<?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-6801515759089871434</id><updated>2012-02-16T04:49:10.886-08:00</updated><category term='loucura'/><category term='Parabéns'/><category term='sol a mais'/><category term='amigas de saltos altos'/><category term='quando o cristal estala'/><category term='acontecimentos'/><category term='de saltos bem bem bem altos'/><category term='devaneios'/><category term='conversas de salto alto em férias'/><category term='dar ao sapatinho de cristal'/><category term='conversas de salto alto à mesa'/><category term='quero ver esses braçinhos no ar'/><category term='momentinhos'/><category term='nós e o tarot'/><category term='quando o salto fica preso'/><category term='novidades'/><category term='adoro aulas e exames'/><category term='relax take it easy'/><category term='que caos'/><category term='quando o salto parte'/><category term='quando não queremos por a havaiana de lado'/><category term='quando o salto alto fica derretido'/><category term='quando os saltos são trocados por botas bem quentinhas'/><category term='quando o salto alto é trocado por botas'/><category term='viagens'/><category term='dançar descalça'/><category term='quando o sapato de salto alto é trocado pela bota do pai natal'/><category term='quando o salto alto é trocado pela havaiana'/><category term='quando o salto alto fica de lado'/><category term='cinema'/><category term='falta de tempo'/><category term='sem salto alto'/><category term='conversas de salto alto com &quot;bolinha&quot;'/><category term='post masculino'/><category term='em &quot;pontas&quot;'/><category term='andar descalça'/><category term='organização do closet'/><category term='lágrima de corcodilo'/><category term='quando o salto alto se torna insuportavel'/><category term='momentinho fútil'/><title type='text'>Conversas de salto alto</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversasdesaltoalto.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6801515759089871434/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversasdesaltoalto.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6801515759089871434/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Catarina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15786700799794871912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>135</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6801515759089871434.post-5521578533788289814</id><published>2010-04-17T06:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T06:27:57.662-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FICA PARA RECORDAÇÃO!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Começou com uma brincadeira. Fica agora para recordação...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;(continuamos por aí, na blogosfera.)&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/6801515759089871434-5521578533788289814?l=conversasdesaltoalto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6801515759089871434/posts/default/5521578533788289814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6801515759089871434/posts/default/5521578533788289814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversasdesaltoalto.blogspot.com/2010/04/fica-para-recordacao.html' title='FICA PARA RECORDAÇÃO!'/><author><name>Rita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11673829073482825031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2I4fZJBKFdA/ScWZ45ZfHiI/AAAAAAAAAvo/lujNLR6ICm4/S220/aniv+Catarina+Alves_+Rita2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6801515759089871434.post-5151421716774306510</id><published>2009-05-14T14:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T14:22:26.148-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PARABÉNS (atrasados)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2I4fZJBKFdA/SgyLh-h4wRI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/haXEUC-GpDU/s1600-h/chama+da+vida.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335793074364268818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2I4fZJBKFdA/SgyLh-h4wRI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/haXEUC-GpDU/s400/chama+da+vida.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Parabéns à nossa Rita Brito* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6801515759089871434-5151421716774306510?l=conversasdesaltoalto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6801515759089871434/posts/default/5151421716774306510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6801515759089871434/posts/default/5151421716774306510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversasdesaltoalto.blogspot.com/2009/05/parabens-atrasados.html' title='PARABÉNS (atrasados)'/><author><name>Rita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11673829073482825031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2I4fZJBKFdA/ScWZ45ZfHiI/AAAAAAAAAvo/lujNLR6ICm4/S220/aniv+Catarina+Alves_+Rita2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2I4fZJBKFdA/SgyLh-h4wRI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/haXEUC-GpDU/s72-c/chama+da+vida.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6801515759089871434.post-5409609037572963642</id><published>2009-05-07T14:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T14:48:35.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>inserir risonho</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7b1sFi-Yb4c/SgNW0QUfNLI/AAAAAAAAAdA/651S_9kw54c/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333201839470884018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7b1sFi-Yb4c/SgNW0QUfNLI/AAAAAAAAAdA/651S_9kw54c/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Este post é dedicado à minha Rita. Porque esta na altura de inserir risonhos no nosso dia à dia que esta a ficar de loucos!