam&lt;/em&gt;. Os &lt;em&gt;requintes&lt;/em&gt; da despedida ficam por vossa conta...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17486749-115335048772630847?l=smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com/feeds/115335048772630847/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17486749&amp;postID=115335048772630847' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486749/posts/default/115335048772630847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17486749/posts/default/115335048772630847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smokeorbesmoked.blogspot.com/2006/07/shitlist-faz-tua.html' title='Shitlist (Faz A Tua)'/><author><name>The Smoking Man</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6sS_QU-IcbA/S6V-Fb7QC5I/AAAAAAAAAKA/nClPujioWtQ/S220/SmokeManSmall.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
