<?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-11906160</id><updated>2011-10-20T19:18:52.369+01:00</updated><title type='text'>GNG</title><subtitle type='html'>&lt;center&gt;O MUNDO visto com outros olhos, com os meus olhos!!! Para vocês verem aquilo que um gaijo sofre...
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/* qualquer semelhança com a vida real é pura coincidência!!! */&lt;/center&gt;</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gbsdias.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11906160/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gbsdias.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11906160/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>GNG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10980820661935925279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1nEPCCn6FU/SZL0AMS37pI/AAAAAAAAAHs/mkXUpYXI0j4/S220/foto-cv.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>105</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11906160.post-1877622270307938871</id><published>2010-12-14T15:49:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-12-14T15:50:39.638Z</updated><title type='text'>Mail enviado dia 14Dez2010 ao apoio do cliente yorn</title><content type='html'>Boa tarde,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No passado domingo dia 12, por volta das 23h decidi  telefonar para o número de apoio técnico 1218 e escolhi a opção de falar  com o operador.&lt;br /&gt;Ainda antes dos dois minutos foi-me sugerida a opção  de premir a tecla 0 para ser contactado posteriormente, mas decidi  esperar mais um bocado. A minha decisão veio a revelar-se um erro, pois  se antes de dois minutos de espera me deram essa opção, deviam voltar a  tê-lo feito nos 13 minutos subsequentes, ou pelo menos sugiro mudar a  música pois a mesma torna-se irritante...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;À parte dos problemas de comunicação que surgiram com o operador  designado, a coisa lá se veio a orientar mas ao que parece descobri um  bug novo numa aplicação (quem sabe o venha a apadrinhar!!!) ao que o  mesmo seria reportado e teria que aguardar uma resposta em 24h.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que não ficou explicito, ou se calhar fui eu que entendi mal, é  quando é que iria começar a contagem das 24h, será que me podem ajudar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cumprimentos,&lt;br /&gt;G.  Dias&lt;br /&gt;91XXXXXXX&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11906160-1877622270307938871?l=gbsdias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gbsdias.blogspot.com/feeds/1877622270307938871/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11906160&amp;postID=1877622270307938871' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11906160/posts/default/1877622270307938871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11906160/posts/default/1877622270307938871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gbsdias.blogspot.com/2010/12/mail-enviado-dia-14dez2010-ao-apoio-do.html' title='Mail enviado dia 14Dez2010 ao apoio do cliente yorn'/><author><name>GNG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10980820661935925279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1nEPCCn6FU/SZL0AMS37pI/AAAAAAAAAHs/mkXUpYXI0j4/S220/foto-cv.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11906160.post-6477745072156219635</id><published>2010-09-29T10:44:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T11:00:58.681+01:00</updated><title type='text'>CHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEFE PRECISO DE FÉRIAS!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1nEPCCn6FU/TKMKn5F9fUI/AAAAAAAAAQA/2TVzxgeh-dU/s1600/preciso-de-ferias.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1nEPCCn6FU/TKMKn5F9fUI/AAAAAAAAAQA/2TVzxgeh-dU/s400/preciso-de-ferias.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522269248543358274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ontem antes de adormecer, por volta da 00h, decidi ligar o despertador para as 06h20 para conseguir tomar banho e desfazer a barba antes de ir para o ginásio...&lt;br /&gt;Após umas horas de sono, e acordando com a sensação que já tinha desligado o despertador antes, decido olhar para o relógio e vejo 06h40, MERDA!!! Levantei-me de rompante, fui verificar se os cromos tinham deixado o esquentador ligado (é normal) e reparei que o dia demorava a amanhecer, mas sempre tudo com muita pressa... Foi um duche rápido (os lentos são piores ainda) e desfazer a barba sem me tentar cortar muito =) Despachado da casa de banho estava a começar a vestir-me e decidi consultar o relógio uma vez que o planeado era estar a entrar no ginásio às 07h00. Acho que tive um ataque quando olhei para o relógio, aquilo só marcava 04h10!!! Confesso que ainda fiquei uns segundos a processar e decidi ir à cozinha verificar. As horas estavam certas e assim já fazia sentido a noite que se fazia ver na rua...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olha, voltei-me a deitar com o despertador para as 06h30 e ganhei mais duas horas de sono já com o banho tomado...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11906160-6477745072156219635?l=gbsdias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gbsdias.blogspot.com/feeds/6477745072156219635/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11906160&amp;postID=6477745072156219635' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11906160/posts/default/6477745072156219635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11906160/posts/default/6477745072156219635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gbsdias.blogspot.com/2010/09/cheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeefe-preciso-de.html' title='CHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEFE PRECISO DE FÉRIAS!!!'/><author><name>GNG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10980820661935925279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1nEPCCn6FU/SZL0AMS37pI/AAAAAAAAAHs/mkXUpYXI0j4/S220/foto-cv.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1nEPCCn6FU/TKMKn5F9fUI/AAAAAAAAAQA/2TVzxgeh-dU/s72-c/preciso-de-ferias.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11906160.post-4078252185083492291</id><published>2010-09-11T22:12:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T22:14:49.641+01:00</updated><title type='text'>a picture is worth a thousand words...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=7076164&amp;fbid=483615010728&amp;id=304603755728"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1nEPCCn6FU/TIvwyz0KQsI/AAAAAAAAAPs/ryIOxYaIuus/s400/47214_483615010728_304603755728_7076164_3888931_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515766924338414274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;FDNY - Sept. 11, 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11906160-4078252185083492291?l=gbsdias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gbsdias.blogspot.com/feeds/4078252185083492291/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11906160&amp;postID=4078252185083492291' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11906160/posts/default/4078252185083492291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11906160/posts/default/4078252185083492291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gbsdias.blogspot.com/2010/09/picture-is-worth-thousand-words.html' title='a picture is worth a thousand words...'/><author><name>GNG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10980820661935925279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1nEPCCn6FU/SZL0AMS37pI/AAAAAAAAAHs/mkXUpYXI0j4/S220/foto-cv.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1nEPCCn6FU/TIvwyz0KQsI/AAAAAAAAAPs/ryIOxYaIuus/s72-c/47214_483615010728_304603755728_7076164_3888931_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11906160.post-2658700553731611965</id><published>2010-09-04T19:00:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T19:02:59.018+01:00</updated><title type='text'>vai ser toda a noite, vem dançar até cansar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/a-MdGLodXUw?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11906160-2658700553731611965?l=gbsdias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gbsdias.blogspot.com/feeds/2658700553731611965/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11906160&amp;postID=2658700553731611965' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11906160/posts/default/2658700553731611965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11906160/posts/default/2658700553731611965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gbsdias.blogspot.com/2010/09/vai-ser-toda-noite-vem-dancar-ate.html' title='vai ser toda a noite, vem dançar até cansar'/><author><name>GNG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10980820661935925279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1nEPCCn6FU/SZL0AMS37pI/AAAAAAAAAHs/mkXUpYXI0j4/S220/foto-cv.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11906160.post-4877850641320666508</id><published>2010-08-10T14:31:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T15:09:48.719+01:00</updated><title type='text'>"Vida Por Vida"...</title><content type='html'>Sempre fui muito crítico no que ao "vida por vida" diz respeito... É bonito ser herói, ver o valor reconhecido e tudo mais, mas há limites... Se quisermos continuar a ajudar pessoas temos que entrar e sair inteiros e nada de sacrifícios, já basta quando os acidentes acontecem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há risco naquilo que fazemos? É claro que sim, mas já temos noções do que podemos enfrentar e cabe-nos minimizar o perigo que possa surgir...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posto isto tentei ir procurar pela net fora lemas de bombeiros ou companhias e descobrir que não há nada quase comum. Encontrei sim uns lemas soltos, isto por companhias nos EUA que passo a citar:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;"When in Doubt..Call us out";&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Light em'..We fight em";&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"WE STILL MAKE HOUSE CALLS";&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Put the wet stuff on the red stuff";&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"We find 'em hot &amp;amp; leave 'em wet";&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Pride of the Southside";&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"If they sent us to hell, we'd put it out!!";&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Give us a call if your having a hot time";&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Same day service";&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Fire Prevention is our Intention";&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"NOTHING BURNS IN BEDROCK";&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Never fear, Balhannah's here";&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"FIRST IN  LAST OUT";&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Masters of disasters";&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"We Run In When You Are Running Out":&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"When They Walk Through The Gates Of Hell.... We'll Be Waiting With A  Hoseline";&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"We Fight What You Fear";&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Last to quit, first to buy the beer";&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"The Desire to Serve, The Courage to Act, The Ability to Perform";&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Paid or Volunteer-We all bleed the same";&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"We go to hell so you don't have to!";&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Thermal Imbalance Suppression Force";&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Calming Fears, Easing Minds, Saving Lives";&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Some Like it Hot";&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"No Job Too Tough";&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Fire Department From HELL;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Ok, Who'd we forget this time";&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Anytime,Anyplace!";&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"The Beast Of The East";&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"We doze, but never close";&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Do your part, don't let fires start";&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Keepin' it Rural";&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Got Water?";&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Um pouco ou tanto diferentes... Cómicos, alguns com contexto específico mas que se tornam lemas de vida...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Anda cá que eu não t'aleijo!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/11906160-4877850641320666508?l=gbsdias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gbsdias.blogspot.com/feeds/4877850641320666508/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11906160&amp;postID=4877850641320666508' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11906160/posts/default/4877850641320666508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11906160/posts/default/4877850641320666508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gbsdias.blogspot.com/2010/08/vida-por-vida.html' title='&quot;Vida Por Vida&quot;...'/><author><name>GNG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10980820661935925279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1nEPCCn6FU/SZL0AMS37pI/AAAAAAAAAHs/mkXUpYXI0j4/S220/foto-cv.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11906160.post-7698448239268453552</id><published>2010-07-19T21:56:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T14:30:32.949+01:00</updated><title type='text'>All the crazy shit I did tonight</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NUVCQXMUVnI&amp;amp" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the crazy shit I did tonight&lt;br /&gt;Those are the best memories.&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna let it go for the night&lt;br /&gt;That would be the best therapy for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the crazy shit I did tonight&lt;br /&gt;Those are the best memories.&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna let it go for the night&lt;br /&gt;That would be the best therapy for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, hey, yeah, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Hey, hey, yeah, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Hey, hey, yeah, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Hey, hey, yeah, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the crazy shit I did tonight&lt;br /&gt;Those are the best memories.&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna let it go for the night&lt;br /&gt;That would be the best therapy for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the crazy shit I did tonight&lt;br /&gt;Those are the best memories.&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna let it go for the night&lt;br /&gt;That would be the best therapy for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, hey, yeah, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Hey, hey, yeah, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Hey, hey, yeah, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Hey, hey, yeah, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's gettin' late but I don't mind.&lt;br /&gt;It's gettin' late but I don't mind.&lt;br /&gt;It's gettin' late but I don't mind.&lt;br /&gt;It's gettin' late but I don't mind.&lt;br /&gt;It's gettin' late but I don't mind.&lt;br /&gt;It's gettin' late but I don't mind.&lt;br /&gt;It's gettin' late but I don't mind.&lt;br /&gt;It's gettin' late but I don't mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, hey, yeah, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Hey, hey, yeah, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Hey, hey, yeah, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Hey, hey, yeah, yeah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11906160-7698448239268453552?l=gbsdias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gbsdias.blogspot.com/feeds/7698448239268453552/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11906160&amp;postID=7698448239268453552' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11906160/posts/default/7698448239268453552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11906160/posts/default/7698448239268453552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gbsdias.blogspot.com/2010/07/all-crazy-shit-i-did-tonight.html' title='All the crazy shit I did tonight'/><author><name>GNG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10980820661935925279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1nEPCCn6FU/SZL0AMS37pI/AAAAAAAAAHs/mkXUpYXI0j4/S220/foto-cv.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11906160.post-2923653739425026682</id><published>2010-06-16T22:34:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T22:37:12.920+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Eles são duas crianças...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1nEPCCn6FU/TBlDoBVpdDI/AAAAAAAAAO4/PjDixT6Gx7U/s1600/IMGP0068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1nEPCCn6FU/TBlDoBVpdDI/AAAAAAAAAO4/PjDixT6Gx7U/s400/IMGP0068.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483488376133350450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... a viver esperanças, a saber sorrir =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aguarda-se outra oportunidade para espalhar magia ;-)&lt;div 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Nada de condução, estacionamento, atentado ao pudor mas sim uma lista de pecados que as meninas já cometeram... eu passo a explicar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As multas que circulam nos estados do Facebook ( Ex: Multa XXX Euros) representam o somatório dos “pecados ” que essa rapariga já cometeu. De acordo com uma lista que atribui a 38 possíveis pecados, um determinado valor a pagar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;1. Tomaste droga: 10€&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;2. Tomaste a pílula do dia seguinte: 5€&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;3. Sexo numa igreja: 25€&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;4. Acordar e não saber quem é o homem ao nosso lado: 40€&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;5. Sexo com uma amigo do Facebook: 25€&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;6. Pagaram para fazer sexo contigo: 100€&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;7. Pagaste para teres sexo: 25€&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;8. Bateste em alguém: 20€&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;9. Dormiste com um estrangeiro: 20€&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;10. Estiveste apaixonada por um gigolo: 20€&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;11. Beijaste um estranho: 10€&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;12. Conduziste embriagada: 20€&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;13. Estavas bêbada e foste trabalhar: 50€&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;14. Sexo na piscina/mar/rio/barragem: 20€&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;15. Beijaste uma mulher: 40€&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;16. Sexo com outra mulher: 60€&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;17. Traíste o teu namorado/marido: 20€&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;18. Traíste-o com o melhor amigo dele: 40€&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;19. Masturbação: 10€&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;20. Sexo Oral para ele: 10€&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;21. Sexo Oral para ti: 10€&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;22. Sexo Oral enquanto ele conduzia: 20€&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;23. Roubaste: 10€&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;24. Roubaste algo no valor de mais de 100€: 20€&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;25. Filme Pornográfico/Fotos Pornográficas tuas: 15€&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;26. Sexo com alguém que já esteve na prisão: 25€&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;27. Gangbang: 50€&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;28. Sexo Anal: 20€&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;29. Sexo em lugares públicos: 20€&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;30. Sexo com alguém 10 anos mais novo: 25€&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;31. Sexo com alguém 20 anos mais velho: 20€&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;32. Estiveste apaixonada por dois homens ao mesmo tempo: 50€&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;33. Disseste “Amo-te” sem o sentir: 25€&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;34. Sexo com o teu melhor amigo: 25€&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;35. Sexo com o teu chefe: 25€&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;36. Fingiste um Orgasmo: 15€&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;37. Outras pessoas tiveram sexo num quarto, no qual tu também estavas: 25€&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;38. Sexo num quarto onde havia pessoas a dormir: 25€&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora já sabes, se uma amiga tua for multada em 600 ou 700 EUR… não há dúvida, A GAJA É UMA LOUCA! Cuidado com ela…lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11906160-8509175844690262318?l=gbsdias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gbsdias.blogspot.com/feeds/8509175844690262318/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11906160&amp;postID=8509175844690262318' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11906160/posts/default/8509175844690262318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11906160/posts/default/8509175844690262318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gbsdias.blogspot.com/2010/06/as-multas-das-mulheres-no-facebook.html' title='As multas das mulheres no facebook =)'/><author><name>GNG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10980820661935925279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1nEPCCn6FU/SZL0AMS37pI/AAAAAAAAAHs/mkXUpYXI0j4/S220/foto-cv.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11906160.post-7670442621390965300</id><published>2010-05-28T10:53:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T10:56:07.461+01:00</updated><title type='text'>EU VOU... Festa M80 em S. Pedro de Moel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1nEPCCn6FU/S_-Swor7OqI/AAAAAAAAAOw/QDnddqqAJLs/s1600/topo_festaM80.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476257036158843554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 189px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1nEPCCn6FU/S_-Swor7OqI/AAAAAAAAAOw/QDnddqqAJLs/s400/topo_festaM80.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finalmente uma festa no centro do país... depois de Matosinhos e Lisboa a animação chegou à zona centro, e eu vou lá estar =) Apareçam que eu bebo!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://m80.clix.pt/destaques/destaque.aspx?id=3117"&gt;http://m80.clix.pt/destaques/destaque.aspx?id=3117&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11906160-7670442621390965300?l=gbsdias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gbsdias.blogspot.com/feeds/7670442621390965300/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11906160&amp;postID=7670442621390965300' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11906160/posts/default/7670442621390965300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11906160/posts/default/7670442621390965300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gbsdias.blogspot.com/2010/05/eu-vou-festa-m80-em-s-pedro-de-moel.html' title='EU VOU... 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O que devo fazer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;R: A minha 1ª vez também foi com um namorado fixo. Amarrei-o na cama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;2 - O que fazer para surpreender meu marido que é meio tímido?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;R: Apareça com um amante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;3 - Tenho um amigo que quer fazer sexo comigo, mas ele tem um pénis de 20cm. Acho que vai ser doloroso, o que faço?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;R: Mande pra cá que eu testo por si.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;4 - Como faço para seduzir o rapaz que eu amo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;R: Tire a roupa! Se ele não a agarrar, esqueça que é gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;5 - Terminei com meu ex porque ele é muito abutre e agora estou com outro. Mas ainda gosto do meu ex e às vezes ainda estou com ele! O que devo fazer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;R: Quem é mesmo abutre nesta história?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;6 - Quero saber como enlouquecer meu namorado só nos preliminares.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;R: Diga baixinho no ouvido dele: " o período está atrasado.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;7 - Sou feia, pobre e chata. O que devo fazer para alguém gostar de mim?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;R: Ficar bonita, rica e ser divertida, obviamente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;8 - O rapaz com quem tenho saído é muito divertido, mas está a dar sinais de ser alcoólico. O que faço?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;R: Não o deixe conduzir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;9 - Porque é que, na hora do sexo, quando estamos no vai e vem, na hora em que o corpo entra em atrito e faz aquele barulho de quem está a bater palmas, nós ficamos mais excitados?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;R: É porque parece que tem uma claque, percebe? Da próxima vez grite pra malta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;10 - Apesar do meu tamanho, tenho apenas 15 anos, não tenho uma cara propriamente linda. O que devo fazer para conseguir comer umas gatas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;R. Nesta idade você tem de comer Chocapic, entende?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;11 - Sou virgem e aconteceu, pela primeira vez fazer sexo oral. Acabei por engolir o esperma e quero saber se corro o risco de ficar grávida. Estou desesperada!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;R: Claro que corre o risco de ficar grávida. E a criança vai sair pelo seu ouvido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;12 - A primeira vez dói? Tenho 21 anos e ainda sou virgem porque tenho medo que doa e não aguentar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;R: Dói tanto que você vai ficar em coma e NUNCA mais se vai levantar. Veja se deixa de ser fresca, e dê de uma vez, ó Cinderela!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;13- Posso tomar anticoncepcional com diarréia?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;R: Eu tomo com água, mas a opção é sua. Espero que use um copo descartável!&lt;br /&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/11906160-7595645860390967821?l=gbsdias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gbsdias.blogspot.com/feeds/7595645860390967821/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11906160&amp;postID=7595645860390967821' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11906160/posts/default/7595645860390967821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11906160/posts/default/7595645860390967821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gbsdias.blogspot.com/2010/05/dicas-de-uma-sexologa-sarcastica.html' title='Dicas de uma sexóloga sarcástica, radical e stressada, respondendo às perguntas dos ouvintes...'/><author><name>GNG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10980820661935925279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1nEPCCn6FU/SZL0AMS37pI/AAAAAAAAAHs/mkXUpYXI0j4/S220/foto-cv.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1nEPCCn6FU/S-gIWljQEpI/AAAAAAAAAOI/vYFMJ8umd2k/s72-c/!cid_image002_jpg%4001CA86ED%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11906160.post-3127807967901573302</id><published>2010-05-07T08:14:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T08:17:49.546+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Its times like these...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1nEPCCn6FU/S-O-BTbegXI/AAAAAAAAAN4/HKHlFqUjxL0/s1600/PAC4-7E_05.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 365px; height: 274px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1nEPCCn6FU/S-O-BTbegXI/AAAAAAAAAN4/HKHlFqUjxL0/s400/PAC4-7E_05.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468423302162579826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ora depois de mais uma mudança, é nesta divisão que me encontro agora, mas num dos sofás que posteriormente aqui foi colocado =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta é a nossa sala, ampla, agradável, com muita luz...começa a tornar-se casa!!!&lt;br /&gt;Mais tarde tiro uma foto do quarto, mas vai ser difícil conseguir apanha-lo todo só com uma foto...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora tenho que ir tomar banho para ir trabalhar!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11906160-3127807967901573302?l=gbsdias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gbsdias.blogspot.com/feeds/3127807967901573302/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11906160&amp;postID=3127807967901573302' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11906160/posts/default/3127807967901573302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11906160/posts/default/3127807967901573302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gbsdias.blogspot.com/2010/05/its-times-like-these.html' title='Its times like these...'