&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/6801515759089871434-5409609037572963642?l=conversasdesaltoalto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6801515759089871434/posts/default/5409609037572963642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6801515759089871434/posts/default/5409609037572963642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversasdesaltoalto.blogspot.com/2009/05/inserir-risonho.html' title='inserir risonho'/><author><name>Juventude Popular de Sintra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15809615491819869127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7b1sFi-Yb4c/SgNW0QUfNLI/AAAAAAAAAdA/651S_9kw54c/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6801515759089871434.post-4023055440393256759</id><published>2009-05-04T02:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T02:37:37.676-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='acontecimentos'/><title type='text'>Ainda sobre o dia de ontem...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7b1sFi-Yb4c/Sf63L7sSgjI/AAAAAAAAAcw/H9LM50YlTIc/s1600-h/Imagem2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331900424483144242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 293px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7b1sFi-Yb4c/Sf63L7sSgjI/AAAAAAAAAcw/H9LM50YlTIc/s400/Imagem2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; e para não ser chamada de desnaturada!&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/6801515759089871434-4023055440393256759?l=conversasdesaltoalto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6801515759089871434/posts/default/4023055440393256759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6801515759089871434/posts/default/4023055440393256759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversasdesaltoalto.blogspot.com/2009/05/ainda-sobre-o-dia-de-ontem.html' title='Ainda sobre o dia de ontem...'/><author><name>Juventude Popular de Sintra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15809615491819869127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7b1sFi-Yb4c/Sf63L7sSgjI/AAAAAAAAAcw/H9LM50YlTIc/s72-c/Imagem2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6801515759089871434.post-306089734946899362</id><published>2009-05-03T11:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T11:45:07.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Parabéns ás nossas mães...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2DT9D-Fx-MU&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&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/2DT9D-Fx-MU&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6801515759089871434-306089734946899362?l=conversasdesaltoalto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6801515759089871434/posts/default/306089734946899362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6801515759089871434/posts/default/306089734946899362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversasdesaltoalto.blogspot.com/2009/05/parabens-as-nossas-maes.html' title='Parabéns ás nossas mães...'/><author><name>Rita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11673829073482825031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2I4fZJBKFdA/ScWZ45ZfHiI/AAAAAAAAAvo/lujNLR6ICm4/S220/aniv+Catarina+Alves_+Rita2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6801515759089871434.post-8309169974584985613</id><published>2009-05-02T05:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T05:32:42.647-07:00</updated><title type='text'>e vamos ao cinema...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2I4fZJBKFdA/Sfw87km7cFI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/NMBr_ztUDyg/s1600-h/indie-lx_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331203053036728402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2I4fZJBKFdA/Sfw87km7cFI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/NMBr_ztUDyg/s400/indie-lx_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já não temos muito tempo, mas ainda apanhamos algumas sessões...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indie Lisboa é mais do que um festival! É o 6º festival de cinema independente, que começou a 23 de Abril e termina dia 3 de Maio.&lt;br /&gt;Mais informação sobre o Indie Lisboa 09 em &lt;a href="http://www.indielisboa.com/"&gt;http://www.indielisboa.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um óptimo programa para este fim de semana prolongado!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6801515759089871434-8309169974584985613?l=conversasdesaltoalto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6801515759089871434/posts/default/8309169974584985613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6801515759089871434/posts/default/8309169974584985613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversasdesaltoalto.blogspot.com/2009/05/e-vamos-ao-cinema.html' title='e vamos ao cinema...'/><author><name>Rita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11673829073482825031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2I4fZJBKFdA/ScWZ45ZfHiI/AAAAAAAAAvo/lujNLR6ICm4/S220/aniv+Catarina+Alves_+Rita2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2I4fZJBKFdA/Sfw87km7cFI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/NMBr_ztUDyg/s72-c/indie-lx_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6801515759089871434.post-6869550608522735256</id><published>2009-05-02T05:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T05:27:24.632-07:00</updated><title type='text'>vamos à feira, meninas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;desta vez vamos à feira do livro...&lt;br /&gt;Entre 30 de Abril e 17 de Maio, a Feira do Livro de Lisboa, como já é hábito, no Parque Eduardo VII.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vamos aos saldos da cultura?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331201880335556818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 340px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2I4fZJBKFdA/Sfw73T9LoNI/AAAAAAAAA0I/yJ2NERkDfTg/s400/feira+do+livro.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A Nova Feira do Livro assume-se (...) como evento fundamental para a divulgação do livro e o fomento dos hábitos de leitura, contribuído decisivamente para o aumento do nível de literacia em Portugal e a promoção de Lisboa como cidade de cultura."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Então vamos!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6801515759089871434-6869550608522735256?l=conversasdesaltoalto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6801515759089871434/posts/default/6869550608522735256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6801515759089871434/posts/default/6869550608522735256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversasdesaltoalto.blogspot.com/2009/05/vamos-feira-meninas.html' title='vamos à feira, meninas!'/><author><name>Rita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11673829073482825031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2I4fZJBKFdA/ScWZ45ZfHiI/AAAAAAAAAvo/lujNLR6ICm4/S220/aniv+Catarina+Alves_+Rita2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2I4fZJBKFdA/Sfw73T9LoNI/AAAAAAAAA0I/yJ2NERkDfTg/s72-c/feira+do+livro.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6801515759089871434.post-4137083310779778390</id><published>2009-04-20T01:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T01:38:43.571-07:00</updated><title type='text'>regresso às aulas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GANDA SECA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(dentro do possível, bom resto de ano lectivo, girls...)&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/6801515759089871434-4137083310779778390?l=conversasdesaltoalto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6801515759089871434/posts/default/4137083310779778390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6801515759089871434/posts/default/4137083310779778390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversasdesaltoalto.blogspot.com/2009/04/regresso-as-aulas.html' title='regresso às aulas...'/><author><name>Rita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11673829073482825031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2I4fZJBKFdA/ScWZ45ZfHiI/AAAAAAAAAvo/lujNLR6ICm4/S220/aniv+Catarina+Alves_+Rita2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6801515759089871434.post-2981863802832488899</id><published>2009-04-03T08:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T08:05:33.547-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ainda sobre o dia das mentiras...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7b1sFi-Yb4c/SdYlrE7RXyI/AAAAAAAAAcY/XGAJeFiOqkM/s1600-h/GetAttachment.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320481431771766562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 333px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7b1sFi-Yb4c/SdYlrE7RXyI/AAAAAAAAAcY/XGAJeFiOqkM/s400/GetAttachment.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/6801515759089871434-2981863802832488899?l=conversasdesaltoalto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6801515759089871434/posts/default/2981863802832488899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6801515759089871434/posts/default/2981863802832488899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversasdesaltoalto.blogspot.com/2009/04/ainda-sobre-o-dia-das-mentiras.html' title='Ainda sobre o dia das mentiras...'/><author><name>Juventude Popular de Sintra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15809615491819869127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7b1sFi-Yb4c/SdYlrE7RXyI/AAAAAAAAAcY/XGAJeFiOqkM/s72-c/GetAttachment.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6801515759089871434.post-3318189541312905415</id><published>2009-03-26T17:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T17:51:36.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>animação!!!</title><content type='html'>Hummm...isto anda a precisar de animar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hGnIxrv8zms&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&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/hGnIxrv8zms&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6801515759089871434-3318189541312905415?l=conversasdesaltoalto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6801515759089871434/posts/default/3318189541312905415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6801515759089871434/posts/default/3318189541312905415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversasdesaltoalto.blogspot.com/2009/03/animacao.html' title='animação!!!'/><author><name>Rita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11673829073482825031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2I4fZJBKFdA/ScWZ45ZfHiI/AAAAAAAAAvo/lujNLR6ICm4/S220/aniv+Catarina+Alves_+Rita2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6801515759089871434.post-8572471713579824758</id><published>2009-03-22T17:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T17:52:12.