/><author><name>GNG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10980820661935925279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1nEPCCn6FU/SZL0AMS37pI/AAAAAAAAAHs/mkXUpYXI0j4/S220/foto-cv.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1nEPCCn6FU/S-O-BTbegXI/AAAAAAAAAN4/HKHlFqUjxL0/s72-c/PAC4-7E_05.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11906160.post-2772894012975878902</id><published>2010-05-03T08:57:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T08:58:38.852+01:00</updated><title type='text'>RESERBADO =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1nEPCCn6FU/S96B_0Zt6-I/AAAAAAAAANw/UFC_8t1DcYQ/s1600/reservado+drag%C3%A3o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 277px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1nEPCCn6FU/S96B_0Zt6-I/AAAAAAAAANw/UFC_8t1DcYQ/s400/reservado+drag%C3%A3o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466949931072613346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;créditos na imagem ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11906160-2772894012975878902?l=gbsdias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gbsdias.blogspot.com/feeds/2772894012975878902/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11906160&amp;postID=2772894012975878902' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11906160/posts/default/2772894012975878902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11906160/posts/default/2772894012975878902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gbsdias.blogspot.com/2010/05/reserbado.html' title='RESERBADO =)'/><author><name>GNG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10980820661935925279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1nEPCCn6FU/SZL0AMS37pI/AAAAAAAAAHs/mkXUpYXI0j4/S220/foto-cv.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1nEPCCn6FU/S96B_0Zt6-I/AAAAAAAAANw/UFC_8t1DcYQ/s72-c/reservado+drag%C3%A3o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11906160.post-1124181275460080229</id><published>2010-04-24T17:53:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T18:12:38.577+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Alterações p/ 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1nEPCCn6FU/S9MiQoD2wPI/AAAAAAAAANg/zF2MXtbrApQ/s1600/DECIF+2010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 233px; height: 230px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1nEPCCn6FU/S9MiQoD2wPI/AAAAAAAAANg/zF2MXtbrApQ/s400/DECIF+2010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463748441957384434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A D&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;irectiva Operac&lt;/span&gt;ional Nacional (DON) n.º 2 de 2010 veio trazer algumas alterações que merecem ser analisadas por todos os intervenientes em Teatros de Operações (TOs) mas destaco uma alteração muito importante que se foca nos pontos de situação de um incêndio florestal. Segundo a DON as alterações prendem-se com "a alteração das etapas de um incêndio florestal tem como base o comportamento do incêndio e não a decisão aleatória de cada Comandante da Operação de Socorro (COS)". Sendo assim estão definidos os seguintes pontos de situação:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Incêndio em Curso (Activo)&lt;/span&gt; - Incêndio em evolução sem qualquer limitação de área;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Incêndio Dominado (Em Resolução)&lt;/span&gt; - Incêndio que atingiu uma fase em que as chamas já não afectam os combustíveis vizinhos através dos mecanismos de transmissão de calor e a altura das chamas é reduzida não existindo perigo de propagação do incêndio para além do perímetro já atingido;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Incêndio em Rescaldo (Em Conclusão)&lt;/span&gt; - Situação onde os principais focos de incêndio estão apagados, mantendo-se somente, dentro do perímetro pequenos focos de combustão que se eliminam ou se isolam, garantindo-se que o incêndio não reactiva;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Incêndio Extinto (Finalizado)&lt;/span&gt; - Situação onde todos os focos de combustão estão apagados estando garantida a consolidação do perímetro do incêndio e portanto o seu não reacendimento;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Vigilância Activa Pós-Incêndio (Vigilância Activa)&lt;/span&gt; - Depois do COS ter dado o incêndio por extinto, ficam no local, o pessoal e material indispensável para vigiar e actuar em caso de necessidade;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Reactivação&lt;/span&gt; - Aumento de intensidade de uma linha no perímetro de um incêndio, durante as operações e antes de este ser considerado extinto, pelo Comandante de Operação de Socorro;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Reacendimento&lt;/span&gt; - Reactivação de um incêndio após este ter sido considerado extinto pelo COS.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;É de esperar então que os pontos de situação comecem a ser normalizados e a evolução dos mesmos comece a ser descrita de uma forma idêntica em todo o território nacional... Prevê-se agora uma fase de transição para formação e adaptação do mesmo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A DON deve ser consultada para esclarecimentos adicionais no endereço abaixo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.prociv.pt/SiteCollectionDocuments/DON%202_DECIF_web.pdf"&gt;http://www.prociv.pt/SiteCollectionDocuments/DON%202_DECIF_web.pdf&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11906160-1124181275460080229?l=gbsdias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gbsdias.blogspot.com/feeds/1124181275460080229/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11906160&amp;postID=1124181275460080229' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11906160/posts/default/1124181275460080229'/><link rel='self' 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=)</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Listagem dos colectivos mais usuais&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alcateia:  lobos, animais selvagens.&lt;br /&gt;Alfeire: suínos de um ano ou ano e meio.&lt;br /&gt;Armada:  navios de guerra.&lt;br /&gt;Arquipélago: ilhas.&lt;br /&gt;Assembleia: parlamentares,  membros de associações ou companhias.&lt;br /&gt;Bancada: examinadores,  parlamentares.&lt;br /&gt;Banda: músicos.&lt;br /&gt;Bando: aves, malfeitores.&lt;br /&gt;Cabido:  cónegos.&lt;br /&gt;Cacho: uvas, bananas.&lt;br /&gt;Cáfila: camelos.&lt;br /&gt;Cambada:  caranguejos, malandros.&lt;br /&gt;Cancioneiro: canções, poesias líricas.&lt;br /&gt;Caravana:  mercadores, viajantes.&lt;br /&gt;Cardume: peixes.&lt;br /&gt;Carrascal: mata de  carrascos.&lt;br /&gt;Choldra: assassinos, malfeitores.&lt;br /&gt;Chorrilho: tolices,  asneiras.&lt;br /&gt;Chusma: marinheiros, populares, criados.&lt;br /&gt;Companha:  tripulação de barco.&lt;br /&gt;Concílio: bispos.&lt;br /&gt;Conclave: cardeais&lt;br /&gt;Congregação:  religiosos.&lt;br /&gt;Congresso: deputados, senadores, reunião de  especialistas de determinado ramo do saber.&lt;br /&gt;Constelação: estrelas.&lt;br /&gt;Corja:  vadios, ladrões, velhacos.&lt;br /&gt;Coro: cantores, anjos.&lt;br /&gt;Elenco:  actores.&lt;br /&gt;Enxame: abelhas, moscas, vespas.&lt;br /&gt;Esquadra: navios.&lt;br /&gt;Esquadrilha:  aviões.&lt;br /&gt;Exército: soldados.&lt;br /&gt;Falange: soldados, anjos.&lt;br /&gt;Farândola:  vadios.&lt;br /&gt;Fato: cabras.&lt;br /&gt;Feixe: lenha, capim.&lt;br /&gt;Fio: atuns.&lt;br /&gt;Frota:  navios mercantes, de autocarros.&lt;br /&gt;Galeria: retratos, quadros.&lt;br /&gt;Girândola:  foguetes.&lt;br /&gt;Grosa: doze dúzias.&lt;br /&gt;Horda: invasores, bandidos,  aventureiros.&lt;br /&gt;Jolda: sicários, malvados.&lt;br /&gt;Junta: bois, médicos,  examinadores.&lt;br /&gt;Legião: soldados, demónios.&lt;br /&gt;Leva: presos.&lt;br /&gt;Magote:  gente, populares.&lt;br /&gt;Malta: trabalhadores, gente de baixa condição.&lt;br /&gt;Manada:  bois, vacas, cavalos.&lt;br /&gt;Matilha: cães.&lt;br /&gt;Matula: vadios.&lt;br /&gt;Molho:  chaves, verdura.&lt;br /&gt;Multidão: pessoas.&lt;br /&gt;Ninhada: aves num ninho,  filharada.&lt;br /&gt;Nuvem: moscas, mosquitos, gafanhotos.&lt;br /&gt;Olival:  oliveiras.&lt;br /&gt;Olivedo: olival grande.&lt;br /&gt;Pinhal: pinheiros.&lt;br /&gt;Pomar:  arvoredo frutífero.&lt;br /&gt;Quadrilha: ladrões, bandoleiros.&lt;br /&gt;Ramalhete:  flores.&lt;br /&gt;Rancho: crianças, rapazes.&lt;br /&gt;Rebanho: carneiros, ovelhas.&lt;br /&gt;Récua  ou récova: bestas de carga.&lt;br /&gt;Renque: árvores.&lt;br /&gt;Repertório: peças  teatrais&lt;br /&gt;Réstia: alhos e cebolas, atados pelos caules.&lt;br /&gt;Roda:  pessoas.&lt;br /&gt;Romanceiro: poesias narrativas.&lt;br /&gt;Sínodo: párocos.&lt;br /&gt;Sobral:  sobreiros.&lt;br /&gt;Souto: castanheiros.&lt;br /&gt;Súcia: velhacos, desonestos.&lt;br /&gt;Tropa:  soldados, multidão de pessoas.&lt;br /&gt;Vara: porcos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fontes:  Prontuário Ortográfico e guia da língua portuguesa (Magnus Bergström /  Neves Reis) e Dúvidas do Falar Português (Edite Estrela), ambos da  Editorial Notícias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;in http://palavrascruzadas-paulofreixinho.blogspot.com/2007/11/substantivos-colectivos.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11906160-8248286288120087732?l=gbsdias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gbsdias.blogspot.com/feeds/8248286288120087732/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11906160&amp;postID=8248286288120087732' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1nEPCCn6FU/S84fbuJPWuI/AAAAAAAAANY/wJWx4Vorn_E/s1600/Foto0025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1nEPCCn6FU/S84fbuJPWuI/AAAAAAAAANY/wJWx4Vorn_E/s400/Foto0025.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462337959150705378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acho que cada vez mais vai sendo difícil escolher uma foto para ir colocando, não é que seja necessário, mas sempre é menos chato do que ir lendo isto =) Isto não é escrito para ser lido, por vezes é mais a necessidade de expor aquilo que se vai sentindo, muitas das vezes sem ter feedback, só pelo simples facto de por a mente a trabalhar e deitar cá para fora algumas palavras articuladas sobre o que nos importuna...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais importante que isso é voltar meses depois, e puder rever aquilo que já nos passou pela cabeça, e assim observar que por alguns instantes fomos crescendo e mudando a nossa linha de pensamento, inclusive rir-mo-nos com algo que uma vez tivemos a ousadia de publicar ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já ando aqui a engonhar...amanhã é outro dia ;)&lt;br /&gt;Boa noite fofinho =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11906160-665363343496826233?l=gbsdias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gbsdias.blogspot.com/feeds/665363343496826233/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11906160&amp;postID=665363343496826233' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11906160/posts/default/665363343496826233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11906160/posts/default/665363343496826233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gbsdias.blogspot.com/2010/04/one-day-in-your-life.html' title='one day in your life...'/><author><name>GNG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10980820661935925279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1nEPCCn6FU/SZL0AMS37pI/AAAAAAAAAHs/mkXUpYXI0j4/S220/foto-cv.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1nEPCCn6FU/S84fbuJPWuI/AAAAAAAAANY/wJWx4Vorn_E/s72-c/Foto0025.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11906160.post-6987102504530251388</id><published>2010-04-20T17:11:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T17:15:46.569+01:00</updated><title type='text'>SMS da Vodafone</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1nEPCCn6FU/S83SWhQapqI/AAAAAAAAANQ/dn0BGXqMsFo/s1600/vodafone-logo1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462253207396460194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 158px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 118px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1nEPCCn6FU/S83SWhQapqI/AAAAAAAAANQ/dn0BGXqMsFo/s400/vodafone-logo1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; "P/ manteres o teu Yorn Extravaganza a 5Eur vai a uma loja oficial Vodafone com BI + cartão de aluno universitário ate 30Abr (caso contrario passa p 9,9Eur/mes)"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lá estão estes gaijos a chular mais uns trocos... Queria ver se não tinha que trocar de tarifário...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11906160-6987102504530251388?l=gbsdias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gbsdias.blogspot.com/feeds/6987102504530251388/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11906160&amp;postID=6987102504530251388' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11906160/posts/default/6987102504530251388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11906160/posts/default/6987102504530251388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gbsdias.blogspot.com/2010/04/sms-da-vodafone.html' title='SMS da Vodafone'/><author><name>GNG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10980820661935925279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1nEPCCn6FU/SZL0AMS37pI/AAAAAAAAAHs/mkXUpYXI0j4/S220/foto-cv.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1nEPCCn6FU/S83SWhQapqI/AAAAAAAAANQ/dn0BGXqMsFo/s72-c/vodafone-logo1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11906160.post-3587377629126114863</id><published>2010-04-12T23:25:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T23:27:32.688+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Whisper words of wisdom...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1nEPCCn6FU/S8OeDyOCQ3I/AAAAAAAAAMs/MOfK0Bl0-V0/s1600/cart%C3%A3o+siemens.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 313px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1nEPCCn6FU/S8OeDyOCQ3I/AAAAAAAAAMs/MOfK0Bl0-V0/s400/cart%C3%A3o+siemens.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459380961160610674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I find myself in times of trouble&lt;br /&gt;Mother Mary comes to me&lt;br /&gt;Speaking  words of wisdom, let it be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in my hour of darkness&lt;br /&gt;She is  standing right in front of me&lt;br /&gt;Speaking words of wisdom, let it be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let  it be, let it be&lt;br /&gt;Let it be, let it be&lt;br /&gt;Whisper words of wisdom&lt;br /&gt;Let  it be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when the brokenhearted people&lt;br /&gt;Living in the world  agree&lt;br /&gt;There will be an answer, let it be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For though they may  be parted&lt;br /&gt;There is still a chance that they will see&lt;br /&gt;There will be  an answer, let it be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let it be, let it be&lt;br /&gt;Let it be, let it  be&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, there will be an answer let it be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let it be, let it  be&lt;br /&gt;Let it be, let it be&lt;br /&gt;Whisper words of wisdom&lt;br /&gt;Let it be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let  it be, let it be&lt;br /&gt;Let it be, yeah, let it be&lt;br /&gt;Whisper words of  wisdom&lt;br /&gt;Let it be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when the night is cloudy&lt;br /&gt;There is  still a light that shines on me&lt;br /&gt;Shine on until tomorrow, let it be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I  wake up to the sound of music&lt;br /&gt;Mother Mary comes to me&lt;br /&gt;Speaking  words of wisdom, let it be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, let it be, let it be&lt;br /&gt;Let it  be, yeah, let it be&lt;br /&gt;There will be an answer, let it be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let it  be, let it be&lt;br /&gt;Let it be, yeah, let it be&lt;br /&gt;Whisper words of wisdom&lt;br /&gt;Let  it be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Beatles - "Let It Be"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11906160-3587377629126114863?l=gbsdias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gbsdias.blogspot.com/feeds/3587377629126114863/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11906160&amp;postID=3587377629126114863' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11906160/posts/default/3587377629126114863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11906160/posts/default/3587377629126114863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gbsdias.blogspot.com/2010/04/whisper-words-of-wisdom.html' title='Whisper words of wisdom...'/><author><name>GNG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10980820661935925279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1nEPCCn6FU/SZL0AMS37pI/AAAAAAAAAHs/mkXUpYXI0j4/S220/foto-cv.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1nEPCCn6FU/S8OeDyOCQ3I/AAAAAAAAAMs/MOfK0Bl0-V0/s72-c/cart%C3%A3o+siemens.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11906160.post-1422960228960784839</id><published>2010-03-20T15:10:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-03-20T15:11:26.016Z</updated><title type='text'>Capricórnio no sexo =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#483d8b;"&gt;Capricórnio, Homem:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O sexo evoca o melhor que tem para oferecer. É cheio de planos e  esquemas. Prefere uma mulher que sabe o lhe agrada a si, e ele espera  que ela tenha sempre vontade e esteja pronta sempre que ele a quiser.  Tem a vitalidade de um corredor de maratona. Aqui está um homem que  aguenta até que você esteja pronta para gritar! Zona erógena: uma  massagem no início nas costas dada pela parceira que começa nos rins e  suavemente vai subindo pelos lados e na coluna.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11906160-1422960228960784839?l=gbsdias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gbsdias.blogspot.com/feeds/1422960228960784839/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11906160&amp;postID=1422960228960784839' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11906160/posts/default/1422960228960784839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11906160/posts/default/1422960228960784839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gbsdias.blogspot.com/2010/03/capricornio-no-sexo.html' title='Capricórnio no sexo =)'/><author><name>GNG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10980820661935925279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1nEPCCn6FU/SZL0AMS37pI/AAAAAAAAAHs/mkXUpYXI0j4/S220/foto-cv.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11906160.post-8727336289369826407</id><published>2010-02-13T01:09:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-02-13T01:10:32.456Z</updated><title type='text'>Cadê o ARICA chefe???</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="365"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/x87rn8"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/x87rn8" width="480" height="365" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x87rn8_incendio_people"&gt;Incendio&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Enviado por &lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/didinhas"&gt;didinhas&lt;/a&gt;. - &lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/pt/channel/people/featured/1"&gt;Videos de amigos e familiais do mundo inteiro&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;numa altura em que tanto se fala de imagem e segurança... que estes pequenos erros sirvam de lição e que não se facilite!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;fonte: http://bombeirosparasempre.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11906160-8727336289369826407?l=gbsdias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gbsdias.blogspot.com/feeds/8727336289369826407/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11906160&amp;postID=8727336289369826407' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11906160/posts/default/8727336289369826407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11906160/posts/default/8727336289369826407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gbsdias.blogspot.com/2010/02/cade-o-arica-chefe.html' title='Cadê o ARICA chefe???'/><author><name>GNG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10980820661935925279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1nEPCCn6FU/SZL0AMS37pI/AAAAAAAAAHs/mkXUpYXI0j4/S220/foto-cv.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11906160.post-5639363608028242694</id><published>2009-12-09T13:53:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-12-09T14:02:25.938Z</updated><title type='text'>JÁ ESTÁ!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1nEPCCn6FU/Sx-sPal0sPI/AAAAAAAAAKs/r2eCtkLb1rQ/s1600-h/IMG_0696.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1nEPCCn6FU/Sx-sPal0sPI/AAAAAAAAAKs/r2eCtkLb1rQ/s400/IMG_0696.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413234657958605042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para quem ainda não passou por ela é super dificilimo de descrever... quem já viveu algo semelhante, sabe qual é a sensação de entrar numa sala, enfrentar os olhares curiosos de quem ouve isto pela primeira vez e o interesse ameaçador do júri...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na foto tinha um enorme nó no estômago, imediatamente antes de enfrentar as feras =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;formação pessoal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; 1)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;del&gt; acabar a dissertação&lt;/del&gt; [acabada e defendida (03/12/2009)]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lista original &lt;a href="http://gbsdias.blogspot.com/2009/01/37-objectivos-para-366-dias-02012009.html"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11906160-5639363608028242694?l=gbsdias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gbsdias.blogspot.com/feeds/5639363608028242694/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11906160&amp;postID=5639363608028242694' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11906160/posts/default/5639363608028242694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11906160/posts/default/5639363608028242694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gbsdias.blogspot.com/2009/12/ja-esta.html' title='JÁ ESTÁ!!!'/><author><name>GNG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10980820661935925279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1nEPCCn6FU/SZL0AMS37pI/AAAAAAAAAHs/mkXUpYXI0j4/S220/foto-cv.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1nEPCCn6FU/Sx-sPal0sPI/AAAAAAAAAKs/r2eCtkLb1rQ/s72-c/IMG_0696.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11906160.post-3622760042933407329</id><published>2009-11-30T18:55:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-11-30T18:56:34.523Z</updated><title type='text'>a um pequeno passo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1nEPCCn6FU/SxQVRD6dZnI/AAAAAAAAAKg/_TpdeNNJU84/s1600/apresenta%C3%A7%C3%A3o.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1nEPCCn6FU/SxQVRD6dZnI/AAAAAAAAAKg/_TpdeNNJU84/s400/apresenta%C3%A7%C3%A3o.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409972435231270514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dia 03 de Dezembro às 15h30, sala da apresentações do Pavilhão de Electricidade... está tudo convidado... até lá estou em retiro espiritual :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11906160-3622760042933407329?l=gbsdias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gbsdias.blogspot.com/feeds/3622760042933407329/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11906160&amp;postID=3622760042933407329' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11906160/posts/default/3622760042933407329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11906160/posts/default/3622760042933407329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gbsdias.blogspot.com/2009/11/um-pequeno-passo.html' title='a um pequeno passo...'/><author><name>GNG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10980820661935925279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1nEPCCn6FU/SZL0AMS37pI/AAAAAAAAAHs/mkXUpYXI0j4/S220/foto-cv.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1nEPCCn6FU/SxQVRD6dZnI/AAAAAAAAAKg/_TpdeNNJU84/s72-c/apresenta%C3%A7%C3%A3o.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11906160.post-2715906141725480919</id><published>2009-11-16T14:22:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-11-16T14:37:30.015Z</updated><title type='text'>Verificação Rádio...</title><content type='html'>A Erisipela já era e foi-me pedido para actualizar isto...&lt;br /&gt;Se puder rever um bocado daquilo que não me lembro, e conseguir partilhar alguma coisinha melhor ainda...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem comunica via rádio sabe que é bastante frequente as comunicações serem testadas para aferir a qualidade das mesmas e se tal forma de comunicação é viável. Agora também acontece frequentemente, todas as condições de recessão serem altas (fortes) e claras e grande parte das vezes não se percebe a ponta de um corno!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nestes casos o que é interrogada por quem solicita o teste é não só a intensidade do sinal mas também a legibilidade do mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As respostas esperadas devem ser algo do género:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Classificação de intensidade do sinal&lt;/li&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FORTE&lt;/span&gt; - o seu sinal é muito forte&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BOM&lt;/span&gt; - a intensidade do seu sinal é boa&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FRACO&lt;/span&gt; - a intensidade do seu sinal é fraca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MUITO FRACO&lt;/span&gt; - a intensidade do seu sinal é muito fraca&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Classificação da legibilidade do sinal&lt;/li&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CLARO&lt;/span&gt; - qualidade excelente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LEGÍVEL&lt;/span&gt; - a qualidade é satisfatória&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ILEGÍVEL&lt;/span&gt; - a qualidade do seu sinal é tão má que não consigo entender&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DISTORCIDO&lt;/span&gt; - tenho dificuldade em ouvi-lo porque o seu sinal é distorcido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;INTERMITENTE&lt;/span&gt; - tenho dificuldade em ouvi-lo porque o seu sinal é intermitente&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma forma alternativa é classificar a qualidade dos mesmos numa escala de 1 a 5 indicando sempre primeiro a intensidade do sinal e posteriormente a legibilidade do mesmo (1 valor mínimo e 5 valor máximo).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11906160-2715906141725480919?l=gbsdias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gbsdias.blogspot.com/feeds/2715906141725480919/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11906160&amp;postID=2715906141725480919' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11906160/posts/default/2715906141725480919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11906160/posts/default/2715906141725480919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gbsdias.blogspot.com/2009/11/verificacao-radio.html' title='Verificação Rádio...'/><author><name>GNG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10980820661935925279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1nEPCCn6FU/SZL0AMS37pI/AAAAAAAAAHs/mkXUpYXI0j4/S220/foto-cv.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11906160.post-8183962802035412353</id><published>2009-10-10T12:47:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T12:54:59.806+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Erisipela</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ywR-FG6vfmI/Sq9Snrvxx2I/AAAAAAAAENg/C_O1UMmGXmM/s320/erisipela1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 216px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ywR-FG6vfmI/Sq9Snrvxx2I/AAAAAAAAENg/C_O1UMmGXmM/s320/erisipela1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Erisipela&lt;/b&gt; (ou &lt;b&gt;linfangite estreptocócica&lt;/b&gt;) é uma infecção cutânea causada geralmente por bactérias de tipostreptococcus do grupo A e aureus. Cursa usualmente com eritema, edema e dor. Na maioria dos casos também com febre e leucocitose (significando atingimento sistémico). Ao exame objectivo é perceptivel claramente uma linha de demarcação entre a área não atingida vs. a área atingida. Pode ser acompanhada de linfangite e linfadenite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isto é só coisas novas...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11906160-8183962802035412353?l=gbsdias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gbsdias.blogspot.com/feeds/8183962802035412353/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11906160&amp;postID=8183962802035412353' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11906160/posts/default/8183962802035412353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11906160/posts/default/8183962802035412353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gbsdias.blogspot.com/2009/10/erisipela.html' title='Erisipela'/><author><name>GNG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10980820661935925279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1nEPCCn6FU/SZL0AMS37pI/AAAAAAAAAHs/mkXUpYXI0j4/S220/foto-cv.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ywR-FG6vfmI/Sq9Snrvxx2I/AAAAAAAAENg/C_O1UMmGXmM/s72-c/erisipela1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11906160.post-1411121026387415834</id><published>2009-10-07T10:08:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T10:10:39.697+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Doença de Crohn</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A &lt;b&gt;doença de Crohn&lt;/b&gt; é uma &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Doen%C3%A7a_cr%C3%B3nica" title="Doença crónica" class="mw-redirect"&gt;doença crónica&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Inflama%C3%A7%C3%A3o" title="Inflamação"&gt;inflamatória&lt;/a&gt; intestinal, que atinge geralmente o &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/%C3%8Dleo" title="Íleo" class="mw-redirect"&gt;íleo&lt;/a&gt; e o &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/C%C3%B3lon" title="Cólon"&gt;cólon&lt;/a&gt; (mas pode afectar qualquer parte do &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tracto_gastrointestinal" title="Tracto gastrointestinal" class="mw-redirect"&gt;tracto gastrointestinal&lt;/a&gt;). Muitos danos são causados por &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/C%C3%A9lula" title="Célula"&gt;células&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Imunologia" title="Imunologia"&gt;imunológicas&lt;/a&gt; que atacam uma ou mais partes dos &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tecido" title="Tecido"&gt;tecidos&lt;/a&gt; do tubo digestivo, mas não há certeza de etiologia &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Doen%C3%A7a_autoimune" title="Doença autoimune" class="mw-redirect"&gt;autoimune&lt;/a&gt;. Os &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sintoma" title="Sintoma"&gt;sintomas&lt;/a&gt; e tratamentos dependem do doente, mas é comum haver dor abdominal, &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Diarreia" title="Diarreia"&gt;diarreia&lt;/a&gt;, perda de peso e &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Febre" title="Febre"&gt;febre&lt;/a&gt;. Actualmente não há cura para esta doença, no entanto os tratamentos permitem alívio dos sintomas e melhoria de qualidade de vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Doen%C3%A7a_de_Crohn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assim já não são apanhados de surpresa quando alguém vos disser que sofre de doença de Crohn =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11906160-1411121026387415834?l=gbsdias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gbsdias.blogspot.com/feeds/1411121026387415834/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11906160&amp;postID=1411121026387415834' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11906160/posts/default/1411121026387415834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11906160/posts/default/1411121026387415834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gbsdias.blogspot.com/2009/10/doenca-de-crohn.html' title='Doença de Crohn'/><author><name>GNG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10980820661935925279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1nEPCCn6FU/SZL0AMS37pI/AAAAAAAAAHs/mkXUpYXI0j4/S220/foto-cv.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11906160.post-7425993475070305042</id><published>2009-10-05T13:15:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T13:28:28.464+01:00</updated><title type='text'>em Águas de Moura é assim...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;"No nosso C.B. temos 3 grupos de pessoas:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;-- O 1º GRUPO: O Comando. Um grupo de pessoas do "posso e mando", que tiram os dias que querem, não precisam de encontrar qualquer pessoa quando necessitam de ir para algum lado.&lt;br /&gt;Que podem estarem dias afins sem virem ao C.B. mas sempre a ganhar... CLARO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;-- 2º GRUPO: São os “fazem tudo”. Os mascarados da casa, que muitas vezes fazem as coisas acontecer, limpam, fazem, e orientam todo o tipo de coisas, são homens e mulheres para todos os trabalhos. São os “MALMEQUERES”... pouco a pouco, arrancam as suas pétalas, ate acabarem com eles de vez...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;-- 3º GRUPO: Finalmente temos o ultimo grupo. São homens e mulheres que pouco ou nada fazem. Gostam imenso de mandar o 2º grupo, e só começam a fazer qualquer coisa quando alguém do 1º grupo aparece, e começam a correr de um lado para o outro, tipo baratas. Gostam imenso de passar o tempo a criticar o 1º e 2º grupo, por tudo e por nada. Uma maneira de passarem o tempo... O grupo e denominado de "ROSAS", uma flor muita bonita, mas com imensas espinhos!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fonte: Bravos Valentes de Aguas de Moura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;http://bombeirosparasempre.blogspot.com/2009/10/os-tres-grupos-de-um-cb.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11906160-7425993475070305042?l=gbsdias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gbsdias.blogspot.com/feeds/7425993475070305042/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11906160&amp;postID=7425993475070305042' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11906160/posts/default/7425993475070305042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11906160/posts/default/7425993475070305042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gbsdias.blogspot.com/2009/10/em-aguas-de-moura-e-assim.html' title='em Águas de Moura é assim...'/><author><name>GNG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10980820661935925279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1nEPCCn6FU/SZL0AMS37pI/AAAAAAAAAHs/mkXUpYXI0j4/S220/foto-cv.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11906160.post-2681922728911312105</id><published>2009-09-29T14:23:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T14:24:24.338+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Do It...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1mGvz9f2RJA/SoCR_YlW8xI/AAAAAAAAAVw/jjBdStJBkhU/s400/Tipos+de+preservativo+masculino.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 304px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1mGvz9f2RJA/SoCR_YlW8xI/AAAAAAAAAVw/jjBdStJBkhU/s400/Tipos+de+preservativo+masculino.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mas com juízinho =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11906160-2681922728911312105?l=gbsdias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gbsdias.blogspot.com/feeds/2681922728911312105/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11906160&amp;postID=2681922728911312105' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11906160/posts/default/2681922728911312105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11906160/posts/default/2681922728911312105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gbsdias.blogspot.com/2009/09/just-do-it.html' title='Just Do It...'/><author><name>GNG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10980820661935925279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1nEPCCn6FU/SZL0AMS37pI/AAAAAAAAAHs/mkXUpYXI0j4/S220/foto-cv.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1mGvz9f2RJA/SoCR_YlW8xI/AAAAAAAAAVw/jjBdStJBkhU/s72-c/Tipos+de+preservativo+masculino.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11906160.post-7864411641901837342</id><published>2009-09-27T11:58:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T11:59:52.159+01:00</updated><title type='text'>faltou-me um bocadinho assim =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/j8rm56hTDDs&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/j8rm56hTDDs&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi por isto que eu sonhei com uma carreira militar ;) Merece ser visto e revisto..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11906160-7864411641901837342?l=gbsdias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gbsdias.blogspot.com/feeds/7864411641901837342/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11906160&amp;postID=7864411641901837342' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11906160/posts/default/7864411641901837342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11906160/posts/default/7864411641901837342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gbsdias.blogspot.com/2009/09/faltou-me-um-bocadinho-assim.html' title='faltou-me um bocadinho assim =)'/><author><name>GNG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10980820661935925279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1nEPCCn6FU/SZL0AMS37pI/AAAAAAAAAHs/mkXUpYXI0j4/S220/foto-cv.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11906160.post-5778984894270201933</id><published>2009-09-26T12:21:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T12:33:54.559+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Legislativas 2009</title><content type='html'>Deixem-me lá recuar alguns dias para me orientar... Foi algures entre 3ª ou 4ª feira, na última semana de campanha, a dias das eleições que vão mudar o futuro do nosso país (resta saber é se para melhor ou pior...), que fui abordado por alguém que simpaticamente me distribuiu um flyer onde dava a conhecer o partido e algumas guidelines do mesmo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi o primeiro candidato que me foi dado a conhecer, excluindo aqueles que entopem a comunicação social e por aí são esmiuçados... Azar dos azares, é que conheci um candidato num distrito onde não vou votar :-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onde andam os candidatos por Leiria? Quem nos vai representar no parlamento?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu quase que já nasci esclarecido no que a orientação política diz respeito, mas com tanta abstenção que por aí anda, acho que uma campanha de proximidade iria culmatar muitas falhas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amanhã lá vou eu comprar um bolo da festa, umas pevides e lá vou votar... tenho que escolher a melhor fatiota, já que não a uso na missa, ao menos que a leve para cumprir o meu dever civico =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11906160-5778984894270201933?l=gbsdias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gbsdias.blogspot.com/feeds/5778984894270201933/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11906160&amp;postID=5778984894270201933' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11906160/posts/default/5778984894270201933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11906160/posts/default/5778984894270201933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gbsdias.blogspot.com/2009/09/legislativas-2009.html' title='Legislativas 2009'/><author><name>GNG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10980820661935925279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1nEPCCn6FU/SZL0AMS37pI/AAAAAAAAAHs/mkXUpYXI0j4/S220/foto-cv.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11906160.post-2231895850783651405</id><published>2009-09-15T22:23:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T22:27:33.415+01:00</updated><title type='text'>música da bobagem!!!</title><content type='html'>Há coisa de dias, alguma alma caridosa, peço desculpa não saber qual, mas é uma de três =), perguntou-me se sabia o nome da música apontando para o pequeno ecrã de tv aquando era transmitido o famoso "soltem a parede" (ai Dianinha...)... Por não saber a resposta na altura, vim procurar e aqui fica respondido... se alguém aqui passar façam o favor de transmitir o nome da música aos vossos amigos, pode ser que chegue a quem de direito...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gunther and The Sunshine Girls Tutti Frutti Summer Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/S-msE33erCs&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/S-msE33erCs&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pelas boas do videoclip até vale a pena...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/11906160-2231895850783651405?l=gbsdias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gbsdias.blogspot.com/feeds/2231895850783651405/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11906160&amp;postID=2231895850783651405' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11906160/posts/default/2231895850783651405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11906160/posts/default/2231895850783651405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gbsdias.blogspot.com/2009/09/musica-da-bobagem.html' title='música da bobagem!!!'/><author><name>GNG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10980820661935925279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1nEPCCn6FU/SZL0AMS37pI/AAAAAAAAAHs/mkXUpYXI0j4/S220/foto-cv.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11906160.post-7352916493408050463</id><published>2009-09-10T14:30:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T14:37:26.162+01:00</updated><title type='text'>09/09/2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.rcinformatica.com.pt/loja/images/uploads/z92km-q218h.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 250px;" src="http://www.rcinformatica.com.pt/loja/images/uploads/z92km-q218h.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Experimentem acordar com uma chuvada enorme e a trovejar de forma anormal para uma altura de Verão e pensam logo "hoje não é um bom dia para sair de casa!". E verdade seja dita que não era mesmo :-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois de levar na cabeça por exprimir o meu estado de espírito perante o tempo, confesso que as horas eram menos próprias e admito a minha culpa, mas enfim já recebi mensagens a horas bem piores, decidi ir trabalhar afincadamente na minha dissertação e eis senão quando o meu portatil (sim essa bomba descomunal e super cara) decide deixar-me ficar apeado e o monitor deu o último suspiro :-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imaginem o que é estar a um mês da derradeira entrega de um projecto que muda a vossa vida, e ficam sem computador para poder trabalhar!!! Eu não disse que não devia ter saído de casa?! Contactar a assistência técnica  foi em vão e infrutífera para além de ter ficado sem 4euros no telemovel...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como se não bastasse ao chegar a casa dei cabo de um estore da casa de banho e olhem... tive vontade de hibernar até hoje de manhã...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje acordei, não mandei sms a ninguém, e tudo parecia correr bem até o computador continuar sem funcionar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:'-(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11906160-7352916493408050463?l=gbsdias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gbsdias.blogspot.com/feeds/7352916493408050463/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11906160&amp;postID=7352916493408050463' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11906160/posts/default/7352916493408050463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11906160/posts/default/7352916493408050463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gbsdias.blogspot.com/2009/09/09092009.html' title='09/09/2009'/><author><name>GNG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10980820661935925279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1nEPCCn6FU/SZL0AMS37pI/AAAAAAAAAHs/mkXUpYXI0j4/S220/foto-cv.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11906160.post-7043365484280058783</id><published>2009-09-06T11:28:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T11:36:31.416+01:00</updated><title type='text'>aquele vazio...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MI0ehJg2tmg/Smo3ucxZ_FI/AAAAAAAAENQ/FRCt5lVa_Cc/s400/vazio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 399px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MI0ehJg2tmg/Smo3ucxZ_FI/AAAAAAAAENQ/FRCt5lVa_Cc/s400/vazio.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não é novo... é algo que assombra e acorda connosco :( Não controlamos o Mundo, mas deixamos uma pegada cuja significância é relativa e difícil de avaliar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É estranho acordar e pensar... olhar para trás e ver aquilo que ainda hoje nos faz sorrir, nos conforta ainda mesmo que só reste uma recordação... O problema é o hoje!!! "Se ontem foi assim, que raio se passa hoje?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acabamos sempre por nos entregar, vivemos o momento, ainda que com alguma intensidade e é com um sorriso no rosto que vamos encarar o Mundo, transmitindo confiança e serenidade...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vamos esperar que o despertar amanhã seja outro...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11906160-7043365484280058783?l=gbsdias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gbsdias.blogspot.com/feeds/7043365484280058783/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11906160&amp;postID=7043365484280058783' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11906160/posts/default/7043365484280058783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11906160/posts/default/7043365484280058783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gbsdias.blogspot.com/2009/09/aquele-vazio.html' title='aquele vazio...'/><author><name>GNG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10980820661935925279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1nEPCCn6FU/SZL0AMS37pI/AAAAAAAAAHs/mkXUpYXI0j4/S220/foto-cv.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MI0ehJg2tmg/Smo3ucxZ_FI/AAAAAAAAENQ/FRCt5lVa_Cc/s72-c/vazio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11906160.post-3880385935230838428</id><published>2009-09-03T15:08:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T15:14:56.865+01:00</updated><title type='text'>problema de juntas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.inem.pt/files/468473/images/2009341253634541.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 500px;" src="http://www.inem.pt/files/468473/images/2009341253634541.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este é daqueles que só andam se tiverem a trabalhar... e o problema é mesmo esse, mas eu estou isento de culpas!!! Isto é muito giro andar a fazer uma grande barulheira mas se nem um papa reformas conseguimos apanhar a coisa complica-se....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isto é tudo um problema de juntas, e talvez da matraca do co-piloto que faz mais barulho que o rádio...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E sim eu paguei pela carta de condução...ninguém ma deu, tive que a pagar!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11906160-3880385935230838428?l=gbsdias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gbsdias.blogspot.com/feeds/3880385935230838428/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11906160&amp;postID=3880385935230838428' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11906160/posts/default/3880385935230838428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11906160/posts/default/3880385935230838428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gbsdias.blogspot.com/2009/09/problema-de-juntas.html' title='problema de juntas...'/><author><name>GNG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10980820661935925279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1nEPCCn6FU/SZL0AMS37pI/AAAAAAAAAHs/mkXUpYXI0j4/S220/foto-cv.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11906160.post-4935443258947619896</id><published>2009-09-03T14:50:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T14:59:46.848+01:00</updated><title type='text'>sustento vs gamela</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1nEPCCn6FU/Sp_KEx4-sgI/AAAAAAAAAKY/MMLZREpyzoM/s1600-h/P9010261.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1nEPCCn6FU/Sp_KEx4-sgI/AAAAAAAAAKY/MMLZREpyzoM/s400/P9010261.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377238663564276226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não é preciso recuar até ao Inverno para recriar um ambiente de puro relax, camaradagem e do mais divertido que possam imaginar... confesso que tinha saudades de tanto rir, da adrenalina e de juntar o pessoal todo apenas para estar e sem conversas planeadas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Triste é "só se lembrarem de Santa Bárbara quando troveja" e é nessas alturas em que servimos para tudo e somos os maiores até retomarmos ao nosso estatuto... Sinceramente quem já lá passou algum tempo sabe com quê e acima de tudo com quem pode contar!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O que nos une?&lt;/span&gt; Acima de tudo o espirito...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O que nos move?&lt;/span&gt; Marcar a diferença sem esperar receber algo em troca...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11906160-4935443258947619896?l=gbsdias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gbsdias.blogspot.com/feeds/4935443258947619896/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11906160&amp;postID=4935443258947619896' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11906160/posts/default/4935443258947619896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11906160/posts/default/4935443258947619896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gbsdias.blogspot.com/2009/09/sustento-vs-gamela.html' title='sustento vs gamela'/><author><name>GNG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10980820661935925279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1nEPCCn6FU/SZL0AMS37pI/AAAAAAAAAHs/mkXUpYXI0j4/S220/foto-cv.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1nEPCCn6FU/Sp_KEx4-sgI/AAAAAAAAAKY/MMLZREpyzoM/s72-c/P9010261.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11906160.post-3023541148971466361</id><published>2009-08-29T18:22:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T18:27:50.957+01:00</updated><title type='text'>kids, don't try this at home!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdr_SDyING0/STKqs7CUTnI/AAAAAAAABRo/dAWL0JvkOk4/s400/brokenTV%255B1%255D.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 379px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdr_SDyING0/STKqs7CUTnI/AAAAAAAABRo/dAWL0JvkOk4/s400/brokenTV%255B1%255D.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já todos sabemos os nossos limites, e daquilo que devemos ou não fazer!!! Ora bem todos, menso EU =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho aqui uma televisão que, sem razão aparente deixou de funcionar, e como estava ali parada a olhar para mim decidi meter mãos à obra e tentar arranjar aquilo... Não interessa o resultado final, importante é que saibam, que mesmo não estando ligado à corrente, as coisas podem dar choques!!! Pois é, condensadores, estática e tudo mais...existe!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não brinquem com televisões...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11906160-3023541148971466361?l=gbsdias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gbsdias.blogspot.com/feeds/3023541148971466361/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11906160&amp;postID=3023541148971466361' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11906160/posts/default/3023541148971466361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11906160/posts/default/3023541148971466361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gbsdias.blogspot.com/2009/08/kids-dont-try-this-at-home.html' title='kids, don&apos;t try this at home!!!'/><author><name>GNG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10980820661935925279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1nEPCCn6FU/SZL0AMS37pI/AAAAAAAAAHs/mkXUpYXI0j4/S220/foto-cv.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdr_SDyING0/STKqs7CUTnI/AAAAAAAABRo/dAWL0JvkOk4/s72-c/brokenTV%255B1%255D.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11906160.post-850541746545875889</id><published>2009-08-28T10:24:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T10:29:35.682+01:00</updated><title type='text'>lá vai uma...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v172/ruimalheiro/playmaker/leiria-maritimo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 384px; height: 273px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v172/ruimalheiro/playmaker/leiria-maritimo.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;foto de &lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v172/ruimalheiro/"&gt;ruimalheiro&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Parece que a poncha vai mesmo faltar :-( Mas em compensação estão previstos uns panados, um lombinho ou até mesmo uns hambúrgueres... a ver vamos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fico já com meia época feita ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Encontramo-nos por lá...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11906160-850541746545875889?l=gbsdias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gbsdias.blogspot.com/feeds/850541746545875889/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11906160&amp;postID=850541746545875889' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11906160/posts/default/850541746545875889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11906160/posts/default/850541746545875889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gbsdias.blogspot.com/2009/08/la-vai-uma.html' title='lá vai uma...'/><author><name>GNG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10980820661935925279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1nEPCCn6FU/SZL0AMS37pI/AAAAAAAAAHs/mkXUpYXI0j4/S220/foto-cv.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11906160.post-5229362801317936534</id><published>2009-08-21T20:34:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T23:26:47.546+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Gripe, gastrenterite, virose e afins...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1nEPCCn6FU/So73Hc9bRJI/AAAAAAAAAKI/OlBeAYWB0Rw/s1600-h/Tuga+-+Patricia_www.tugasex.net_+%282%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1nEPCCn6FU/So73Hc9bRJI/AAAAAAAAAKI/OlBeAYWB0Rw/s400/Tuga+-+Patricia_www.tugasex.net_+%282%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372503112904557714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E aqui estou eu, fechado em casa, não porque a saúde assim o obriga, mas porque quero estar a menos de 20 metros de uma sanita!!! Quase como enjaulado :-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo começou com uma bela de uma diarreia, que de bela não tinha muito, mas que foi profundo, lá isso foi =) Daí a começar a mijar pelo cú de 10 em 10 minutos foi um pequeno passo... A bela da palidez, em plena ocorrência, deu para enganar os mais sensíveis que desculparam o meu vómito pelo momento de pesar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ora bem a febre surgiu horas depois o que me levou à bela da urgência do HSA (saudades hein!!!)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aqui começa a bela da aventura&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;9h00 -&gt; entrada no HSA sobre forte contestação da enfermeira (Teresa por sinal) que entendeu que eu já devia ter chegado ao hospital de máscara, e que ainda por cima sendo bombeiro devia dar o exemplo; entenda-se que entrei por vómitos, diarreia e febre de 37,5ºC sem medicação;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;9h20 -&gt; visto pelo médico da urgência que me disse que de máscara assustava os doentes =);&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;11h00 -&gt; foi pedida ajuda médica uma vez que já estava a bater o dente de frio e a febre ultrapassava os 38ºC;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;12h00 -&gt; após antipirético já mandava uns bitaites (daqueles sem jeito nenhum) que mostrava a minha boa disposição;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;13h00 -&gt; alta com diagnóstico de uma possível intoxicação alimentar e de uma dieta para habituar o sistema digestivo;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;isto já começa a ficar chato, mas só para dizer que voltei ao HSA eram 21h e passei lá a noite... até se tinha dormido bem, não fosse o homem peidar-se como se nada fosse, a mulher dizer que já cagava há 2 dias enquanto eu não conseguia estar 20min sem aguentar para não me borrar todo, a velhinha perguntar pela D. Júlia que morava na casa ao lado, e a enf. queixar-se que todos mandavam nos enfermeiros (seguranças, auxiliares e bombeiros, eu optei por ficar calado dado os contorno da coisa xD ), o pedrinho ter vigiado a casa de banho enquanto eu mijava por dois sítios ao mesmo tempo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;e pronto, cá estou eu por casa, com cólicas como se estivesse a parir (até agora só fiz cesarianas), e a congratular-me que o teste do puto deu negativo!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passei o dia a comer cerelac de pêras, etapa 1, para bebés a partir dos 4 meses, e água...e deixem-me que que vos diga, que nem aquilo sabe tão bem, nem o meu conjunto estômago-intestinos andam a reagir da melhor forma...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas olhem, sinto-me preso :-S&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11906160-5229362801317936534?l=gbsdias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gbsdias.blogspot.com/feeds/5229362801317936534/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11906160&amp;postID=5229362801317936534' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11906160/posts/default/5229362801317936534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11906160/posts/default/5229362801317936534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gbsdias.blogspot.com/2009/08/gripe-gastrenterite-virose-e-afins.html' title='Gripe, gastrenterite, virose e afins...'/><author><name>GNG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10980820661935925279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1nEPCCn6FU/SZL0AMS37pI/AAAAAAAAAHs/mkXUpYXI0j4/S220/foto-cv.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1nEPCCn6FU/So73Hc9bRJI/AAAAAAAAAKI/OlBeAYWB0Rw/s72-c/Tuga+-+Patricia_www.tugasex.net_+%282%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11906160.post-7747718448167923271</id><published>2009-08-18T16:15:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T17:13:55.222+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sem colete não há bola!!!</title><content type='html'>Mais animação de volta ao Magalhães Pessoa, desta feita no escalão máximo a nível nacional ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entretanto reina a boa disposição, na senhora que atentamente vai telefonando no sentido de angariar colaboradores para a sua causa, ao velho modo da inquisição e chantagem, prova disso é a já célebre frase &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Se não vem para que raio quer o colete?!