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AVISO</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Duas das meninas de conversas de salto alto vão passear para Nova Iorque. Uma outra vai para o Brasil apanhar banhos de sol. As outras, não ficam a perder, vão passear ao Brasil e a Nova Iorque, no coração destas trÊs...&lt;br /&gt;(estou desejosa de ir...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6801515759089871434-8572471713579824758?l=conversasdesaltoalto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6801515759089871434/posts/default/8572471713579824758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6801515759089871434/posts/default/8572471713579824758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversasdesaltoalto.blogspot.com/2009/03/aviso.html' title='AVISO'/><author><name>Rita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11673829073482825031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2I4fZJBKFdA/ScWZ45ZfHiI/AAAAAAAAAvo/lujNLR6ICm4/S220/aniv+Catarina+Alves_+Rita2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6801515759089871434.post-1974130342079274089</id><published>2009-03-15T11:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T12:02:25.522-07:00</updated><title type='text'>aniversários</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2I4fZJBKFdA/Sb1PvIesGsI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/WsEpS2jnqJQ/s1600-h/mac+barbie+2.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a  barbie fez anos. e a carol também...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2I4fZJBKFdA/Sb1PvcREnvI/AAAAAAAAAvY/YhzU_Xy6hYA/s1600-h/mac_barbie.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313490811827298034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 387px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 333px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2I4fZJBKFdA/Sb1PvcREnvI/AAAAAAAAAvY/YhzU_Xy6hYA/s400/mac_barbie.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(a Barbie fez 50 anos, no dia 9, e contínua em óptima forma. a Carol fez só 23, no dia 14, e é mais gira que a Barbie!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6801515759089871434-1974130342079274089?l=conversasdesaltoalto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6801515759089871434/posts/default/1974130342079274089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6801515759089871434/posts/default/1974130342079274089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversasdesaltoalto.blogspot.com/2009/03/aniversarios.html' title='aniversários'/><author><name>Rita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11673829073482825031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2I4fZJBKFdA/ScWZ45ZfHiI/AAAAAAAAAvo/lujNLR6ICm4/S220/aniv+Catarina+Alves_+Rita2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2I4fZJBKFdA/Sb1PvcREnvI/AAAAAAAAAvY/YhzU_Xy6hYA/s72-c/mac_barbie.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6801515759089871434.post-4736720717279989057</id><published>2009-02-22T08:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T08:07:13.964-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='post masculino'/><title type='text'>Noite em Alvalade</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7b1sFi-Yb4c/SaF3G6Qmr7I/AAAAAAAAAbI/kelglBLZdyI/s1600-h/liedson_nacional.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305652796620976050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 282px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7b1sFi-Yb4c/SaF3G6Qmr7I/AAAAAAAAAbI/kelglBLZdyI/s400/liedson_nacional.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Se me perguntarem sobre futebol... sei identificar os "bons" que são os de verde e brancos não muito mais do que isso...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Porque na verdade como dizia à Rita ontem quando estavamos sentadas na obra do Tomás Taveira "isto é genético!".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Porque não podia ter sido melhor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6801515759089871434-4736720717279989057?l=conversasdesaltoalto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6801515759089871434/posts/default/4736720717279989057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6801515759089871434/posts/default/4736720717279989057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversasdesaltoalto.blogspot.com/2009/02/noite-em-alvalade.html' title='Noite em Alvalade'/><author><name>Juventude Popular de Sintra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15809615491819869127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7b1sFi-Yb4c/SaF3G6Qmr7I/AAAAAAAAAbI/kelglBLZdyI/s72-c/liedson_nacional.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6801515759089871434.post-1421609754530373683</id><published>2009-02-12T20:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T20:50:22.800-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aniversário 3 em 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2I4fZJBKFdA/SZT7e-SGE1I/AAAAAAAAAug/tuUr3y5BQGY/s1600-h/velas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302139170855457618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 298px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2I4fZJBKFdA/SZT7e-SGE1I/AAAAAAAAAug/tuUr3y5BQGY/s400/velas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PARABÉNS MARY, PARABÉNS DI, PARABÉNS TOMÁS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[soprem as velas. peçam um desejo! Feliz