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como é hora de revolução, vamos lá fazer umas contas de cabeça...só assim como quem não quer a coisa:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Começamos com 400 bombeiros espalhados pelos diversos quarteis. Não perguntem se é durante o Verão ou não, porque isso iria implicar muito mais contas, com inúmeras condicionantes pelo meio e o tempo é escasso pois tenho que trabalhar... Assim sendo, como modelo simplificativo, vamos assumir 400 Bombeiros anuais, pelos 3 quarteis;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Em cada dia de jogo vamos guardar, mais uma vez em média, senão a coisa complica-se, 30 bombeiros para ficarem de serviço nos 3 quarteis, 15 na sede e mais 7,5 nas secções, e isto é um número bastante optimista;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Vamos contar com um dispositivo de vá, 30 bombeiros para serem deslocados para o estádio, sempre em média, porque a grande maioria das vezes se chegar aos 20 a despesa com o lanche fica muito cara...;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jogos para o campeonato são 15, por isso se fizermos a conta a 20 já a pensar numa prestação maravilhosa nas Taças de Potugal e da Liga é um número razoável...;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora vem a parte dificil que é a de pensar e fazer as contas, como já dizia o futuro colega "É só fazer as contas"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;do total da mão de obra, ficamos apenas com 350 disponíveis, afim de guardar a operacionalidade da coisa (saída ao minuto não se esqueçam!!!);&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(já me perdi nas contas... deixem-me lá recuperar a linha de raciocínio...);&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cá está, os 350 caramelos, dividos em grupos de 30 garantem menos de 12 jogos (o que já me lixou a contas e obriga a ir à bola esta época!!!);&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;portanto, vamos assumir que cada um comete uma extravagância, e decide ir pelo menos duas vezes à bola (há lá deles que não jogam mesmo com o baralho todo...), ficamos com uma empresa com 700 colaboradores ( eu faço devagarinho, os ditos 350*2);&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ora com 700 mecos, em grupos de 30, assegura a módica quantidade de 23 jogos de futebol no Magalhães Pessoa...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Assim como quem não quer a coisa, está desvendado o mistério da multiplicação dos pães, e citando outro colega (mas nunca de escola [fdx!!!]) "porreiro pah!!!" =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falta responder a uma questão acima: basicamente só quero o colete para preencher alguns espaços vazios no cacifo que deviam estar ocupados para aí com farda, sei lá...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E como já me disseram que não se faziam omoletes sem ovos, e segundo o sub-chefe "sem fitas não há glicemia" (após 3 garrafas de água com gás aromatizada)... eu começo a pensar que "sem colete não há bola"... aliás, já houve foi bola a mais ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N.R. 1: dia 30 de Agosto há mais...pode ser que se acompanhe com uma boa poncha!!!&lt;br /&gt;N.R. 2: http://www.orickquerirabola.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11906160-7747718448167923271?l=gbsdias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gbsdias.blogspot.com/feeds/7747718448167923271/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11906160&amp;postID=7747718448167923271' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11906160/posts/default/7747718448167923271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11906160/posts/default/7747718448167923271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gbsdias.blogspot.com/2009/08/sem-colete-nao-ha-bola.html' title='Sem colete não há bola!!!'/><author><name>GNG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10980820661935925279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1nEPCCn6FU/SZL0AMS37pI/AAAAAAAAAHs/mkXUpYXI0j4/S220/foto-cv.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11906160.post-159004354332984416</id><published>2009-08-15T19:27:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T19:36:43.036+01:00</updated><title type='text'>SUIT IT UP!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1nEPCCn6FU/Sob_Qzw8pvI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/nxq7skyvdsE/s1600-h/Suit+Up.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 298px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1nEPCCn6FU/Sob_Qzw8pvI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/nxq7skyvdsE/s400/Suit+Up.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370260269924394738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A espalhar a puta da magia.... SUIT UP!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.: obrigado aos camelos por me terem abandonado na indumentária...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11906160-159004354332984416?l=gbsdias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gbsdias.blogspot.com/feeds/159004354332984416/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11906160&amp;postID=159004354332984416' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11906160/posts/default/159004354332984416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11906160/posts/default/159004354332984416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gbsdias.blogspot.com/2009/08/suit-it-up.html' title='SUIT IT UP!!!'/><author><name>GNG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10980820661935925279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1nEPCCn6FU/SZL0AMS37pI/AAAAAAAAAHs/mkXUpYXI0j4/S220/foto-cv.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1nEPCCn6FU/Sob_Qzw8pvI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/nxq7skyvdsE/s72-c/Suit+Up.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11906160.post-5249465346988564466</id><published>2009-08-09T12:52:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T13:04:05.706+01:00</updated><title type='text'>saudades...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1nEPCCn6FU/Sn65F8cvM-I/AAAAAAAAAJw/0GU9aQShesU/s1600-h/P1030587.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1nEPCCn6FU/Sn65F8cvM-I/AAAAAAAAAJw/0GU9aQShesU/s400/P1030587.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367931317649355746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi a minha casa durante 3 anos... foram 3 longos, sofridos, amargos, felizes, nostalgicos, solitários, eufóricos, mas acima de tudo MARCANTES!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sem dúvida uma lição de vida, viver numa sociedade completamente diferente, mas ao mesmo tempo igual com muitas exigências de parte a parte...uma experiência de vida que recomendo a muito boa gente =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho mesmo muitas boas recordações, outras nem tanto, mas que agora me dão vontade de rir por tudo aquilo que se passou...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem partilhou comigo alguns desses momentos, sabe que lhe estou eternamente agradecido, pelas novas experiências, e que experiências LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aquele churasco do qual só me lembro de metade, o banho maravilhoso ;-), as noitadas em LAN, as entradas pela porta do cavalo e mais recentemente os treinos do 334 =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pelo caminho ficam dois quartos maravilhosos, o C223 (então a cama da madrinha!!!) e o A316 o piso do grande império!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posso não ter grande memória...mas há coisas que perduram em nós o tempo suficiente para serem eternas...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11906160-5249465346988564466?l=gbsdias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gbsdias.blogspot.com/feeds/5249465346988564466/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11906160&amp;postID=5249465346988564466' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11906160/posts/default/5249465346988564466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11906160/posts/default/5249465346988564466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gbsdias.blogspot.com/2009/08/saudades.html' title='saudades...'/><author><name>GNG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10980820661935925279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1nEPCCn6FU/SZL0AMS37pI/AAAAAAAAAHs/mkXUpYXI0j4/S220/foto-cv.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1nEPCCn6FU/Sn65F8cvM-I/AAAAAAAAAJw/0GU9aQShesU/s72-c/P1030587.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11906160.post-9174517730605267005</id><published>2009-07-02T18:19:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T19:01:47.306+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu voto no Orelhas!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://tdias.files.wordpress.com/2007/07/luis01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 373px; height: 191px;" src="http://tdias.files.wordpress.com/2007/07/luis01.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;«Temos a coluna vertebral do futuro campeão europeu. Queremos só fazer alguns reajustamentos, sabendo que temos um grande técnico (Jesualdo Ferreira)»&lt;/span&gt; (28 de Abril de 2002)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;cheira-me a reumático ou artroses, mas é melhor marcar uma consulta no médico de família...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;«Não faço mais comentários, a não ser que o Major é um homem sério»&lt;/span&gt; (20 de Abril de 2004, quando surgiram as primeiras notícias do caso «Apito Dourado»)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;tudo gente séria...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;«No domingo, no jogo com o Chelsea, iremos apresentar dois grandes internacionais»&lt;/span&gt; (14 de Julho de 2005, referindo-se a Léo...e Tomasson)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;cheira-me que são integrantes da coluna vertebral da selecção...dos países deles, claro está&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;«Não sei se é possível falar em aproximação entre FC Porto e Sporting. Sou daqueles que acreditam que tem de existir coerência. Quem me conhece no futebol e na vida empresarial sabe que o que disse há quatro anos ainda vale hoje»&lt;/span&gt; (5 de Abril de 2006)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;pessoa mais coerente é impossível, nem promete nada que não cumpra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;«Qualquer dia os mafiosos italianos têm de tirar um curso em Portugal. Devia ter acontecido o mesmo aqui. O que se passou em Itália foi um brinquedo com o que se passou em Portugal»&lt;/span&gt; (4 Agosto 2006)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;teve que vir o trapattoni brincar um bocadinho, senão nem o cheiravam...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;«A dívida do Benfica não assusta ninguém, deixem chegar o Benfica a 2011 e verão que o Benfica será um colosso europeu, para não dizer mundial»&lt;/span&gt; (21 de Setembro de 2006, em entrevista à RTP)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;o melhor do Mundo e talvez da Europa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;«Não admito que Valentim Loureiro brinque comigo e com o Benfica»&lt;/span&gt; (7 de Março de 2007, na sequência da polémica entre o Major e José Veiga, depois deste último ter acusado Valentim Loureiro de ter apadrinhado um encontro entre Pinto da Costa e Luís Guilherme, presidente da Comissão de Arbitragem da Liga)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;jamais, vindo de um homem sério...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;«Vi o filme «O Padrinho» aqui há uns tempos e também lá o protagonista ia à igreja todos os dias e também mandava matar»&lt;/span&gt;, (23 de Junho de 2007)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;temos um homem desenvolvido na 7ª arte...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;«Duzentos mil sócios até Junho do próximo ano é o objectivo»&lt;/span&gt; - LFV em 06-09-07&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;cuidado que o senhor é coerente!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;«Temos o melhor plantel dos últimos 10 anos»&lt;/span&gt; - LFV em 24-07-07&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;e nem assim foram campeões...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;«O Canal Benfica está constantemente a ser boicotado»&lt;/span&gt; - LFV em 12-07-07&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;isto é tudo uma grande conspiração...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;«Benfica será bandeira nacional nos mercados accionistas internacionais»&lt;/span&gt; - LFV em 21-05-07&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;sem dúvida que agora é a melhor altura para comprar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;«O Benfica não vai participar na Taça da Liga»&lt;/span&gt; - LFV em 19-05-07&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;já têm muito com que se entreter...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;«Se eu fosse o treinador só queria dormir, porque quando acordasse não sabia qual a equipa que ia pôr a jogar, com tanta qualidade no plantel»&lt;/span&gt; - LFV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;não tomes uns ansiolíticos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;«Ninguém terá tanto sucesso em Portugal como o Benfica»&lt;/span&gt; - LFV em 28-02-07&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;é noticia de abertura dos telejornais...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;«Projecto do Benfica está a assustar muita gente»&lt;/span&gt; - LFV em 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;agora é o "Mundo - n milhões" que não dormem descansados...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;«Ó major, eu não quero nem me tenho chateado com isto, porque eu estou a fazer isto por outro lado»&lt;/span&gt; - LFV no Apito Dourado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ele nem gosta de falar no assunto, por que não o deixam em paz?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;«Depois do Verão, seremos o maior clube do mundo»&lt;/span&gt; - LFV em 29-04-2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;o que é o Verão?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;«O terceiro lugar esta época é normal, anormal foi o título o ano passado»&lt;/span&gt; - Manuel Vilarinho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;mais um copo de vinho...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;«Não tentem boicotar o projecto canal benfica»&lt;/span&gt; - LFV em 25-112005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;se for um canal pago eu subscrevo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;«Podemos corresponder às expectativas dessa massa enorme de 14 milhões de benfiquistas»&lt;/span&gt; - LFV em 25-10-2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;eu até lhes perco a conta...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;«Simão provavelmente quererá acabar a carreira no Benfica»&lt;/span&gt; - LFV em 18-11-2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;e o Vieira quer acabar com a carreira do Benfica...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;«Vamos ser campeões doa a quem doer»&lt;/span&gt; - LFV em 04-10-2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;assim é que se fala...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;«Queremos ser campeões europeus»&lt;/span&gt; - LFV em 16-07-05&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;é o minimo que se pode pedir com tanta qualidade...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;«Só o Benfica enche estádios»&lt;/span&gt; - LFV em 16-07-05&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;very lights, tochas e calhaus da calçada contam???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;«Futebol português mete-me nojo»&lt;/span&gt; - LFV em 17-04-05&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ainda se safa o Benfica...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;«Se o benfica não tiver 300 mil sócios até Outubro demito-me»&lt;/span&gt; - LFV em 02-06-05&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ainda não chegamos a Outubro Sr. Presidente!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;«Perdemos 4-1 com o Belenenses! Qual é o problema?»&lt;/span&gt; - LFV em 12-12-04&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;nada mesmo, as derrotas até se começeram a tornar banais...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;«Tenho a certeza de que, possivelmente, não serei o próximo presidente, mas farei o possível para que este caminho continue a ser trilhado.»&lt;/span&gt; - LFV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;coerente, e sem dúvida no bom caminho...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;«Esta onda não mais pode parar»&lt;/span&gt; - LFV em 12-08-2004&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;a máquina está oleada e em andamento...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;«A minha meta é atingir o meio milhão de sócios e não queria acabar o meu mandato sem o conseguir»&lt;/span&gt; - Vieira em 19.06.2004&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;qual dos mandatos???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;«O clube voltou a ser dos mais representados na Selecção. Tem seis jogadores e todos portugueses»&lt;/span&gt; - Filipe Vieira em 30-5-2004&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;coluna de quê???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;«O benfica está a anos-luz do Real Madrid»&lt;/span&gt; - Camacho em 13-01-2004&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;não deve ser bem assim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;«Benfica tem a dimensão do Real Madrid»&lt;/span&gt; - Camacho em 31-12-2003&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ah, eu logo vi que tinha sido um mal entendido...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;«Dentro de 3 anos o benfica será o maior do mundo»&lt;/span&gt; - Filipe Vieira em 19-04-2003&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;2003 + 3 =... é só fazer as contas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;«O benfica será mais forte que o Real Madrid»&lt;/span&gt; - Luis Filipe Vieira em 19-04-2003&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ainda nem se falava do CR7...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11906160-9174517730605267005?l=gbsdias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gbsdias.blogspot.com/feeds/9174517730605267005/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11906160&amp;postID=9174517730605267005' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11906160/posts/default/9174517730605267005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11906160/posts/default/9174517730605267005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gbsdias.blogspot.com/2009/07/eu-voto-no-orelhas.html' title='Eu voto no Orelhas!!!'/><author><name>GNG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10980820661935925279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1nEPCCn6FU/SZL0AMS37pI/AAAAAAAAAHs/mkXUpYXI0j4/S220/foto-cv.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11906160.post-2584347055414365777</id><published>2009-06-11T02:29:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T10:01:18.338+01:00</updated><title type='text'>ironia ;-)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;"A essência da ironia consiste em não se poder descobrir o segundo sentido do texto por nenhuma palavra dele, deduzindo-se porém esse segundo sentido do facto de ser impossível dever o texto dizer aquilo que diz"&lt;/span&gt; (Fernando Pessoa)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1nEPCCn6FU/SjBeOethHdI/AAAAAAAAAJM/O5CpPyqVykc/s1600-h/31052009426.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1nEPCCn6FU/SjBeOethHdI/AAAAAAAAAJM/O5CpPyqVykc/s400/31052009426.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345876360543935954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem não tem um bom sentido de humor, não sabe aquilo que perde... LOL ;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11906160-2584347055414365777?l=gbsdias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gbsdias.blogspot.com/feeds/2584347055414365777/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11906160&amp;postID=2584347055414365777' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11906160/posts/default/2584347055414365777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11906160/posts/default/2584347055414365777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gbsdias.blogspot.com/2009/06/ironia.html' title='ironia ;-)'/><author><name>GNG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10980820661935925279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1nEPCCn6FU/SZL0AMS37pI/AAAAAAAAAHs/mkXUpYXI0j4/S220/foto-cv.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1nEPCCn6FU/SjBeOethHdI/AAAAAAAAAJM/O5CpPyqVykc/s72-c/31052009426.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11906160.post-1674958869812407680</id><published>2009-06-09T10:45:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T10:51:18.550+01:00</updated><title type='text'>No limits, no rules ;-)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;"Um asno será sempre um asno, mesmo se o cobrires de ouro"&lt;/span&gt; (Gavril Derjavine)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1nEPCCn6FU/Si4wDRrybQI/AAAAAAAAAJE/2_TSZLvuIP8/s1600-h/castelo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 231px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1nEPCCn6FU/Si4wDRrybQI/AAAAAAAAAJE/2_TSZLvuIP8/s400/castelo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345262640580160770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Contra os estereótipos, ideias pré-concebidas, regras sociais que ninguém percebe e tudo mais... LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11906160-1674958869812407680?l=gbsdias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gbsdias.blogspot.com/feeds/1674958869812407680/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11906160&amp;postID=1674958869812407680' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11906160/posts/default/1674958869812407680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11906160/posts/default/1674958869812407680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gbsdias.blogspot.com/2009/06/no-limits-no-rules.html' title='No limits, no rules ;-)'/><author><name>GNG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10980820661935925279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1nEPCCn6FU/SZL0AMS37pI/AAAAAAAAAHs/mkXUpYXI0j4/S220/foto-cv.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1nEPCCn6FU/Si4wDRrybQI/AAAAAAAAAJE/2_TSZLvuIP8/s72-c/castelo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11906160.post-2038789458021968710</id><published>2009-06-08T16:03:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T16:06:00.729+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;"Eu não me envergonho de corrigir meus erros e mudar as opiniões, porque não me envergonho de raciocinar e aprender."&lt;/span&gt; (Alexandre Herculano)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1nEPCCn6FU/Si0oYeiAqHI/AAAAAAAAAI8/fsTB8Pyqo_k/s1600-h/P1040144.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1nEPCCn6FU/Si0oYeiAqHI/AAAAAAAAAI8/fsTB8Pyqo_k/s400/P1040144.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344972733736331378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/11906160-2038789458021968710?l=gbsdias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gbsdias.blogspot.com/feeds/2038789458021968710/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11906160&amp;postID=2038789458021968710' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11906160/posts/default/2038789458021968710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11906160/posts/default/2038789458021968710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gbsdias.blogspot.com/2009/06/eu-nao-me-envergonho-de-corrigir-meus.html' title=''/><author><name>GNG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10980820661935925279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1nEPCCn6FU/SZL0AMS37pI/AAAAAAAAAHs/mkXUpYXI0j4/S220/foto-cv.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1nEPCCn6FU/Si0oYeiAqHI/AAAAAAAAAI8/fsTB8Pyqo_k/s72-c/P1040144.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11906160.post-314826545918084133</id><published>2009-06-07T11:29:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T11:34:30.088+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;"Se recolhes um cachorro faminto e lhe deres conforto ele não te morderá. Eis a diferença entre o cachorro e o homem."&lt;/span&gt; (Mark Twain)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1nEPCCn6FU/SiuWtVlwXtI/AAAAAAAAAI0/C4QfebQImDE/s1600-h/HPIM3360.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1nEPCCn6FU/SiuWtVlwXtI/AAAAAAAAAI0/C4QfebQImDE/s400/HPIM3360.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344531088439008978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;O famoso jogo de paintball que tinha que ser adiado porque havia uma prevenção para fazer... LOOOOOOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11906160-314826545918084133?l=gbsdias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gbsdias.blogspot.com/feeds/314826545918084133/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11906160&amp;postID=314826545918084133' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11906160/posts/default/314826545918084133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11906160/posts/default/314826545918084133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gbsdias.blogspot.com/2009/06/se-recolhes-um-cachorro-faminto-e-lhe.html' title=''/><author><name>GNG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10980820661935925279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1nEPCCn6FU/SZL0AMS37pI/AAAAAAAAAHs/mkXUpYXI0j4/S220/foto-cv.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1nEPCCn6FU/SiuWtVlwXtI/AAAAAAAAAI0/C4QfebQImDE/s72-c/HPIM3360.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11906160.post-5243872002003236051</id><published>2009-06-06T12:23:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T12:27:08.652+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1nEPCCn6FU/SipSEJmxMQI/AAAAAAAAAIs/GLgp3LUaPzE/s1600-h/IMG_0002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1nEPCCn6FU/SipSEJmxMQI/AAAAAAAAAIs/GLgp3LUaPzE/s400/IMG_0002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344174139079995650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;"O que é atraente nem sempre é bom, mas o que é bom é sempre belo."&lt;/span&gt; (Ninon de L'enclos)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/11906160-5243872002003236051?l=gbsdias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gbsdias.blogspot.com/feeds/5243872002003236051/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11906160&amp;postID=5243872002003236051' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11906160/posts/default/5243872002003236051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11906160/posts/default/5243872002003236051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gbsdias.blogspot.com/2009/06/o-que-e-atraente-nem-sempre-e-bom-mas-o.html' title=''/><author><name>GNG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10980820661935925279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1nEPCCn6FU/SZL0AMS37pI/AAAAAAAAAHs/mkXUpYXI0j4/S220/foto-cv.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1nEPCCn6FU/SipSEJmxMQI/AAAAAAAAAIs/GLgp3LUaPzE/s72-c/IMG_0002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11906160.post-2374342092421187686</id><published>2009-06-05T19:13:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T19:16:37.551+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1nEPCCn6FU/Silg8s6CZ4I/AAAAAAAAAIk/vk8oG5wcsBc/s1600-h/0903180025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1nEPCCn6FU/Silg8s6CZ4I/AAAAAAAAAIk/vk8oG5wcsBc/s400/0903180025.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343909028814808962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;"A felicidade humana geralmente não se consegue com grandes golpes de sorte, que poucas vezes acontecem, mas com pequenas coisas que acontecem todos os dias."&lt;/span&gt; (Benjamin Franklin)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/11906160-2374342092421187686?l=gbsdias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gbsdias.blogspot.com/feeds/2374342092421187686/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11906160&amp;postID=2374342092421187686' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11906160/posts/default/2374342092421187686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11906160/posts/default/2374342092421187686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gbsdias.blogspot.com/2009/06/felicidade-humana-geralmente-nao-se.html' title=''/><author><name>GNG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10980820661935925279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1nEPCCn6FU/SZL0AMS37pI/AAAAAAAAAHs/mkXUpYXI0j4/S220/foto-cv.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1nEPCCn6FU/Silg8s6CZ4I/AAAAAAAAAIk/vk8oG5wcsBc/s72-c/0903180025.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11906160.post-2257920249128869153</id><published>2009-06-01T16:29:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T16:39:47.364+01:00</updated><title type='text'>PARABÉNS RAPAZIADA!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1nEPCCn6FU/SiP0zmNLVHI/AAAAAAAAAIc/oLwnj0VqG9c/s1600-h/DSCN0010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1nEPCCn6FU/SiP0zmNLVHI/AAAAAAAAAIc/oLwnj0VqG9c/s400/DSCN0010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342382750257861746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi nesta altura que o coração bateu mais, e mais forte... Foram 5 meses, aliás os últimos 5 meses de uma dedicação e empenho acrescida aquela que já existia antes... Responsabilidade é a mesma mas o orgulho é maior...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;formação pessoal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;del&gt; 3)&lt;/del&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;del&gt; ser promovido a bombeiro de 2ª&lt;/del&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://gbsdias.blogspot.com/2009/01/37-objectivos-para-366-dias-02012009.html"&gt;lista original&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11906160-2257920249128869153?l=gbsdias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gbsdias.blogspot.com/feeds/2257920249128869153/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11906160&amp;postID=2257920249128869153' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11906160/posts/default/2257920249128869153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11906160/posts/default/2257920249128869153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gbsdias.blogspot.com/2009/06/parabens-rapaziada.html' title='PARABÉNS RAPAZIADA!!!'/><author><name>GNG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10980820661935925279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1nEPCCn6FU/SZL0AMS37pI/AAAAAAAAAHs/mkXUpYXI0j4/S220/foto-cv.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1nEPCCn6FU/SiP0zmNLVHI/AAAAAAAAAIc/oLwnj0VqG9c/s72-c/DSCN0010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11906160.post-8301052217219669283</id><published>2009-05-24T20:46:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T20:52:44.219+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Azul Azul...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1nEPCCn6FU/ShmkJIEYA8I/AAAAAAAAAIU/_U-gjkxc1t8/s1600-h/23052009417.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1nEPCCn6FU/ShmkJIEYA8I/AAAAAAAAAIU/_U-gjkxc1t8/s400/23052009417.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339479309916046274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que nos move?! Não é a adrenalina embora haja alturas em que ela se faça sentir... É o medo constante de ser impotente, a angustia de nada poder fazer, de vacilar nas alturas em que ninguém espera que o façamos... Aquela sensação de insegurança que nos assola, o medo de conhecer o destino, o não saber quem vamos encontrar... Cabe-nos dar mais do que o nosso melhor, o que depositam em nós é enorme, e temos que conseguir andar por cá sem o peso de que mais poderíamos ter feito... Ninguém anda por andar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que nos move? Um simples sorriso chega para ganharmos o dia ;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11906160-8301052217219669283?l=gbsdias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gbsdias.blogspot.com/feeds/8301052217219669283/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11906160&amp;postID=8301052217219669283' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11906160/posts/default/8301052217219669283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11906160/posts/default/8301052217219669283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gbsdias.blogspot.com/2009/05/azul-azul.html' title='Azul Azul...'/><author><name>GNG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10980820661935925279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1nEPCCn6FU/SZL0AMS37pI/AAAAAAAAAHs/mkXUpYXI0j4/S220/foto-cv.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1nEPCCn6FU/ShmkJIEYA8I/AAAAAAAAAIU/_U-gjkxc1t8/s72-c/23052009417.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11906160.post-3938912485443934920</id><published>2009-05-19T12:35:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T12:40:58.515+01:00</updated><title type='text'>e não nos deixai cair em tentação...</title><content type='html'>Profecias e heresias à parte aproveitei a curta passagem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todos sabemos (ou temos uma vulgar ideia) d'aquilo que nos faz mal, que nos prejudica e que nos vai deixar de rastos... Seja por terceiros ou pela experiência mais dolorosa de todas, que é descobrirmos por nós próprios :-(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11906160-3938912485443934920?l=gbsdias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gbsdias.blogspot.com/feeds/3938912485443934920/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11906160&amp;postID=3938912485443934920' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11906160/posts/default/3938912485443934920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11906160/posts/default/3938912485443934920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gbsdias.blogspot.com/2009/05/e-nao-nos-deixai-cair-em-tentacao.html' title='e não nos deixai cair em tentação...'/><author><name>GNG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10980820661935925279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1nEPCCn6FU/SZL0AMS37pI/AAAAAAAAAHs/mkXUpYXI0j4/S220/foto-cv.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11906160.post-6596061924799232014</id><published>2009-04-27T14:58:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T15:09:12.273+01:00</updated><title type='text'>um pequeno passo...</title><content type='html'>Desde que publiquei a minha &lt;a href="http://gbsdias.blogspot.com/2009/01/37-objectivos-para-366-dias-02012009.html"&gt;lista de objectivos&lt;/a&gt; decidi voltar a pôr-lhe os olhos em cima hoje ;-)&lt;br /&gt;Pude constatar que alguns ainda são ambiciosos mas já há trabalho feito e cada dia é um novo dia nesta luta... LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;saúde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;del&gt;11) &lt;/del&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;del&gt;não fumar&lt;/del&gt; [desde 01/01/2009 -&gt; lembram-se do mastro da bandeira ;-)]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;eu e os outros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;del&gt;29)&lt;/del&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;del&gt; conseguir dizer às pessoas aquilo que sinto&lt;/del&gt; [12/04/2009 um feito histórico]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;onde hei de pôr estes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;del&gt;35)&lt;/del&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;del&gt; manter o carro limpo e lavá-lo com alguma frequência (mais do que duas vezes por ano)&lt;/del&gt; [24/04/2009 até custou mas parece mais bonitinho agora...]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11906160-6596061924799232014?l=gbsdias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gbsdias.blogspot.com/feeds/6596061924799232014/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11906160&amp;postID=6596061924799232014' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11906160/posts/default/6596061924799232014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11906160/posts/default/6596061924799232014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gbsdias.blogspot.com/2009/04/um-pequeno-passo.html' title='um pequeno passo...'/><author><name>GNG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10980820661935925279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1nEPCCn6FU/SZL0AMS37pI/AAAAAAAAAHs/mkXUpYXI0j4/S220/foto-cv.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11906160.post-6811169735784300940</id><published>2009-04-05T17:02:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T17:08:12.788+01:00</updated><title type='text'>PERSISTÊNCIA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1nEPCCn6FU/SdjWf0DwfXI/AAAAAAAAAIM/aJNhQ9OCLxw/s1600-h/P1030797.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1nEPCCn6FU/SdjWf0DwfXI/AAAAAAAAAIM/aJNhQ9OCLxw/s320/P1030797.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321238801776934258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já cá não vinha faz tempo... Digamos acrescentar algo de novo, porque há coisas que se vêm todos os dias ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sobre a persistência o que há a dizer?! Pode ser antagónico com teimosia... mas não deixam de estar interligados... deve fazer sentido...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A vida é apenas demasiado aborrecida para não tentar... "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Lembra-te que no final do dia... é ela que importa."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A religião não é o ópio do povo... é o placebo."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11906160-6811169735784300940?l=gbsdias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gbsdias.blogspot.com/feeds/6811169735784300940/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11906160&amp;postID=6811169735784300940' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11906160/posts/default/6811169735784300940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11906160/posts/default/6811169735784300940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gbsdias.blogspot.com/2009/04/persistencia.html' title='PERSISTÊNCIA'/><author><name>GNG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10980820661935925279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1nEPCCn6FU/SZL0AMS37pI/AAAAAAAAAHs/mkXUpYXI0j4/S220/foto-cv.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1nEPCCn6FU/SdjWf0DwfXI/AAAAAAAAAIM/aJNhQ9OCLxw/s72-c/P1030797.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11906160.post-6695791414695326484</id><published>2009-02-06T17:30:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-05-20T14:24:11.097+01:00</updated><title type='text'>You Picked Me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;One, two, three &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Counting out the signs we see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; The tall buildings &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Fading in the distance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Only dots on a map&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Four, five, six &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; The two of us a perfect fit &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; You're all mine, all mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; And all I can say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Is you blow me away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Like an apple on a tree &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Hiding out behind the leaves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I was difficult to reach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; But you picked me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Like a shell upon a beach &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Just another pretty piece&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I was difficult to see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; But you picked me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Yeah you picked me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; So softly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Rain against the windows &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; And the strong coffee &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Warming up my fingers &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; In this fisherman's house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; You got me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Searched the sand &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; And climbed the tree &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; And brought me back down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; And all I can say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Is you blow me away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Like an apple on a tree &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Hiding out behind the leaves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I was difficult to reach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; But you picked me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Like a shell upon a beach &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Just another pretty piece&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I was difficult to see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; But you picked me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Yeah you picked me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HaCRVxCxX0A&amp;amp" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11906160-6695791414695326484?l=gbsdias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gbsdias.blogspot.com/feeds/6695791414695326484/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11906160&amp;postID=6695791414695326484' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11906160/posts/default/6695791414695326484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11906160/posts/default/6695791414695326484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gbsdias.blogspot.com/2009/02/you-picked-me.html' title='You Picked Me...'/><author><name>GNG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10980820661935925279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1nEPCCn6FU/SZL0AMS37pI/AAAAAAAAAHs/mkXUpYXI0j4/S220/foto-cv.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11906160.post-7894900103916780036</id><published>2009-01-26T22:36:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-01-26T22:40:01.398Z</updated><title type='text'>desabafo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GNG | The Future of Nuclear Power says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;é uma merda fodida de explicar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GNG | The Future of Nuclear Power says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quando estás bem queres partilhar a tua alegria com ela&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GNG | The Future of Nuclear Power says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quando fazes planos, ela está incluída&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GNG | The Future of Nuclear Power says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adormeces a pensar nela&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GNG | The Future of Nuclear Power says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;acordas a lembrar-te do sonho com ela&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GNG | The Future of Nuclear Power says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e quando ela está mal... a infelicidade apodera-se de ti..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GNG | The Future of Nuclear Power says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e tudo isto em troca de quê?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11906160-7894900103916780036?l=gbsdias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gbsdias.blogspot.com/feeds/7894900103916780036/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11906160&amp;postID=7894900103916780036' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11906160/posts/default/7894900103916780036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11906160/posts/default/7894900103916780036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gbsdias.blogspot.com/2009/01/desbafo.html' title='desabafo...'/><author><name>GNG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10980820661935925279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1nEPCCn6FU/SZL0AMS37pI/AAAAAAAAAHs/mkXUpYXI0j4/S220/foto-cv.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11906160.post-3474395287491706748</id><published>2009-01-22T18:59:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-01-22T19:03:44.908Z</updated><title type='text'>e porque também ando na estrada...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Irrita-me os gaijos que conduzem sem a luzes ligadas sujeitos a apanharem com alguém em cima...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irrita-me quem anda com os mínimos ligados porque mais valia estar quieto...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faróis de nevoeiro?! Sobre isso falo outro dia ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.: as luzes não servem só para vermos, mas muito mais importante para sermos vistos... em dias de chuva, muito sol, nevoeiro, etc é preferível circularmos com os médios ligados para que facilmente possamos ser vistos (por exemplo durante uma ultrapassagem) e não corrermos riscos desnecessários...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11906160-3474395287491706748?l=gbsdias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gbsdias.blogspot.com/feeds/3474395287491706748/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11906160&amp;postID=3474395287491706748' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11906160/posts/default/3474395287491706748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11906160/posts/default/3474395287491706748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gbsdias.blogspot.com/2009/01/e-porque-tambm-ando-na-estrada.html' title='e porque também ando na estrada...'/><author><name>GNG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10980820661935925279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1nEPCCn6FU/SZL0AMS37pI/AAAAAAAAAHs/mkXUpYXI0j4/S220/foto-cv.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11906160.post-4990807276882780490</id><published>2009-01-02T12:59:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-12-09T14:04:17.031Z</updated><title type='text'>37 objectivos para 366 dias [02/01/2009 -&gt; 02/01/2010]</title><content type='html'>Inspirado em diversas listas de objectivos que por aí têm aparecido resolvi criar uma mas apenas com a duração de um ano... 1001 dias parece-me muito e 101 objectivos então...&lt;br /&gt;Não quis ser muito ambicioso, mas também não quis apenas coisas banais... é algo que certamente me vai custar a realizar, mas que sem dúvida que me tornarão muito mais feliz e melhor comigo mesmo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;formação pessoal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;del&gt; 1)&lt;/del&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;del&gt; acabar a dissertação&lt;/del&gt; [acabada e defendida (03/12/2009)]&lt;br /&gt;2) fazer um estágio profissional&lt;br /&gt;&lt;del&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; 3)&lt;/span&gt; ser promovido a bombeiro de 2ª&lt;/del&gt; [até deixou marcas na cara(31/05/2009)]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tempos livres&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) recomeçar a jogar xadrez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; 5)&lt;/span&gt; completar um puzzle de pelo menos 1500 peças&lt;br /&gt;6) fazer pelo menos uma caminhada por mês&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; 7)&lt;/span&gt; ler os livros que me deram no Natal [&lt;del&gt;Como Salvámos Sprite&lt;/del&gt; (30/12/2008); Aladino e a Lâmpada Mágica -  Histórias das 1001 Noites; A vida num sopro]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; 8)&lt;/span&gt; ler um livro do Eça de Queiroz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; 9) &lt;/span&gt;estudar alguns dos livros de xadrez que tenho (afinal aquilo custou dinheiro)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;saúde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;10)&lt;/span&gt; perder 10Kg [balança de casa 104Kg]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;del&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;11) &lt;/span&gt;não fumar&lt;/del&gt; [lembram-se do mastro da bandeira ;-) (desde 01/01/2009)]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;12) &lt;/span&gt;dar sangue regularmente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;13) &lt;/span&gt;correr pelo menos uma vez por semana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;amor &amp;amp; sexo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;14)&lt;/span&gt; encontrar alguém que me ature&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;15)&lt;/span&gt; fazer alguém muito feliz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;16) &lt;/span&gt;participar num menage com duas mulheres&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;17)&lt;/span&gt; experimentar pelo menos 5 posições sexuais novas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;18)&lt;/span&gt; fazer sexo num local publico&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;19)&lt;/span&gt; fazer um 69&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;aventura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;20)&lt;/span&gt; fazer escalada/rappel pelo menos uma vez por mês&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;21)&lt;/span&gt; conseguir descer a torre com oito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;22)&lt;/span&gt; viajar até ao estrangeiro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;23)&lt;/span&gt; ir a uma cidade onde nunca tenha ido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;24)&lt;/span&gt; começar uma conversa com um estranho que se sente ao meu lado durante uma viagem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;25)&lt;/span&gt; inter-rail no verão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;26)&lt;/span&gt; comer um vegetal que nunca tenha comido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;27)&lt;/span&gt; comer uma fruta que nunca tenha comido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;28)&lt;/span&gt; passar a passagem de ano num sítio diferente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;eu e os outros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;del&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;29)&lt;/span&gt; conseguir dizer às pessoas aquilo que sinto&lt;/del&gt; [um feito histórico (12/04/2009)]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;30)&lt;/span&gt; ser mais desinibido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;31)&lt;/span&gt; aumentar a confiança e auto-estima&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;32)&lt;/span&gt; conhecer novas pessoas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;33) &lt;/span&gt;ser incomparavelmente mais feliz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;34)&lt;/span&gt; arranjar um labrador&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;onde hei de pôr estes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;del&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;35)&lt;/span&gt; manter o carro limpo e lavá-lo com alguma frequência (mais do que duas vezes por ano)&lt;/del&gt; [até custou mas parece mais bonitinho agora... (24/04/2009)] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;36)&lt;/span&gt; renovar o guarda-roupa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;37)&lt;/span&gt; fazer uma nova lista de objectivos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11906160-4990807276882780490?l=gbsdias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gbsdias.blogspot.com/feeds/4990807276882780490/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11906160&amp;postID=4990807276882780490' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11906160/posts/default/4990807276882780490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11906160/posts/default/4990807276882780490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gbsdias.blogspot.com/2009/01/37-objectivos-para-366-dias-02012009.html' title='37 objectivos para 366 dias [02/01/2009 -&gt; 02/01/2010]'/><author><name>GNG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10980820661935925279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1nEPCCn6FU/SZL0AMS37pI/AAAAAAAAAHs/mkXUpYXI0j4/S220/foto-cv.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11906160.post-3919693741849355738</id><published>2008-12-20T16:42:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-12-20T16:48:47.224Z</updated><title type='text'>Objectivos...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://colorcubic.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2008/06/2009-print-preview-blog.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 355px;" src="http://colorcubic.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2008/06/2009-print-preview-blog.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Já vi publicado em alguns blogs uma lista de objectivos para realizar durante um sem número de dias e todos os dias se tentava cumprir um objectivo... Fico curioso e ao mesmo tempo intrigado com alguns objectivos que já li, quer a nível profissional, pessoal, académico, sexual e tudo e mais alguma coisa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posto isto, tenho andado a pensar numa coisa do género...só que quando se tratam de definir objectivos temos medo de escolher algo ousado ou, pedir só coisas simples de realizar, também não podem ser considerados objectivos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aceito sugestões...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11906160-3919693741849355738?l=gbsdias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gbsdias.blogspot.com/feeds/3919693741849355738/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11906160&amp;postID=3919693741849355738' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11906160/posts/default/3919693741849355738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11906160/posts/default/3919693741849355738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gbsdias.blogspot.com/2008/12/objectivos.html' title='Objectivos...'/><author><name>GNG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10980820661935925279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1nEPCCn6FU/SZL0AMS37pI/AAAAAAAAAHs/mkXUpYXI0j4/S220/foto-cv.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11906160.post-2513876181330212445</id><published>2008-11-26T12:40:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-11-26T12:59:17.925Z</updated><title type='text'>INEM 334/08</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1nEPCCn6FU/SS1EQfWGmTI/AAAAAAAAAEs/P_SZlmGXKbw/s1600-h/DSC02370.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1nEPCCn6FU/SS1EQfWGmTI/AAAAAAAAAEs/P_SZlmGXKbw/s400/DSC02370.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272945788803520818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Estão todos de parabéns!!! Foi duro, intenso, sofrido, trabalhoso mas sem dúvida alguma que vai ser nostálgico. Foram 4 semanas certinhas, com direito a domingo de folga, do nascer ao pôr do sol com direito a uma horinha para almoço... Fomos uma turma muito díspar, devido à formação e/ou experiências de cada um, mas nem isso nos conseguiu separar e laços fortes foram criados ;-)&lt;br /&gt;Equipa de formadores espectacular, exigentes e brutos como se pedia, que em algumas alturas nos fez vacilar, mas que graças a eles somos sem dúvida melhores tripulantes e com isso melhores pessoas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como por aí se vai ouvindo, tivemos sorte em ficar com o melhor coordenador! Feitio de polícia de profissão, mas que no fundo vai ficar sempre marcado a cada curso que dá... conseguiu ensinar-nos aquilo que sabia, dar-nos um pouco da experiência dele, conseguiu cativar-nos, conseguiu revoltar-nos...conseguiu com que chegássemos ao último dia e por último conseguiu largar uma lágrima na hora da despedida...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1nEPCCn6FU/SS1HrBTzhbI/AAAAAAAAAE0/nhW8KT4tpoU/s1600-h/DSC02381.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1nEPCCn6FU/SS1HrBTzhbI/AAAAAAAAAE0/nhW8KT4tpoU/s400/DSC02381.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272949543132169650" 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/11906160-2513876181330212445?l=gbsdias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gbsdias.blogspot.com/feeds/2513876181330212445/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11906160&amp;postID=2513876181330212445' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11906160/posts/default/2513876181330212445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11906160/posts/default/2513876181330212445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gbsdias.blogspot.com/2008/11/inem-33408.html' title='INEM 334/08'/><author><name>GNG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10980820661935925279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1nEPCCn6FU/SZL0AMS37pI/AAAAAAAAAHs/mkXUpYXI0j4/S220/foto-cv.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1nEPCCn6FU/SS1EQfWGmTI/AAAAAAAAAEs/P_SZlmGXKbw/s72-c/DSC02370.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11906160.post-7715996582924662685</id><published>2008-10-24T18:37:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T18:42:08.356+01:00</updated><title type='text'>PARABÉNS ;-)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1nEPCCn6FU/SQIIdRwsbGI/AAAAAAAAAEk/eedkuLuZe_8/s1600-h/DSC_8004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1nEPCCn6FU/SQIIdRwsbGI/AAAAAAAAAEk/eedkuLuZe_8/s400/DSC_8004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260776613799029858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;É porque foste papá!!! E à mamã que tirou a foto (acho que foi ela lol)!!! Era algo que já sonhavam e agora que o Tiaguinho nasceu que corra tudo da melhor forma... Já me disseram que era parecido com o pai...vou esperar para ver ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felicidades aos três...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11906160-7715996582924662685?l=gbsdias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gbsdias.blogspot.com/feeds/7715996582924662685/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11906160&amp;postID=7715996582924662685' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11906160/posts/default/7715996582924662685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11906160/posts/default/7715996582924662685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gbsdias.blogspot.com/2008/10/parabns.html' title='PARABÉNS ;-)'/><author><name>GNG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10980820661935925279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1nEPCCn6FU/SZL0AMS37pI/AAAAAAAAAHs/mkXUpYXI0j4/S220/foto-cv.