Aniversário]&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/6801515759089871434-1421609754530373683?l=conversasdesaltoalto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6801515759089871434/posts/default/1421609754530373683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6801515759089871434/posts/default/1421609754530373683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversasdesaltoalto.blogspot.com/2009/02/parabens-mary-parabens-di-parabens.html' title='Aniversário 3 em 1'/><author><name>Rita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11673829073482825031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2I4fZJBKFdA/ScWZ45ZfHiI/AAAAAAAAAvo/lujNLR6ICm4/S220/aniv+Catarina+Alves_+Rita2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2I4fZJBKFdA/SZT7e-SGE1I/AAAAAAAAAug/tuUr3y5BQGY/s72-c/velas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6801515759089871434.post-6220301382543699383</id><published>2009-02-11T10:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T10:24:30.904-08:00</updated><title type='text'>paciência</title><content type='html'>Ontem, ao almoço, no 'à margem', falou-se de paciência e da falta dela... &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Paciência:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;qualidade de paciente;&lt;br /&gt;resignação;&lt;br /&gt;conformidade em suportar os males ou os incómodos sem se queixar;&lt;br /&gt;perseverança tranquila;&lt;br /&gt;calma na continuação de qualquer tarefa ainda que esta seja difícil ou muito demorada;&lt;br /&gt;tranquilidade com que se espera aquilo que tarda;&lt;br /&gt;nome de certos jogos de cartas;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301606866066354802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2I4fZJBKFdA/SZMXWwaoMnI/AAAAAAAAAuY/evKMMC6ESAA/s400/paci%C3%AAncia+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O resultado da discussão foi de que eu não sou a pessoa mais paciente do mundo, porque tenho para ela o meu limite. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;É que há coisas para o qual não pode haver mais paciência...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[estou de paciência esgotada!]&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/6801515759089871434-6220301382543699383?l=conversasdesaltoalto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6801515759089871434/posts/default/6220301382543699383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6801515759089871434/posts/default/6220301382543699383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversasdesaltoalto.blogspot.com/2009/02/paciencia.html' title='paciência'/><author><name>Rita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11673829073482825031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2I4fZJBKFdA/ScWZ45ZfHiI/AAAAAAAAAvo/lujNLR6ICm4/S220/aniv+Catarina+Alves_+Rita2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2I4fZJBKFdA/SZMXWwaoMnI/AAAAAAAAAuY/evKMMC6ESAA/s72-c/paci%C3%AAncia+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6801515759089871434.post-7942960994020011081</id><published>2009-02-06T14:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T14:46:03.524-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parabéns'/><title type='text'>Parabéns Vy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7b1sFi-Yb4c/SYy9Y6_DiTI/AAAAAAAAAbA/4iX3Vrd69fk/s1600-h/cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299819097356470578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7b1sFi-Yb4c/SYy9Y6_DiTI/AAAAAAAAAbA/4iX3Vrd69fk/s400/cake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Estes não têm velas, mas tem morangos, natas, cor e sobretudo um ar delicioso!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Parabéns minha querida!&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/6801515759089871434-7942960994020011081?l=conversasdesaltoalto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6801515759089871434/posts/default/7942960994020011081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6801515759089871434/posts/default/7942960994020011081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversasdesaltoalto.blogspot.com/2009/02/parabens-vy.html' title='Parabéns Vy!'/><author><name>Juventude Popular de Sintra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15809615491819869127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7b1sFi-Yb4c/SYy9Y6_DiTI/AAAAAAAAAbA/4iX3Vrd69fk/s72-c/cake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6801515759089871434.post-1386732827588034398</id><published>2009-02-02T14:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T14:42:27.090-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quando o cristal estala'/><title type='text'>Nova morada</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7b1sFi-Yb4c/SYd12Zi9a0I/AAAAAAAAAag/UQ5kuyb_US8/s1600-h/chateau-chambord.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298333064055581506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7b1sFi-Yb4c/SYd12Zi9a0I/AAAAAAAAAag/UQ5kuyb_US8/s400/chateau-chambord.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; Chambord&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Já esta escolhido, tomei a liberdade de optar por este, o que te pareçe Rita?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O Real Château de Chambord é um palácio da França localizado em Chambord, Loir-et-Cher, França.&lt;br /&gt;É um dos mais conhecidos castelos do mundo devido à sua distinta arquitectura em estilo Renascentista Francês que combina as formas medievais francesas tradicionais com as estruturas clássicas italianas.