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1nEPCCn6FU/SQIIdRwsbGI/AAAAAAAAAEk/eedkuLuZe_8/s72-c/DSC_8004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11906160.post-3791481565907604945</id><published>2008-09-25T15:54:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T21:27:55.559+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1nEPCCn6FU/SNumTFeFUiI/AAAAAAAAAEc/zlpe2GMY5IY/s1600-h/homens+e+anjos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1nEPCCn6FU/SNumTFeFUiI/AAAAAAAAAEc/zlpe2GMY5IY/s400/homens+e+anjos.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249972637446525474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Assombram-me um turbilhão de sentimentos, mil e uma ideias, sonhos até perder de vista e incertezas quanto baste...&lt;br /&gt;Há alturas em que todos procuramos um mero sinal, algo que nos diga, qualquer coisa que nos ajude a tomar decisões...que nos faça sentir apoio...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11906160-3791481565907604945?l=gbsdias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gbsdias.blogspot.com/feeds/3791481565907604945/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11906160&amp;postID=3791481565907604945' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11906160/posts/default/3791481565907604945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11906160/posts/default/3791481565907604945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gbsdias.blogspot.com/2008/09/assombram-me-um-turbilho-de-sentimentos.html' title=''/><author><name>GNG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10980820661935925279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1nEPCCn6FU/SZL0AMS37pI/AAAAAAAAAHs/mkXUpYXI0j4/S220/foto-cv.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1nEPCCn6FU/SNumTFeFUiI/AAAAAAAAAEc/zlpe2GMY5IY/s72-c/homens+e+anjos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11906160.post-4895175719094252331</id><published>2008-09-16T00:47:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T00:48:08.760+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1nEPCCn6FU/SM70HoXkv0I/AAAAAAAAAEU/BkhscEwRD2E/s1600-h/castelo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1nEPCCn6FU/SM70HoXkv0I/AAAAAAAAAEU/BkhscEwRD2E/s400/castelo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246399027865763650" 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/11906160-4895175719094252331?l=gbsdias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gbsdias.blogspot.com/feeds/4895175719094252331/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11906160&amp;postID=4895175719094252331' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11906160/posts/default/4895175719094252331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11906160/posts/default/4895175719094252331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gbsdias.blogspot.com/2008/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>GNG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10980820661935925279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1nEPCCn6FU/SZL0AMS37pI/AAAAAAAAAHs/mkXUpYXI0j4/S220/foto-cv.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1nEPCCn6FU/SM70HoXkv0I/AAAAAAAAAEU/BkhscEwRD2E/s72-c/castelo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11906160.post-5421500828840788287</id><published>2008-09-14T13:25:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T13:34:57.633+01:00</updated><title type='text'>! ! ! p a n t u f a s ! ! !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1nEPCCn6FU/SM0DFGeNa-I/AAAAAAAAAEM/XLDVgH0ygP0/s1600-h/13223726.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1nEPCCn6FU/SM0DFGeNa-I/AAAAAAAAAEM/XLDVgH0ygP0/s400/13223726.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245852527128046562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Isto tanto se quer inovar nos hidraulicos com corzinhas a condizer e tudo muito bonito...mas no fundo no fundo nada como o conforto de umas belas socas ou umas pantufas em forma de peluche...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cada falha na calçada ela tremia, qualquer inclinação superior a 2,5º abanava como tudo... para depois já não se conseguir mexer para dançar apenas com os olhos!!! IAS GANHANDO RAÍZES!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11906160-5421500828840788287?l=gbsdias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gbsdias.blogspot.com/feeds/5421500828840788287/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11906160&amp;postID=5421500828840788287' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11906160/posts/default/5421500828840788287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11906160/posts/default/5421500828840788287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gbsdias.blogspot.com/2008/09/p-n-t-u-f-s.html' title='! ! ! p a n t u f a s ! ! !'/><author><name>GNG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10980820661935925279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1nEPCCn6FU/SZL0AMS37pI/AAAAAAAAAHs/mkXUpYXI0j4/S220/foto-cv.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1nEPCCn6FU/SM0DFGeNa-I/AAAAAAAAAEM/XLDVgH0ygP0/s72-c/13223726.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11906160.post-3496783685552755106</id><published>2008-09-12T16:17:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T16:21:33.541+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Esta miuda é demais!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1nEPCCn6FU/SMqIRtrCn3I/AAAAAAAAAEE/QKCIn7oid5A/s1600-h/IMG_0092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1nEPCCn6FU/SMqIRtrCn3I/AAAAAAAAAEE/QKCIn7oid5A/s400/IMG_0092.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245154553925640050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Está feito... Já pus uma foto tua no meu blog e com isto actualizei aquilo que já não mexia há mais de um 1 mês...&lt;br /&gt;Verdade seja dita que fiz este post porque fui ameaçado e caso não o fizesse podia ficar a pé, apanhar porrada e quem sabe que outras coisas me podiam acontecer...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11906160-3496783685552755106?l=gbsdias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gbsdias.blogspot.com/feeds/3496783685552755106/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11906160&amp;postID=3496783685552755106' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11906160/posts/default/3496783685552755106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yZIummTz9mM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" autoplay="1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yZIummTz9mM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dreamed I was missing&lt;br /&gt;You were so scared.&lt;br /&gt;But no one would listen&lt;br /&gt;Cuz' no one else cared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my dreaming&lt;br /&gt;I woke with this fear.&lt;br /&gt;What am I leaveing,&lt;br /&gt;When I am done here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you're asking me I want you to know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my time comes&lt;br /&gt;Forget the wrong that i've done&lt;br /&gt;Help me leave behind some reason to be missed.&lt;br /&gt;And don't resent me&lt;br /&gt;And when you're feeling empty&lt;br /&gt;Keep me in your memory&lt;br /&gt;Leave out all the rest,Leave out all the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be afraid&lt;br /&gt;Of taking my beatings&lt;br /&gt;Of shit behind me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm strong on the surface&lt;br /&gt;Not all the way through.&lt;br /&gt;I've never been perfect&lt;br /&gt;But neither have you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you're asking me I want you to know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my time comes&lt;br /&gt;Forget the wrong that i've done&lt;br /&gt;Help me leave behind some reason to be missed.&lt;br /&gt;And don't resent me&lt;br /&gt;And when you're feeling empty&lt;br /&gt;Keep me in your memory&lt;br /&gt;Leave out all the rest,Leave out all the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgetting&lt;br /&gt;All the hurt inside you've learned to hide so well.&lt;br /&gt;Pretending&lt;br /&gt;Someone else can come and save me from myself.&lt;br /&gt;I can't be who you are...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my time comes&lt;br /&gt;Forget the wrong that i've done&lt;br /&gt;Help me leave behind some reason to be missed.&lt;br /&gt;And don't resent me&lt;br /&gt;And when you're feeling empty&lt;br /&gt;Keep me in your memory&lt;br /&gt;Leave out all the rest,Leave out all the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgetting&lt;br /&gt;All the hurt inside you've learned to hide so well.&lt;br /&gt;Pretending&lt;br /&gt;Someone else can come and save me from myself.&lt;br /&gt;I can't be who you are.&lt;br /&gt;I can't be who you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11906160-4245333638576128433?l=gbsdias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gbsdias.blogspot.com/feeds/4245333638576128433/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11906160&amp;postID=4245333638576128433' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11906160/posts/default/4245333638576128433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11906160/posts/default/4245333638576128433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gbsdias.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-cant-be-who-you-are.html' title='I can&apos;t be who you are...'/><author><name>GNG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10980820661935925279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1nEPCCn6FU/SZL0AMS37pI/AAAAAAAAAHs/mkXUpYXI0j4/S220/foto-cv.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11906160.post-820063169254418856</id><published>2008-06-24T12:55:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:51:22.616Z</updated><title type='text'>O Amor jamais acabará...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1nEPCCn6FU/SGDhSwJ9M3I/AAAAAAAAAD8/2R6vcCfI5_Q/s1600-h/DSC_7654.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1nEPCCn6FU/SGDhSwJ9M3I/AAAAAAAAAD8/2R6vcCfI5_Q/s400/DSC_7654.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215416080775590770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;Quando veio,&lt;br /&gt;Mostrou-me as maos vazias,&lt;br /&gt;As maos como os meus dias,&lt;br /&gt;Tao leves e banais.&lt;br /&gt;E pediu-me&lt;br /&gt;Que lhe levasse o medo,&lt;br /&gt;Eu disse-lhe um segredo:&lt;br /&gt;«Nao partas nunca mais»&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E dancou,&lt;br /&gt;Rodou no chao molhado,&lt;br /&gt;Num beijo apertado&lt;br /&gt;De barco contra o cais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E uma asa voa&lt;br /&gt;A cada beijo teu,&lt;br /&gt;Esta noite&lt;br /&gt;Sou dono do céu,&lt;br /&gt;E eu nao sei quem te perdeu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abracou-me&lt;br /&gt;Como se abraca o tempo,&lt;br /&gt;A vida num momento&lt;br /&gt;Em gestos nunca iguais.&lt;br /&gt;E parou,&lt;br /&gt;Cantou contra o meu peito,&lt;br /&gt;Num beijo imperfeito&lt;br /&gt;Roubado nos umbrais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E partiu,&lt;br /&gt;Sem me dizer o nome,&lt;br /&gt;Levando-me o perfume&lt;br /&gt;De tantas noites mais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E uma asa voa&lt;br /&gt;A cada beijo teu,&lt;br /&gt;Esta noite&lt;br /&gt;Sou dono do céu,&lt;br /&gt;E eu nao sei quem te perdeu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/T1Q6WPhsSug&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/T1Q6WPhsSug&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11906160-820063169254418856?l=gbsdias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gbsdias.blogspot.com/feeds/820063169254418856/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11906160&amp;postID=820063169254418856' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11906160/posts/default/820063169254418856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11906160/posts/default/820063169254418856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gbsdias.blogspot.com/2008/06/o-amor-jamais-acabar.html' title='O Amor jamais acabará...'/><author><name>GNG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10980820661935925279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1nEPCCn6FU/SZL0AMS37pI/AAAAAAAAAHs/mkXUpYXI0j4/S220/foto-cv.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1nEPCCn6FU/SGDhSwJ9M3I/AAAAAAAAAD8/2R6vcCfI5_Q/s72-c/DSC_7654.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11906160.post-2284375641506335687</id><published>2008-06-18T16:06:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:51:22.749Z</updated><title type='text'>Um serão altamente...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1nEPCCn6FU/SFklGROylRI/AAAAAAAAAD0/GI6MoNrn6hk/s1600-h/descida+torre.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1nEPCCn6FU/SFklGROylRI/AAAAAAAAAD0/GI6MoNrn6hk/s400/descida+torre.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213238833292940562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confesso que já andava há algum tempo para treinar isto (as experiências anteriores ainda não tinha idade para ter juízo...) e foi ontém que decidir pegar no material e ganhar algum à-vontade!!! Desafio descer a querida torre e tentar subir a mesma...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A ideia lá de cima não me pareceu tão boa quanto a original ainda cá em baixo...não sei porquê mas ainda cá estou...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Equipamento montado (eu achei que era pouco e queria mais) e lá fomos nós escada acima para começar por descer... Após eu ter questionado tudo e mais alguma coisa sobre a segurança foi a altura de passar para o lado de fora do parapeito...sempre com os pés bem assentes no chão e mãos pregadas a tudo que era possivel...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Após alguns minutos de taquicárdia, hiperventilação e sudorese lá consegui largar-me de tudo e manter os olhos abertos... Conclusão após 3 descidas e 1/3 de subidas ficam para a história alguns momentos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luís (L): Confias no material?&lt;br /&gt;GNG (G): NÃO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(G): Diz ao Carlos Pereira que o serviço é para aqui!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(G): OLHA AÍÍÍÍÍ QUE ESTOU A ANDAR DE LADO!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(G): E como é que eu faço agora na janela?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(G): Isto não é muito agradável! (após ter entrado janela adentro aos tombos)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(G): Já não consigo subir mais...e agora como é que desço?&lt;br /&gt;(L): Tiras o mosquetão.&lt;br /&gt;(G): Tu deves estar mas é doido..eu daqui não tiro nada!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(G): OLHA QUE O TRAVÃO ESTÁ A DESANDAR!!! (enquanto tentava trepar a corda)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(G): Chega para lá que eu estou a cagar a parede ao homem.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11906160-2284375641506335687?l=gbsdias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gbsdias.blogspot.com/feeds/2284375641506335687/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11906160&amp;postID=2284375641506335687' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11906160/posts/default/2284375641506335687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11906160/posts/default/2284375641506335687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gbsdias.blogspot.com/2008/06/um-sero-altamente.html' title='Um serão altamente...'/><author><name>GNG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10980820661935925279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1nEPCCn6FU/SZL0AMS37pI/AAAAAAAAAHs/mkXUpYXI0j4/S220/foto-cv.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1nEPCCn6FU/SFklGROylRI/AAAAAAAAAD0/GI6MoNrn6hk/s72-c/descida+torre.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11906160.post-6354356366460547254</id><published>2008-06-12T09:56:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T10:00:42.211+01:00</updated><title type='text'>"Somewhere I Belong"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hyf_UWxBCFU&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hyf_UWxBCFU&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(When this began)&lt;br /&gt;I had nothing to say&lt;br /&gt;And I get lost in the nothingness inside of me&lt;br /&gt;(I was confused)&lt;br /&gt;And I let it all out to find&lt;br /&gt;That I’m not the only person with these things in mind&lt;br /&gt;(Inside of me)&lt;br /&gt;But all the vacancy the words revealed&lt;br /&gt;Is the only real thing that I’ve got left to feel&lt;br /&gt;(Nothing to lose)&lt;br /&gt;Just stuck/ hollow and alone&lt;br /&gt;And the fault is my own, and the fault is my own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna heal, I wanna feel what I thought was never real&lt;br /&gt;I wanna let go of the pain I’ve held so long&lt;br /&gt;(Erase all the pain till it’s gone)&lt;br /&gt;I wanna heal, I wanna feel like I’m close to something real&lt;br /&gt;I wanna find something I’ve wanted all along&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere I belong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I’ve got nothing to say&lt;br /&gt;I can’t believe I didn’t fall right down on my face&lt;br /&gt;(I was confused)&lt;br /&gt;Looking everywhere only to find&lt;br /&gt;That it’s not the way I had imagined it all in my mind&lt;br /&gt;(So what am I)&lt;br /&gt;What do I have but negativity&lt;br /&gt;’Cause I can’t justify the way, everyone is looking at me&lt;br /&gt;(Nothing to lose)&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to gain/ hollow and alone&lt;br /&gt;And the fault is my own, and the fault is my own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Repeat Chorus]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will never know myself until I do this on my own&lt;br /&gt;And I will never feel anything else, until my wounds are healed&lt;br /&gt;I will never be anything till I break away from me&lt;br /&gt;I will break away, I'll find myself today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Repeat Chorus]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna heal, I wanna feel like I’m somewhere I belong&lt;br /&gt;I wanna heal, I wanna feel like I’m somewhere I belong&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere I belong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11906160-6354356366460547254?l=gbsdias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gbsdias.blogspot.com/feeds/6354356366460547254/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11906160&amp;postID=6354356366460547254' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11906160/posts/default/6354356366460547254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11906160/posts/default/6354356366460547254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gbsdias.blogspot.com/2008/06/somewhere-i-belong.html' title='&quot;Somewhere I Belong&quot;'/><author><name>GNG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10980820661935925279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1nEPCCn6FU/SZL0AMS37pI/AAAAAAAAAHs/mkXUpYXI0j4/S220/foto-cv.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11906160.post-8968321422075659662</id><published>2008-06-04T10:56:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T11:03:15.104+01:00</updated><title type='text'>uma sms gira...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Estava eu aqui tão concentrado (espero que consigam imaginar o quanto!!!) quando recebo uma sms que decidi partilhar convosco...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Ainda és vivo? E o aniversário? Já és Sr. Eng?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ainda gastei algum tempo a olhar para isto pelo que decidi responder...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Achas mesmo?! os meus pais disseram-me que nasci em Janeiro&lt;br /&gt;e eu acredito!Não sou Eng. mas sinceramente&lt;br /&gt;começo a ficar farto deles!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Bem hajam!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11906160-8968321422075659662?l=gbsdias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gbsdias.blogspot.com/feeds/8968321422075659662/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11906160&amp;postID=8968321422075659662' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11906160/posts/default/8968321422075659662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11906160/posts/default/8968321422075659662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gbsdias.blogspot.com/2008/06/uma-sms-gira.html' title='uma sms gira...'/><author><name>GNG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10980820661935925279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1nEPCCn6FU/SZL0AMS37pI/AAAAAAAAAHs/mkXUpYXI0j4/S220/foto-cv.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11906160.post-4464365244269591498</id><published>2008-06-01T15:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T15:08:08.591+01:00</updated><title type='text'>One of these mornings...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dQMml0Pfokg&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dQMml0Pfokg&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11906160-4464365244269591498?l=gbsdias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gbsdias.blogspot.com/feeds/4464365244269591498/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11906160&amp;postID=4464365244269591498' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11906160/posts/default/4464365244269591498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11906160/posts/default/4464365244269591498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gbsdias.blogspot.com/2008/06/one-of-these-mornings.html' title='One of these mornings...'/><author><name>GNG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10980820661935925279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1nEPCCn6FU/SZL0AMS37pI/AAAAAAAAAHs/mkXUpYXI0j4/S220/foto-cv.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11906160.post-5360261291859163363</id><published>2008-05-28T00:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T00:20:05.568+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Corrida Rolamentos Bombeiros Leiria</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/i0gmwbczY40&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/i0gmwbczY40&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;simplesmente genial...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11906160-5360261291859163363?l=gbsdias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gbsdias.blogspot.com/feeds/5360261291859163363/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11906160&amp;postID=5360261291859163363' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11906160/posts/default/5360261291859163363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11906160/posts/default/5360261291859163363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gbsdias.blogspot.com/2008/05/corrida-rolamentos-bombeiros-leiria.html' title='Corrida Rolamentos Bombeiros Leiria'/><author><name>GNG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10980820661935925279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1nEPCCn6FU/SZL0AMS37pI/AAAAAAAAAHs/mkXUpYXI0j4/S220/foto-cv.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11906160.post-3569743433706718497</id><published>2008-05-25T16:57:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T16:59:38.500+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Se fosse uma série de TV mítica qual seria?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="200"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bgcolor="#115bb0"&gt;&lt;a href="http://radiocomercial.clix.pt/animar/testes/serie_tv/index.aspx" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://radiocomercial.clix.pt/animar/testes/serie_tv/images/resposta_b.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Você é um O Justiceiro:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; Você tem a mania que é muito cool...mas por vezes fica-se pela mania. Pode haver quem o considere foleiro, mas no fundo é porque não compreendem o seu sentido estético. Você gosta de salvar o dia, mas admita lá: é porque adora a atenção, não é?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11906160-3569743433706718497?l=gbsdias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gbsdias.blogspot.com/feeds/3569743433706718497/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11906160&amp;postID=3569743433706718497' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11906160/posts/default/3569743433706718497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11906160/posts/default/3569743433706718497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gbsdias.blogspot.com/2008/05/se-fosse-uma-srie-de-tv-mtica-qual.html' title='Se fosse uma série de TV mítica qual seria?'/><author><name>GNG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10980820661935925279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1nEPCCn6FU/SZL0AMS37pI/AAAAAAAAAHs/mkXUpYXI0j4/S220/foto-cv.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11906160.post-8904523813828868056</id><published>2008-05-22T15:24:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:51:23.047Z</updated><title type='text'>Nem aos feriados...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1nEPCCn6FU/SDWCaaRQ0II/AAAAAAAAADs/zhdOH3WFT7E/s1600-h/Picture4+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1nEPCCn6FU/SDWCaaRQ0II/AAAAAAAAADs/zhdOH3WFT7E/s400/Picture4+008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203208334736412802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nada mais decadente do que ter que vir para a faculdade num feriado :-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isto é uma lista infindável de coisas para fazer que dá com qualquer um em doido...eu é que já não consigo ficar pior...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preciso de férias!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P.S.: PARABÉNS AVÔ!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11906160-8904523813828868056?l=gbsdias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gbsdias.blogspot.com/feeds/8904523813828868056/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11906160&amp;postID=8904523813828868056' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11906160/posts/default/8904523813828868056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11906160/posts/default/8904523813828868056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gbsdias.blogspot.com/2008/05/nem-aos-feriados.html' title='Nem aos feriados...'/><author><name>GNG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10980820661935925279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1nEPCCn6FU/SZL0AMS37pI/AAAAAAAAAHs/mkXUpYXI0j4/S220/foto-cv.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1nEPCCn6FU/SDWCaaRQ0II/AAAAAAAAADs/zhdOH3WFT7E/s72-c/Picture4+008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11906160.post-5417916478093266332</id><published>2008-05-21T10:37:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:51:23.216Z</updated><title type='text'>Where you sit in class</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1nEPCCn6FU/SDPtqY2mu4I/AAAAAAAAADk/TmHJoZ7akXs/s1600-h/PHDComics+-+Where+you+sit+in+class.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1nEPCCn6FU/SDPtqY2mu4I/AAAAAAAAADk/TmHJoZ7akXs/s400/PHDComics+-+Where+you+sit+in+class.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202763307024825218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Achei isto super interessante...tirando um pequeno pormenor... eu tenho sono independentemente do lugar onde me sento!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11906160-5417916478093266332?l=gbsdias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gbsdias.blogspot.com/feeds/5417916478093266332/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11906160&amp;postID=5417916478093266332' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11906160/posts/default/5417916478093266332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11906160/posts/default/5417916478093266332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gbsdias.blogspot.com/2008/05/where-you-sit-in-class.html' title='Where you sit in class'/><author><name>GNG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10980820661935925279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1nEPCCn6FU/SZL0AMS37pI/AAAAAAAAAHs/mkXUpYXI0j4/S220/foto-cv.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1nEPCCn6FU/SDPtqY2mu4I/AAAAAAAAADk/TmHJoZ7akXs/s72-c/PHDComics+-+Where+you+sit+in+class.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11906160.post-5128282582956364366</id><published>2008-05-18T21:47:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:51:23.425Z</updated><title type='text'>A criar anticorpos..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1nEPCCn6FU/SDCWU42mu3I/AAAAAAAAADc/deoekzUNZIc/s1600-h/20161401.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1nEPCCn6FU/SDCWU42mu3I/AAAAAAAAADc/deoekzUNZIc/s400/20161401.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201822855215889266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Quem conhece o inimigo e se conhece a si mesmo, em cem batalhas nunca será derrotado."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Quem não conhece o inimigo mas se conhece a si mesmo, terá iguais probabilidades de vitórias e de derrotas"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Quem não conhece o inimigo nem se conhece a si mesmo será derrotado em todas as batalhas"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sun Tzu (500a.C)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11906160-5128282582956364366?l=gbsdias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gbsdias.blogspot.com/feeds/5128282582956364366/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11906160&amp;postID=5128282582956364366' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11906160/posts/default/5128282582956364366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11906160/posts/default/5128282582956364366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gbsdias.blogspot.com/2008/05/criar-anticorpos.html' title='A criar anticorpos..'/><author><name>GNG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10980820661935925279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1nEPCCn6FU/SZL0AMS37pI/AAAAAAAAAHs/mkXUpYXI0j4/S220/foto-cv.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1nEPCCn6FU/SDCWU42mu3I/AAAAAAAAADc/deoekzUNZIc/s72-c/20161401.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11906160.post-1697810580777479923</id><published>2008-05-16T15:40:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T15:42:49.299+01:00</updated><title type='text'>"Prefiero morir de pie, a vivir arrodillado."</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GxtwzU0-wPM&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GxtwzU0-wPM&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hasta Siempre - Comandante Che Guevara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11906160-1697810580777479923?l=gbsdias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gbsdias.blogspot.com/feeds/1697810580777479923/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11906160&amp;postID=1697810580777479923' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11906160/posts/default/1697810580777479923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11906160/posts/default/1697810580777479923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gbsdias.blogspot.com/2008/05/prefiero-morir-de-pie-vivir-arrodillado.html' title='&quot;Prefiero morir de pie, a vivir arrodillado.&quot;'/><author><name>GNG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10980820661935925279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1nEPCCn6FU/SZL0AMS37pI/AAAAAAAAAHs/mkXUpYXI0j4/S220/foto-cv.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11906160.post-4554519189555084082</id><published>2008-05-12T13:27:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:51:23.557Z</updated><title type='text'>O Tempo foge...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1nEPCCn6FU/SCg33Y2mu2I/AAAAAAAAADU/X2uyjFu-vgs/s1600-h/Picture2+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1nEPCCn6FU/SCg33Y2mu2I/AAAAAAAAADU/X2uyjFu-vgs/s400/Picture2+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199467194503052130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Tempo foge-nos... Certamente nunca nos demos a pensar nisso, e quando o fazemos por ventura já será tarde demais... Preocupamo-nos demasiado com coisas fúteis e nem damos conta daquilo que estamos a perder...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque só temos esta vida... e caso ainda não tenham dado conta já começou há algum tempo!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11906160-4554519189555084082?l=gbsdias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gbsdias.blogspot.com/feeds/4554519189555084082/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11906160&amp;postID=4554519189555084082' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11906160/posts/default/4554519189555084082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11906160/posts/default/4554519189555084082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gbsdias.blogspot.com/2008/05/o-tempo-foge.html' title='O Tempo foge...'/><author><name>GNG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10980820661935925279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1nEPCCn6FU/SZL0AMS37pI/AAAAAAAAAHs/mkXUpYXI0j4/S220/foto-cv.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1nEPCCn6FU/SCg33Y2mu2I/AAAAAAAAADU/X2uyjFu-vgs/s72-c/Picture2+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11906160.post-7683764227071723714</id><published>2008-05-09T23:38:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:51:23.699Z</updated><title type='text'>Sexta-feira...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1nEPCCn6FU/SCTSuQbqakI/AAAAAAAAADM/zdM2dZFRfxA/s1600-h/24225146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1nEPCCn6FU/SCTSuQbqakI/AAAAAAAAADM/zdM2dZFRfxA/s400/24225146.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198511562019203650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sexta-feira... Mais uma viagem até Leiria, mais um bocadinho passado junto da família e dos amigos ;-) Já não estou contigo há algum tempo...mesmo muito, mas acho que também não vai ser este fim-de-semana pelo andar da carruagem lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O final das aulas aproxima-se...a coisa boa é a pouca distância até ao fim, o menos bom é as datas limites de entrega trabalhos e mais trabalhos e o que ainda falta fazer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um beijinho lindo e doce para ti...sabes que é em ti que eu penso...se não sabes qualquer dia ficas farta de saber ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;             A distância impede que eu te veja, mas não impede que              eu te ame.  (Luiz Carlos Ijalbert)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11906160-7683764227071723714?l=gbsdias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gbsdias.blogspot.com/feeds/7683764227071723714/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11906160&amp;postID=7683764227071723714' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11906160/posts/default/7683764227071723714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11906160/posts/default/7683764227071723714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gbsdias.blogspot.com/2008/05/sexta-feira.html' title='Sexta-feira...'/><author><name>GNG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10980820661935925279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1nEPCCn6FU/SZL0AMS37pI/AAAAAAAAAHs/mkXUpYXI0j4/S220/foto-cv.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1nEPCCn6FU/SCTSuQbqakI/AAAAAAAAADM/zdM2dZFRfxA/s72-c/24225146.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11906160.post-5785021789018032600</id><published>2008-05-07T09:17:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:51:23.867Z</updated><title type='text'>tempos difíceis...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1nEPCCn6FU/SCFmhpLuCtI/AAAAAAAAADE/Zf1kCF8tO5o/s1600-h/Picture+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1nEPCCn6FU/SCFmhpLuCtI/AAAAAAAAADE/Zf1kCF8tO5o/s400/Picture+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197548173138987730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isto tem custado... Trabalho vindo de todos os lados, o tempo aperta e sinceramente não sei se vou conseguir estar à altura...mesmo tendo chegado a este ponto, não queria desiludir nada nem ninguém :'-(  Sinto que não estás bem, sinto-me distante...já nem sei o que sinto!!! Aliás sei, difícil é transformá-lo em palavras...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E porque hoje é quarta feira &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20'01''50&lt;/span&gt; (obrigado linda pela força que me tens dado)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.: esta música é de um dos melhores concertos de sempre...linda mesmo!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lUCdDzfEsF4&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lUCdDzfEsF4&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I sit and wait&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Does an angel contemplate my fate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And do they know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The places where we go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When we're grey and old&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Cos I've been told&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That salvation lets their wings unfold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So when I'm lying in my bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thoughts running through my head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And I feel that love is dead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm loving angels instead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And through it all she offers me protection&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A lot of love and affection&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Whether I'm right or wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And down the waterfall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wherever it may take me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I know that life won't break me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When I come to call she won't forsake me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm loving angels instead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When I'm feeling weak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And my pain walks down a one way street&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I look above&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And I know I'll always be blessed with love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And as the feeling grows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She breathes flesh to my bones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And when love is dead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm loving angels instead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And through it all she offers me protection&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A lot of love and affection&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Whether I'm right or wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And down the waterfall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wherever it may take me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I know that life won't break me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When I come to call she won't forsake me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm loving angels instead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And through it all she offers me protection&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A lot of love and affection&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Whether I'm right or wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And down the waterfall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wherever it may take me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I know that life won't break me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When I come to call she won't forsake me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm loving angels instead&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11906160-5785021789018032600?l=gbsdias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gbsdias.blogspot.com/feeds/5785021789018032600/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11906160&amp;postID=5785021789018032600' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11906160/posts/default/5785021789018032600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11906160/posts/default/5785021789018032600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gbsdias.blogspot.com/2008/05/tempos-difceis.html' title='tempos difíceis...'/><author><name>GNG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10980820661935925279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1nEPCCn6FU/SZL0AMS37pI/AAAAAAAAAHs/mkXUpYXI0j4/S220/foto-cv.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1nEPCCn6FU/SCFmhpLuCtI/AAAAAAAAADE/Zf1kCF8tO5o/s72-c/Picture+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11906160.post-4181492522929224465</id><published>2008-05-06T11:00:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T11:13:33.011+01:00</updated><title type='text'>À deriva...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5y7p06f0EWo&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5y7p06f0EWo&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma das piores coisas que nos pode acontecer é darmos connosco à espera que o tempo passe esperando que o futuro nos traga qualquer coisa... Esta vida é curta, muito curta, e se não formos nós a fazer algo dela mais ninguém o faz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinto-me perdido... É em ti que penso quando estou mal, é nos momentos que posso vir a viver contigo que vou buscar a força para aguentar mais uns minutos...e escusado será dizer que quando estás mal não consigo pensar em mais nada...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ensinaste-me que nada é impossivel, que tudo só depende de nós, que vale sempre a pena lutar...mas mesmo assim sinto-te distante e acho que me encontro numa luta desigual...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gostava de ter forças de lutar por ti... gostava de saber que ia valer a pena...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Can bring me to my knees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; All the times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; That I could beg you please&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; In vain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; All the times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; That I felt insecure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; For you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And I leave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; My burdens at the door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; But I'm on the outside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And I'm looking in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I can see through you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; See your true colors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; 'Cause inside you're ugly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You're ugly like me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I can see through you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; See to the real you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; All the times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; That I felt like this won't end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; It's for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And I taste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; What I could never have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; It was from you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; All the times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; That I cried&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; My intentions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Were full of pride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; All I waste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; More time than anyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; But I'm on the outside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And I'm looking in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I can see through you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; See your true colors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; 'Cause inside you're ugly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You're ugly like me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I can see through you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; See to the real you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; All the times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; That I've cried&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; All this wasted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; It's all inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And I feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; All this pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Stuffed it down &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; It's back again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And I lie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Here in bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; All alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I can't mend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; But I feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Tomorrow will be okay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; But I'm on the outside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And I'm looking in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I can see through you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; See your true colors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; 'Cause inside you're ugly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You're ugly like me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I can see through you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; See to the real you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11906160-4181492522929224465?l=gbsdias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gbsdias.blogspot.com/feeds/4181492522929224465/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11906160&amp;postID=4181492522929224465' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11906160/posts/default/4181492522929224465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11906160/posts/default/4181492522929224465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gbsdias.blogspot.com/2008/05/deriva.html' title='À deriva...'/><author><name>GNG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10980820661935925279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1nEPCCn6FU/SZL0AMS37pI/AAAAAAAAAHs/mkXUpYXI0j4/S220/foto-cv.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11906160.post-2774268129399215849</id><published>2008-05-05T11:41:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:51:24.065Z</updated><title type='text'>vai um gaijo correr para ganhar saúde e acaba quase morto!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1nEPCCn6FU/SB7kbpLuCsI/AAAAAAAAAC8/KclgRysXXjI/s1600-h/300px-Lisboa_-_Expo98_-_Vista_Geral.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1nEPCCn6FU/SB7kbpLuCsI/AAAAAAAAAC8/KclgRysXXjI/s400/300px-Lisboa_-_Expo98_-_Vista_Geral.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196842183594740418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confesso que por desleixo estive paradito mais de uma semana e hoje isso saiu-me bem caro... Verdade que consegui bater o meu record pessoal, que se encontra agora na fasquia de 20'35'13!!! A meio do percurso tinha gasto sensivelmente 9'30'' por isso ainda existe uma quebra de ritmo mas se vissem como isto estava ao principio LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isto durante todo o percurso aquilo em que mais se pensa é em desistir, mas se imaginarem a euforia e o ego que aumenta de uma forma exponêncial tudo vale a pena... No final de tudo sentimo-nos capazes de tudo e mais alguma coisa... Isto basicamente é tentar manter a passada (independentemente do vento LOL), estabilizar o pulso entre as 160 e as 165bpm e o resto é força de vontade ou o sonho que nos orientam...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No final estamos de rastos...quase mortos, mas tudo pela saúde...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11906160-2774268129399215849?l=gbsdias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gbsdias.blogspot.com/feeds/2774268129399215849/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11906160&amp;postID=2774268129399215849' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11906160/posts/default/2774268129399215849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11906160/posts/default/2774268129399215849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gbsdias.blogspot.com/2008/05/vai-um-gaijo-correr-para-ganhar-sade-e.html' title='vai um gaijo correr para ganhar saúde e acaba quase morto!!!'/><author><name>GNG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10980820661935925279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1nEPCCn6FU/SZL0AMS37pI/AAAAAAAAAHs/mkXUpYXI0j4/S220/foto-cv.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1nEPCCn6FU/SB7kbpLuCsI/AAAAAAAAAC8/KclgRysXXjI/s72-c/300px-Lisboa_-_Expo98_-_Vista_Geral.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11906160.post-1661823002630821184</id><published>2008-05-02T16:10:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T16:28:12.839+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Gosto de ti não só por aquilo que és...mas por aquilo que eu sou quando estou contigo!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zMrs9tDNS1E&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zMrs9tDNS1E&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isto é daquele tipo de coisas que todos sabemos à partida, mas nem sempre imaginamos o quanto nos vais custar... É sempre tudo mais fácil para quem está a acompanhar por fora do que para os verdadeiros actores que o sentem na pele...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem nunca se sentiu apaixonado?! Reparar que começamos a dizer coisas estúpidas, ver alguém com outros olhos, interpretar de outra forma os seus gestos...enfim ver o Mundo com outros olhos... Muitas vezes sabemos que é algo que não vai dar certo, e estamos destinados a mudar...mas é algo que nos é completamente alheio...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinto que quero estar a teu lado, pois nesses instantes sou uma pessoa diferente...se calhar mais parva, mais estúpida mas sou diferente e é por aquilo que sinto por ti, esquisito mas é assim ;-) O pior mesmo é lidar com a tua ausência...&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11906160-1661823002630821184?l=gbsdias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gbsdias.blogspot.com/feeds/1661823002630821184/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11906160&amp;postID=1661823002630821184' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11906160/posts/default/1661823002630821184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11906160/posts/default/1661823002630821184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gbsdias.blogspot.com/2008/05/gosto-de-ti-no-s-por-aquilo-que-smas.html' title='Gosto de ti não só por aquilo que és...mas por aquilo que eu sou quando estou contigo!!!'/><author><name>GNG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10980820661935925279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1nEPCCn6FU/SZL0AMS37pI/AAAAAAAAAHs/mkXUpYXI0j4/S220/foto-cv.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11906160.post-9194966721579724684</id><published>2008-04-30T11:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T11:36:50.777+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A vida é apenas um passeio...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Pb1XXs7e7ac&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Pb1XXs7e7ac&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have climbed highest mountains&lt;br /&gt;I have run through the fields&lt;br /&gt;Only to be with you&lt;br /&gt;Only to be with you&lt;br /&gt;I have run&lt;br /&gt;I have crawled&lt;br /&gt;I have scaled these city walls&lt;br /&gt;These city walls&lt;br /&gt;Only to be with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I still haven't found what I'm looking for&lt;br /&gt;But I still haven't found what I'm looking for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have kissed honey lips&lt;br /&gt;Felt the healing fingertips&lt;br /&gt;It burned like a fire&lt;br /&gt;This burning desire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have spoke with the tongues of angels&lt;br /&gt;I have held the hand of a devil&lt;br /&gt;It was warm in the night&lt;br /&gt;I was cold as a stone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I still haven't found what I'm looking for&lt;br /&gt;But I still haven't found what I'm looking for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe in the Kingdom Come&lt;br /&gt;When all the colors will bleed into one&lt;br /&gt;Bleed into one&lt;br /&gt;Well, yes I'm still running&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You broke the bonds&lt;br /&gt;And you loosened the chains&lt;br /&gt;Carried the cross&lt;br /&gt;Of all my shame&lt;br /&gt;all my shame&lt;br /&gt;You know I believe it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I still haven't found what I'm looking for&lt;br /&gt;But I still haven't found what I'm looking for&lt;br /&gt;But I still haven't found what I'm looking for&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11906160-9194966721579724684?l=gbsdias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gbsdias.blogspot.com/feeds/9194966721579724684/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11906160&amp;postID=9194966721579724684' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11906160/posts/default/9194966721579724684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11906160/posts/default/9194966721579724684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gbsdias.blogspot.com/2008/04/vida-apenas-um-passeio.html' title='A vida é apenas um passeio...'/><author><name>GNG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10980820661935925279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1nEPCCn6FU/SZL0AMS37pI/AAAAAAAAAHs/mkXUpYXI0j4/S220/foto-cv.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11906160.post-970434900990293473</id><published>2008-04-28T19:41:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:51:24.249Z</updated><title type='text'>Diário de uma descida anunciada...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1nEPCCn6FU/SBYau5LuCrI/AAAAAAAAACc/-gDClcvJFKc/s1600-h/27153544.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1nEPCCn6FU/SBYau5LuCrI/AAAAAAAAACc/-gDClcvJFKc/s400/27153544.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194368613144726194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Quase na hora da despedida muita coisa há a recordar... muitas das vezes com sacrifício próprio (cada vez o fim de semana fica mais curto) mas quase sempre com gosto e por gosto... Quem nunca passou por lá não consegue imaginar o ambiente que se vive em nada comparado com o que no relvado se vai passando... É este o espírito que não pode morrer connosco ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Equipa 1 a espalhar magia....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11906160-970434900990293473?l=gbsdias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gbsdias.blogspot.com/feeds/970434900990293473/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11906160&amp;postID=970434900990293473' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11906160/posts/default/970434900990293473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11906160/posts/default/970434900990293473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gbsdias.blogspot.com/2008/04/dirio-de-uma-descida-anunciada.html' title='Diário de uma descida anunciada...'/><author><name>GNG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10980820661935925279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1nEPCCn6FU/SZL0AMS37pI/AAAAAAAAAHs/mkXUpYXI0j4/S220/foto-cv.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1nEPCCn6FU/SBYau5LuCrI/AAAAAAAAACc/-gDClcvJFKc/s72-c/27153544.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11906160.post-1349907681508984013</id><published>2008-04-26T19:37:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T19:38:33.261+01:00</updated><title type='text'>There’s only one thing you should know, I've put my trust in you...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aZp2jAdBu1o&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aZp2jAdBu1o&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11906160-1349907681508984013?l=gbsdias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gbsdias.blogspot.com/feeds/1349907681508984013/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11906160&amp;postID=1349907681508984013' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11906160/posts/default/1349907681508984013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11906160/posts/default/1349907681508984013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gbsdias.blogspot.com/2008/04/theres-only-one-thing-you-should-know.html' title='There’s only one thing you should know, I&apos;ve put my trust in you...'/><author><name>GNG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10980820661935925279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1nEPCCn6FU/SZL0AMS37pI/AAAAAAAAAHs/mkXUpYXI0j4/S220/foto-cv.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11906160.post-7035215193534774225</id><published>2008-04-24T03:29:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:51:24.261Z</updated><title type='text'>Hoje nasceste tu...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1nEPCCn6FU/SA_w95LuCqI/AAAAAAAAACU/KXOOXGBp6C4/s1600-h/03082006%28002%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1nEPCCn6FU/SA_w95LuCqI/AAAAAAAAACU/KXOOXGBp6C4/s400/03082006%28002%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192633841494133410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Antes demais é incrivel o facto de depois deste tempo todo não ter uma única foto tua (temos que tratar disso) e por isso recorri a esta preciosidade que por sinal não é muito recente...ainda eras tu uma pita (eras?!?) ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isto tudo porque tu és especial, e acima de tudo tu mereces... Muitos Parabéns...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Sol nasce todos os dias... Mas hoje nasceste tu!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11906160-7035215193534774225?l=gbsdias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gbsdias.blogspot.com/feeds/7035215193534774225/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11906160&amp;postID=7035215193534774225' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11906160/posts/default/7035215193534774225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11906160/posts/default/7035215193534774225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gbsdias.blogspot.com/2008/04/hoje-nasceste-tu.html' title='Hoje nasceste tu...'