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Embora seja o maior palácio do vale do rio Loire, foi construído apenas para servir de pavilhão de caça para Francisco I de França, que mantinha a sua residência no Château de Blois e no Château d'Amboise. O projeto original do Château de Chambord é atribuido, apesar de várias dúvidas, a Domenico da Cortona, cujos modelos de madeira sobreviveram tempo suficiente para serem traçados por André Félibien, no século XVII. Alguns autores, de qualquer forma, afirmam que o arquitecto renascentista francês Philibert Delorme teve um papel considerável no desenho do palácio. Chambord foi alterado consideravelmente ao longo dos vinte anos que durou a sua construção (1519 ‑ 1547), período durante o qual foi supervisionado in loco por Pierre Neveu.&lt;br /&gt;Em 1913 Marcel Reymond fez a primeira sugestão de que Leonardo da Vinci, um convidado do rei Francisco I, em Clos Lucé próximo de Amboise, foi responsável pelo desenho original, o qual reflecte os planos de Leonardo para um château em Romorantin para a Rainha-mãe, e o seu interesse no planeamento central e na escadaria em dupla-hélice; a discussão ainda não está concluida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7b1sFi-Yb4c/SYd12a2jCKI/AAAAAAAAAaY/mC-LOWUp4jI/s1600-h/800px-France_Loir-et-Cher_Chambord_Chateau_panorama.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298333064406173858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 103px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7b1sFi-Yb4c/SYd12a2jCKI/AAAAAAAAAaY/mC-LOWUp4jI/s400/800px-France_Loir-et-Cher_Chambord_Chateau_panorama.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6801515759089871434-1386732827588034398?l=conversasdesaltoalto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6801515759089871434/posts/default/1386732827588034398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6801515759089871434/posts/default/1386732827588034398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversasdesaltoalto.blogspot.com/2009/02/nova-morada.html' title='Nova morada'/><author><name>Juventude Popular de Sintra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15809615491819869127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7b1sFi-Yb4c/SYd12Zi9a0I/AAAAAAAAAag/UQ5kuyb_US8/s72-c/chateau-chambord.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6801515759089871434.post-7863708488313754092</id><published>2009-01-29T14:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T14:02:45.677-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dar ao sapatinho de cristal'/><title type='text'>Faz hoje 50 anos!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2zbzRbsD-rY&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2zbzRbsD-rY&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sem dúvida o melhor de todos!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6801515759089871434-7863708488313754092?l=conversasdesaltoalto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6801515759089871434/posts/default/7863708488313754092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6801515759089871434/posts/default/7863708488313754092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversasdesaltoalto.blogspot.com/2009/01/faz-hoje-50-anos.html' title='Faz hoje 50 anos!'/><author><name>Juventude Popular de Sintra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15809615491819869127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6801515759089871434.post-1932860084293388256</id><published>2009-01-27T13:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T13:37:08.362-08:00</updated><title type='text'>William comestivel vs cuecas comestiveis</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296090266395736370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4F-TaxWbeTM/SX9-CZLr-TI/AAAAAAAAACU/ttaeToZQAAY/s400/prince-william-photo-xxl-prince-william-6225898%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296090427848073698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 354px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 285px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4F-TaxWbeTM/SX9-Lyo7IeI/AAAAAAAAACc/reMQpzQ8s_4/s400/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Para a Cate!!! Eu não encontrei o William em goma!!LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6801515759089871434-1932860084293388256?l=conversasdesaltoalto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6801515759089871434/posts/default/1932860084293388256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6801515759089871434/posts/default/1932860084293388256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversasdesaltoalto.blogspot.com/2009/01/william-comestivel-vs-cuecas.html' title='William comestivel vs cuecas comestiveis'/><author><name>Vyernu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13380081351165045185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4F-TaxWbeTM/SX9-CZLr-TI/AAAAAAAAACU/ttaeToZQAAY/s72-c/prince-william-photo-xxl-prince-william-6225898%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6801515759089871434.post-2024002187600444390</id><published>2009-01-26T18:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T18:24:11.578-08:00</updated><title type='text'>fez lembrar-me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;falar de pernas e ver esses ténis 'pseudo intelectuais' fez ressuscitar em mim uma vontade maluca de ser criança e esfolar os joelhos com umas quedas de patins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295793297625195538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 318px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2I4fZJBKFdA/SX5v8iTYJBI/AAAAAAAAAsw/nnj37x9eMes/s400/apetite.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;[apetites não se discutem!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6801515759089871434-2024002187600444390?l=conversasdesaltoalto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6801515759089871434/posts/default/2024002187600444390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6801515759089871434/posts/default/2024002187600444390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversasdesaltoalto.blogspot.com/2009/01/fez-lembrar-me.html' title='fez lembrar-me...'/><author><name>Rita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11673829073482825031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2I4fZJBKFdA/ScWZ45ZfHiI/AAAAAAAAAvo/lujNLR6ICm4/S220/aniv+Catarina+Alves_+Rita2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2I4fZJBKFdA/SX5v8iTYJBI/AAAAAAAAAsw/nnj37x9eMes/s72-c/apetite.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6801515759089871434.post-1934741968912807641</id><published>2009-01-26T14:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T14:02:42.306-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quando o cristal estala'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7b1sFi-Yb4c/SX4yumnWqlI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/dbu8fRsTPeY/s1600-h/img.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295725988055263826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7b1sFi-Yb4c/SX4yumnWqlI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/dbu8fRsTPeY/s400/img.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu já disse que não gosto de "pseudo intelectuais", não já? Bem me parecia...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Agora para bom entendedor uma boa imagem basta!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6801515759089871434-1934741968912807641?l=conversasdesaltoalto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6801515759089871434/posts/default/1934741968912807641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6801515759089871434/posts/default/1934741968912807641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversasdesaltoalto.blogspot.com/2009/01/eu-j-disse-que-no-gosto-de-pseudo.html' title=''/><author><name>Juventude Popular de Sintra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15809615491819869127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7b1sFi-Yb4c/SX4yumnWqlI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/dbu8fRsTPeY/s72-c/img.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6801515759089871434.post-6245754428543088050</id><published>2009-01-26T13:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T13:54:19.525-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='devaneios'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dar ao sapatinho de cristal'/><title type='text'>Tina Turner</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7b1sFi-Yb4c/SX4vn3yNDhI/AAAAAAAAAaI/_ThCGwPJxDk/s1600-h/tina_turner_4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295722573870206482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7b1sFi-Yb4c/SX4vn3yNDhI/AAAAAAAAAaI/_ThCGwPJxDk/s400/tina_turner_4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A minha mãe conta-me, que quando estava grávida de mim a sua banda sonora era a Tina Tuner, passava os dias a ouvir. Entretanto eu nasci, e  a minha mãe diz que um dia deu som à Tina (era a primeira vez que eu a ouvia) e como por milagre a minha grande birra parou ao som da "miss hot legs" e eu fiquei ali estática a ouvir...devo ter reconhecido, só pode! É por isso que adoro as suas músicas, a sua energia, sou uma fã confessa, daí serem duas da manhã e mandar sms a quase toda a lista telefónica a dizer "Rtp2 Rtp2"!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Agora minha Rita posso saber porque é que a Tina te faz lembrar a minha pessoa? De uma coisa lamento, mas tenho a certeza...não deve ser por muita mas muita pena minha pelas "hot legs"!&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/6801515759089871434-6245754428543088050?l=conversasdesaltoalto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6801515759089871434/posts/default/6245754428543088050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6801515759089871434/posts/default/6245754428543088050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversasdesaltoalto.blogspot.com/2009/01/tina-turner.html' title='Tina Turner'/><author><name>Juventude Popular de Sintra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15809615491819869127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7b1sFi-Yb4c/SX4vn3yNDhI/AAAAAAAAAaI/_ThCGwPJxDk/s72-c/tina_turner_4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6801515759089871434.post-8004733475633501779</id><published>2009-01-23T17:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T18:02:10.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'>you're simply the best...</title><content type='html'>"rtp2", recebo eu numa mensagem da nossa querida Cate, enquanto tento acabar os apontamentos da sebenta de teoria de Concepção Estrutural.&lt;br /&gt;Aceito como uma ordem a pensar que sería alguma coisa relacionada com o PP e o seu querido Paulo Portas. Pensei até que poderia ver-nos às duas na televisão, por causa daquela vez em que, eu 'ás escondidas', fomos ao comício e teimavam em apontar luzes e câmaras para nós...Mas não. É a Tina Turner!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bMbtzalS3u8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&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/bMbtzalS3u8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;está a dar agora "let's stay together". Gosto tanto!