/><author><name>GNG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10980820661935925279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1nEPCCn6FU/SZL0AMS37pI/AAAAAAAAAHs/mkXUpYXI0j4/S220/foto-cv.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T1nEPCCn6FU/SA_w95LuCqI/AAAAAAAAACU/KXOOXGBp6C4/s72-c/03082006%28002%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11906160.post-992194876248555319</id><published>2008-04-16T23:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T23:17:37.308+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Wherever You Will Go</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LXmSTaUaGI8&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LXmSTaUaGI8&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;So lately, been wondering,&lt;br /&gt;Who will be there to take my place&lt;br /&gt;When I'm gone, you'll need love&lt;br /&gt;To light the shadows on your face&lt;br /&gt;If a great wave shall fall&lt;br /&gt;It would fall upon us all&lt;br /&gt;and between the sand and stone&lt;br /&gt;Could you make it on your own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could, then I would&lt;br /&gt;I'll go wherever you will go&lt;br /&gt;Way up high, or down low&lt;br /&gt;I'll go wherever you will go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And maybe, I'll find out&lt;br /&gt;The way to make it back someday&lt;br /&gt;To watch you, to guide you&lt;br /&gt;Through the darkest of your days&lt;br /&gt;If a great wave shall fall&lt;br /&gt;It would fall upon us all&lt;br /&gt;Well then I hope there's someone out there&lt;br /&gt;Who can bring me back to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could, then I would&lt;br /&gt;I'll go wherever you will go&lt;br /&gt;Way up high, or down low&lt;br /&gt;I'll go wherever you will go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Runaway with my heart&lt;br /&gt;Runaway with my hope&lt;br /&gt;Runaway with my love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know now, just quite how&lt;br /&gt;My life and love might still go on&lt;br /&gt;In your heart, in your mind&lt;br /&gt;I'll stay with you for all of time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could, then I would&lt;br /&gt;I'll go wherever you will go&lt;br /&gt;Way up high, or down low&lt;br /&gt;I'll go wherever you will go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could turn back time&lt;br /&gt;I'll go wherever you will go&lt;br /&gt;If I could make you mine&lt;br /&gt;I'll go wherever you will go&lt;br /&gt;I'll go wherever you will go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11906160-992194876248555319?l=gbsdias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gbsdias.blogspot.com/feeds/992194876248555319/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11906160&amp;postID=992194876248555319' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11906160/posts/default/992194876248555319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11906160/posts/default/992194876248555319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gbsdias.blogspot.com/2008/04/wherever-you-will-go.html' title='Wherever You Will Go'/><author><name>GNG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10980820661935925279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1nEPCCn6FU/SZL0AMS37pI/AAAAAAAAAHs/mkXUpYXI0j4/S220/foto-cv.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11906160.post-8979652691733619350</id><published>2008-03-26T19:49:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-03-26T19:57:47.855Z</updated><title type='text'>estaria a mentir...</title><content type='html'>Tudo o que fazemos tem um objectivo, mesmo que esteja implícito e por vezes não nos apercebamos disso...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo que escrevemos é para mais tarde voltar a ser lido, seja um blog, um jornal, um diário ou até um poema numa casa de banho pública...e lido por uma pessoa em particular, por toda a gente ou até mesmo por nós...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este meu blog, renasceu com o simples objectivo de ser lido por uma pessoa em especial, mas que muito provavelmente nunca cá pôs os pés!!! LOLOLOLOLOLOLOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se calhar já te disse que eras linda, que tens um sorriso lindo, que gosto da tua maneira de ser, e que conseguiste revolucionar o meu mundo... mas sinto que tudo isso foi em vão!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11906160-8979652691733619350?l=gbsdias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gbsdias.blogspot.com/feeds/8979652691733619350/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11906160&amp;postID=8979652691733619350' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11906160/posts/default/8979652691733619350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11906160/posts/default/8979652691733619350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gbsdias.blogspot.com/2008/03/estaria-mentir.html' title='estaria a mentir...'/><author><name>GNG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10980820661935925279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1nEPCCn6FU/SZL0AMS37pI/AAAAAAAAAHs/mkXUpYXI0j4/S220/foto-cv.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11906160.post-1511229700700517918</id><published>2008-03-19T11:31:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-03-19T11:33:05.601Z</updated><title type='text'>Saudade não quer dizer que estejamos longe... mas sim que um dia estivemos juntos!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://loucuranormal.blogs.sapo.pt/arquivo/saudade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://loucuranormal.blogs.sapo.pt/arquivo/saudade.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;há alturas em que é complicado exprimir aquilo que sentimos...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11906160-1511229700700517918?l=gbsdias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gbsdias.blogspot.com/feeds/1511229700700517918/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11906160&amp;postID=1511229700700517918' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11906160/posts/default/1511229700700517918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11906160/posts/default/1511229700700517918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gbsdias.blogspot.com/2008/03/saudade-no-quer-dizer-que-estejamos.html' title='Saudade não quer dizer que estejamos longe... mas sim que um dia estivemos juntos!!!'/><author><name>GNG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10980820661935925279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1nEPCCn6FU/SZL0AMS37pI/AAAAAAAAAHs/mkXUpYXI0j4/S220/foto-cv.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11906160.post-7935127856414118142</id><published>2008-03-16T20:47:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-03-16T20:49:40.064Z</updated><title type='text'>Divirtam-se...mas com juízo!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ta7iHcwJUJ4&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ta7iHcwJUJ4&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11906160-7935127856414118142?l=gbsdias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gbsdias.blogspot.com/feeds/7935127856414118142/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11906160&amp;postID=7935127856414118142' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11906160/posts/default/7935127856414118142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11906160/posts/default/7935127856414118142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gbsdias.blogspot.com/2008/03/divirtam-semas-com-juzo.html' title='Divirtam-se...mas com juízo!!!'/><author><name>GNG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10980820661935925279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1nEPCCn6FU/SZL0AMS37pI/AAAAAAAAAHs/mkXUpYXI0j4/S220/foto-cv.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11906160.post-7105500223541910013</id><published>2008-02-09T14:21:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-02-09T14:30:46.535Z</updated><title type='text'>...férias...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.pousadacorrea.com.br/praia-mole-e-galheta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.pousadacorrea.com.br/praia-mole-e-galheta.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Acreditem já não tinha um momentinho de descanso há algum tempo...&lt;br /&gt;É bom não ter que dormir com preocupações, acordar com as mesmas preocupações e viver a vida em função dela...agora e durante uns escassos 15 dias é menos peso que tenho em cima...&lt;br /&gt;Estes dias vão ser vividos com intensidade e a uma velocidade estonteante...&lt;br /&gt;Quero ir até à praia...passear à beira mar...ouvir as ondas enquanto permaneço ali sob o sol que ilumina o dia...quero sentir, viver e sobretudo amar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A persistência é uma grande virtude, fá-nos lutar e acreditar quando muitos desistem...mas convenhamos que nada é infinito e por vezes reconhecer a derrota pode ser um passo de gigante... Coisas extremamente bonitas para quem as vive de longe, agora para quem as sente na pele é mais uma decisão e escolha que a vida nos obriga a tomar, e raramente vamos ter a certeza se foi a correcta ou não...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero lutar por ti, acredita que quero...Será que vale a pena lutar por ti? Faz-me acreditar que sim... Faz-me amar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.: vamos até à praia???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11906160-7105500223541910013?l=gbsdias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gbsdias.blogspot.com/feeds/7105500223541910013/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11906160&amp;postID=7105500223541910013' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11906160/posts/default/7105500223541910013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11906160/posts/default/7105500223541910013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gbsdias.blogspot.com/2008/02/frias.html' title='...férias...'/><author><name>GNG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10980820661935925279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1nEPCCn6FU/SZL0AMS37pI/AAAAAAAAAHs/mkXUpYXI0j4/S220/foto-cv.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11906160.post-7533565042995954921</id><published>2008-02-05T14:47:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:51:24.506Z</updated><title type='text'>"O que os olhos não vêm, o coração não sente!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1nEPCCn6FU/R6h463zP3_I/AAAAAAAAABM/Y7aHSCN2SBo/s1600-h/unhappy+child.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1nEPCCn6FU/R6h463zP3_I/AAAAAAAAABM/Y7aHSCN2SBo/s400/unhappy+child.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163509925586919410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sempre te aceitei como sempre te conheci...&lt;br /&gt;Era para mim mais fácil (mesmo sabendo que não era o correcto) mudar a minha maneira de ser, do que te pedir para deixares de ser tu... Foi para essa tua pessoa que eu comecei a sorrir, que eu fui crescendo, que fui alimentando os meus sonhos e que fui direccionando as minhas esperanças, mas como sabemos, são precisas duas pessoas para se dançar :'-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais triste fico por te ver em baixo, como se não fosse mau o simples facto de eu próprio estar infeliz com a tua ausência...sinto, mas não o consigo expressar por palavras...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esperemos que um dia o Sol volte a brilhar...porque afinal, o Sol quando nasce é para todos...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11906160-7533565042995954921?l=gbsdias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gbsdias.blogspot.com/feeds/7533565042995954921/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11906160&amp;postID=7533565042995954921' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11906160/posts/default/7533565042995954921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11906160/posts/default/7533565042995954921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gbsdias.blogspot.com/2008/02/o-que-os-olhos-no-vm-o-corao-no-sente.html' title='&quot;O que os olhos não vêm, o coração não sente!&quot;'/><author><name>GNG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10980820661935925279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1nEPCCn6FU/SZL0AMS37pI/AAAAAAAAAHs/mkXUpYXI0j4/S220/foto-cv.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1nEPCCn6FU/R6h463zP3_I/AAAAAAAAABM/Y7aHSCN2SBo/s72-c/unhappy+child.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11906160.post-8941466900107189810</id><published>2008-02-04T15:17:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:51:24.669Z</updated><title type='text'>vai uma corridinha?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1nEPCCn6FU/R6curHzP3-I/AAAAAAAAABE/dycpVY7zPeY/s1600-h/DSC02719.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1nEPCCn6FU/R6curHzP3-I/AAAAAAAAABE/dycpVY7zPeY/s400/DSC02719.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163146816166813666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nada como começar bem o dia com uma corridinha... Ok, não sou lá grande fã mas de quando em vez gosto de esticar as pernitas...e acreditem que tendo um bom sitio longe de estradas e de betão todo atafulhado... O Parque das Nações é um óptimo local, juntar o Tejo com uns belos espaços verdes e uma grande zona pedonal...só fica a faltar a pior parte: as pernas =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje lá fui eu...e o resultado não foi muito animador...a ver vamos, como acordo nos outros dias&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Foto de Eduardo Ferrari)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11906160-8941466900107189810?l=gbsdias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gbsdias.blogspot.com/feeds/8941466900107189810/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11906160&amp;postID=8941466900107189810' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11906160/posts/default/8941466900107189810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11906160/posts/default/8941466900107189810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gbsdias.blogspot.com/2008/02/vai-uma-corridinha.html' title='vai uma corridinha?!'/><author><name>GNG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10980820661935925279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1nEPCCn6FU/SZL0AMS37pI/AAAAAAAAAHs/mkXUpYXI0j4/S220/foto-cv.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T1nEPCCn6FU/R6curHzP3-I/AAAAAAAAABE/dycpVY7zPeY/s72-c/DSC02719.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11906160.post-2221344290557215297</id><published>2008-02-01T11:25:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:51:24.757Z</updated><title type='text'>reborn from the ashes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1nEPCCn6FU/R6MEUXzP38I/AAAAAAAAAAU/_ogW8OzczZE/s1600-h/GNG+16Jan2008+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1nEPCCn6FU/R6MEUXzP38I/AAAAAAAAAAU/_ogW8OzczZE/s320/GNG+16Jan2008+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161974345929580482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tenho andado um bocado ausente... tinha deixado morrer isto, mas reparei agora que foi apenas um recuo estratégico para ganhar algum balanço ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na vida sou da opinião que raramente temos certezas, nessas alturas valem-nos os amigos que só por um pequeno comentário e/ou opinião pode ser mais que suficiente para nos decidirmos e/ou tornarmo-nos mais confiantes... A presença daquela palavra amiga...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ultimamente sinto-me perdido, em baixo e não sei ao certo o que se anda a passar...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11906160-2221344290557215297?l=gbsdias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gbsdias.blogspot.com/feeds/2221344290557215297/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11906160&amp;postID=2221344290557215297' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11906160/posts/default/2221344290557215297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11906160/posts/default/2221344290557215297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gbsdias.blogspot.com/2008/02/reborn-from-ashes.html' title='reborn from the ashes'/><author><name>GNG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10980820661935925279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1nEPCCn6FU/SZL0AMS37pI/AAAAAAAAAHs/mkXUpYXI0j4/S220/foto-cv.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T1nEPCCn6FU/R6MEUXzP38I/AAAAAAAAAAU/_ogW8OzczZE/s72-c/GNG+16Jan2008+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11906160.post-112732770143488651</id><published>2005-09-21T19:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T19:35:01.443+01:00</updated><title type='text'>UZO mas fico sem dinheiro!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6032/306/1600/uzo_4_4.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6032/306/200/uzo_4_4.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No ínicio do mês de Setembro decidi carregar o meu cartão UZO e para isso dirigim-me a um terminal atm. Aquiulo funciona com pagamento de serviços onde a entidade é fixa e a referência é o número no qual pretendemos efectuar o carregamento. Acontece que como sabia o número à pouco tempo troquei os dois ultimos algarismos da referência.&lt;br /&gt;Dei pelo mneu erro ainda antes de o terminal emitir o talão. Tinha 0.03€ e tentei ligar para o serviço de apoio a clientes mas só deu para ouvir aquela parte habitual: "Boa tarde está a falar com o...", e a chamada caiu. Sem dinheiro no cartão dirigi-me à net e através do UZO CHAT falei com uma operadora (Elisa) que disse que o procedimento UZO nestes casos é enviar uma carta com a situação exposta e o talão da caixa multibanco que o caso ia ser estudado!&lt;br /&gt;Dia 8 de Setembro enviei uma carta em correio azul com tudo o que me foi aocnselhado e até hoje nada... Farto de esperar dirigi-me mais uma vez ao UZO CHAT e ao falar com a mesma Elisa pediu-me para aguardar tempo quanto baste para me dizer que o meu caso foi estudado e que nada podia ser feito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusão, foram 5€ limpinhos sem tirar nem pôr e quem paga é o zé povinho... Aliás, foi preciso eu voltar a procurá-los para saber o ponto da situação, caso contrário bem podia esperar pela minha resposta. Sou clientes de operadores da concorrência e deixem-me que vos diga que a UZO deixou muito a desejar pela eficácia e pla celeridade...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O meu UZO já era...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11906160-112732770143488651?l=gbsdias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gbsdias.blogspot.com/feeds/112732770143488651/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11906160&amp;postID=112732770143488651' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11906160/posts/default/112732770143488651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11906160/posts/default/112732770143488651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gbsdias.blogspot.com/2005/09/uzo-mas-fico-sem-dinheiro.html' title='UZO mas fico sem dinheiro!!!'/><author><name>GNG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10980820661935925279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1nEPCCn6FU/SZL0AMS37pI/AAAAAAAAAHs/mkXUpYXI0j4/S220/foto-cv.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11906160.post-111818038273692818</id><published>2005-06-07T22:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T22:48:03.310+01:00</updated><title type='text'>mais uma época de exames...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/107/5032/640/08165032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/107/5032/320/08165032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É verdade juventude...as aulas estão quase no fim!!! sinceramente já sinto o cheiro a verão, não pelo ar abafado da capital, excluindo também os suores dos sovacos, mas pelo saltitar desenfreado das hormonas e o efeito que o calor nelas provoca... Já se vê muita gente com bons tons de pele, uns tops menos discretos, umas saias com contenção de tecido e uns gaijos que só dizem merda, basicamente é isso mesmo!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não tenho dito nada porque muito sinceramente só tenho ideias quando estou ausente do pc, e ainda não me lembrei de andar aí de bloco em punho rabiscando ideias e tópicos que pelos meus dias fora vão surgindo como gente doida...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11906160-111818038273692818?l=gbsdias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gbsdias.blogspot.com/feeds/111818038273692818/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11906160&amp;postID=111818038273692818' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11906160/posts/default/111818038273692818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11906160/posts/default/111818038273692818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gbsdias.blogspot.com/2005/06/mais-uma-poca-de-exames.html' title='mais uma época de exames...'/><author><name>GNG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10980820661935925279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1nEPCCn6FU/SZL0AMS37pI/AAAAAAAAAHs/mkXUpYXI0j4/S220/foto-cv.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11906160.post-111744708906980791</id><published>2005-05-30T10:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T10:59:41.223+01:00</updated><title type='text'>campanha francesa da luta contra a sida...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/107/5032/640/aidsboy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/107/5032/320/aidsboy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/107/5032/640/aidsgirl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/107/5032/320/aidsgirl.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/11906160-111744708906980791?l=gbsdias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gbsdias.blogspot.com/feeds/111744708906980791/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11906160&amp;postID=111744708906980791' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11906160/posts/default/111744708906980791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11906160/posts/default/111744708906980791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gbsdias.blogspot.com/2005/05/campanha-francesa-da-luta-contra-sida.html' title='campanha francesa da luta contra a sida...'/><author><name>GNG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10980820661935925279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1nEPCCn6FU/SZL0AMS37pI/AAAAAAAAAHs/mkXUpYXI0j4/S220/foto-cv.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11906160.post-111744327477826027</id><published>2005-05-30T09:44:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T09:54:34.780+01:00</updated><title type='text'>as Lili dos nossos dias..</title><content type='html'>Sinceramente é das coisas que mais me irrita é receber uma mensagem esctrita sem pontuação, com vogais comidas uns "x" e uns "k" lá pelo meio...mas que merda é esta?!? Desde receber perguntas que acabam com pontos de exclamação, como abreviaturas que nem ao menino jesus ia lembrar, eu já vi de tudo nesta vida... Juventude, vamos deixar isto claro, por mais que para vós o texto que me escrevem faça todo o sentido nessa vossa cabecinha, têm que compreender que quem por este lado habita não mora nessa super cabecinha e portanto não tem todas as ferrementas necessárias para desencriptar o vosso hieróglifo ;-) língua de camões só temos esta, ninguém vos pede para ser correctos e formais, mas pelo menos sejam explicitos naquilo que dizem caralho!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11906160-111744327477826027?l=gbsdias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gbsdias.blogspot.com/feeds/111744327477826027/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11906160&amp;postID=111744327477826027' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11906160/posts/default/111744327477826027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11906160/posts/default/111744327477826027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gbsdias.blogspot.com/2005/05/as-lili-dos-nossos-dias.html' title='as Lili dos nossos dias..'/><author><name>GNG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10980820661935925279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1nEPCCn6FU/SZL0AMS37pI/AAAAAAAAAHs/mkXUpYXI0j4/S220/foto-cv.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11906160.post-111719434629255518</id><published>2005-05-27T12:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-27T12:45:46.300+01:00</updated><title type='text'>o que os outros dizem...</title><content type='html'>"Só nos esquecemos do tempo quando o utilizamos"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charles Baudelaire (1821-1867)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11906160-111719434629255518?l=gbsdias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gbsdias.blogspot.com/feeds/111719434629255518/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11906160&amp;postID=111719434629255518' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11906160/posts/default/111719434629255518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11906160/posts/default/111719434629255518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gbsdias.blogspot.com/2005/05/o-que-os-outros-dizem.html' title='o que os outros dizem...'/><author><name>GNG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10980820661935925279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1nEPCCn6FU/SZL0AMS37pI/AAAAAAAAAHs/mkXUpYXI0j4/S220/foto-cv.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11906160.post-111684994619805608</id><published>2005-05-23T13:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-23T13:05:46.213+01:00</updated><title type='text'>novo governo a mostrar serviço...</title><content type='html'>Pois é juventude o governo já anda a cumprir promessas eleitorais...a ver vamos se continuam por acabar o serviço!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sempre estive pragmático em relação aos governos de política de direita embora este tenha surgido como alternativa à política de Santana Lopes e Paulo Portas. Desde que tenho consciência da minha existência tenho assistido a governos saltitantes do PS para o PSD e vice-versa, e sinceramente cada vez nos queixamos mais mas na altura de votar temos memória curta...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas enfim, o que interessa agora é que o Benfica finalmente é campeão...enfim o governo a batalhar contra o fim das listas de espera!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11906160-111684994619805608?l=gbsdias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gbsdias.blogspot.com/feeds/111684994619805608/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11906160&amp;postID=111684994619805608' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11906160/posts/default/111684994619805608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11906160/posts/default/111684994619805608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gbsdias.blogspot.com/2005/05/novo-governo-mostrar-servio.html' title='novo governo a mostrar serviço...'/><author><name>GNG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10980820661935925279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1nEPCCn6FU/SZL0AMS37pI/AAAAAAAAAHs/mkXUpYXI0j4/S220/foto-cv.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11906160.post-111410222697971458</id><published>2005-04-21T17:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-21T17:57:23.853+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Guardador de Rebanhos II</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/107/5032/640/fernando.pessoa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/107/5032/320/fernando.pessoa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O meu olhar é nítido como um girassol.&lt;br /&gt;Tenho o costume de andar pelas estradas&lt;br /&gt;Olhando para a direita e para a esquerda,&lt;br /&gt;E de vez em quando olhando para trás...&lt;br /&gt;E o que vejo a cada momento&lt;br /&gt;É aquilo que nunca nates eu tinha visto,&lt;br /&gt;E eu sei dar por isso muito bem...&lt;br /&gt;Sei ter o pasmo essencial&lt;br /&gt;Que tem uma criança se, ao nascer&lt;br /&gt;Reparasse que nascera deveras...&lt;br /&gt;Sinto-me nascido a cada momento&lt;br /&gt;Para a eterna novidade do mundo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creio no mundo como num malmequer,&lt;br /&gt;Porque o vejo. Mas não penso nele&lt;br /&gt;Porque pensar é não compreender...&lt;br /&gt;O mundo não se fez para pensarmos nele&lt;br /&gt;(Pensar é estar doente dos olhos)&lt;br /&gt;Mas para olharmos para ele e estarmos de acordo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U não tenho filosofia, tenho sentidos...&lt;br /&gt;Se falo na Natureza, não é porque saiba o que ela é,&lt;br /&gt;Mas porque a amo, e amo-a por isso,&lt;br /&gt;Porque quem ama nunca sabe o que ama&lt;br /&gt;Nem sabe porque ama, nem o que é amar...&lt;br /&gt;Amar é a eterna inocência,&lt;br /&gt;E a única inocência é não pensar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Alberto Caeiro)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11906160-111410222697971458?l=gbsdias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gbsdias.blogspot.com/feeds/111410222697971458/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11906160&amp;postID=111410222697971458' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11906160/posts/default/111410222697971458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11906160/posts/default/111410222697971458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gbsdias.blogspot.com/2005/04/guardador-de-rebanhos-ii.html' title='Guardador de Rebanhos II'/><author><name>GNG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10980820661935925279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T1nEPCCn6FU/SZL0AMS37pI/AAAAAAAAAHs/mkXUpYXI0j4/S220/foto-cv.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