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UHcwI3qRo0g&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&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/UHcwI3qRo0g&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Esta mulher faz-me lembrar-te, Catarina. Tem alguma coisa a ver contigo!&lt;br /&gt;Vou continuar apontamentos ao som da Tina! (e obrigada!)&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/6801515759089871434-8004733475633501779?l=conversasdesaltoalto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6801515759089871434/posts/default/8004733475633501779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6801515759089871434/posts/default/8004733475633501779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversasdesaltoalto.blogspot.com/2009/01/youre-simply-best.html' title='you&apos;re simply the best...'/><author><name>Rita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11673829073482825031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2I4fZJBKFdA/ScWZ45ZfHiI/AAAAAAAAAvo/lujNLR6ICm4/S220/aniv+Catarina+Alves_+Rita2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6801515759089871434.post-4709779434122198347</id><published>2009-01-23T16:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T17:15:07.249-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quando o salto parte'/><title type='text'>23º Congresso CDS-PP</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://rd3.videos.sapo.pt/play?file=" width="400" height="322" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se querem "abrir horizontes", têm de ver este espectáculo e não outros...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6801515759089871434-4709779434122198347?l=conversasdesaltoalto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6801515759089871434/posts/default/4709779434122198347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6801515759089871434/posts/default/4709779434122198347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversasdesaltoalto.blogspot.com/2009/01/23-congresso-cds-pp.html' title='23º Congresso CDS-PP'/><author><name>Juventude Popular de Sintra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15809615491819869127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6801515759089871434.post-4184670480050559795</id><published>2009-01-21T11:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T11:11:55.656-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CONVITE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2I4fZJBKFdA/SXdyW6Hq5CI/AAAAAAAAAsU/xUA0zINZIBc/s1600-h/convite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293825624881423394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 141px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2I4fZJBKFdA/SXdyW6Hq5CI/AAAAAAAAAsU/xUA0zINZIBc/s400/convite.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/6801515759089871434-4184670480050559795?l=conversasdesaltoalto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6801515759089871434/posts/default/4184670480050559795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6801515759089871434/posts/default/4184670480050559795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversasdesaltoalto.blogspot.com/2009/01/convite.html' title='CONVITE'/><author><name>Rita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11673829073482825031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2I4fZJBKFdA/ScWZ45ZfHiI/AAAAAAAAAvo/lujNLR6ICm4/S220/aniv+Catarina+Alves_+Rita2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2I4fZJBKFdA/SXdyW6Hq5CI/AAAAAAAAAsU/xUA0zINZIBc/s72-c/convite.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6801515759089871434.post-3416627291087967271</id><published>2009-01-19T19:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T21:18:51.363-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sobre um jantar...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Já do ano passado... Chegam tarde a más horas, mas ainda assim valem imenso a pena!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2I4fZJBKFdA/SXVQ-4an44I/AAAAAAAAAqU/h8RBHrj8suA/s1600-h/CIMG0483.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293225978270049154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2I4fZJBKFdA/SXVQ-4an44I/AAAAAAAAAqU/h8RBHrj8suA/s400/CIMG0483.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2I4fZJBKFdA/SXVQj5qADkI/AAAAAAAAAqM/co4UddHWj3A/s1600-h/CIMG0486.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293225514746515010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2I4fZJBKFdA/SXVQj5qADkI/AAAAAAAAAqM/co4UddHWj3A/s400/CIMG0486.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2I4fZJBKFdA/SXVQjuPUshI/AAAAAAAAAqE/oYMp8ySA5-Q/s1600-h/CIMG0487.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293225511681831442" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2I4fZJBKFdA/SXVNjOdjFEI/AAAAAAAAAo0/eZ7v9nj03Oo/s400/CIMG0536.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2I4fZJBKFdA/SXVNi0DloaI/AAAAAAAAAos/oDjYSF3jWug/s1600-h/CIMG0538.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293222197528469922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2I4fZJBKFdA/SXVNi0DloaI/AAAAAAAAAos/oDjYSF3jWug/s400/CIMG0538.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2I4fZJBKFdA/SXVNiqm8geI/AAAAAAAAAok/qtguixPMDOY/s1600-h/CIMG0537.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293222194992415202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2I4fZJBKFdA/SXVNiqm8geI/AAAAAAAAAok/qtguixPMDOY/s400/CIMG0537.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2I4fZJBKFdA/SXVNiZk2t9I/AAAAAAAAAoc/AW1spjFtTYY/s1600-h/CIMG0540.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293222190420244434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2I4fZJBKFdA/SXVNiZk2t9I/AAAAAAAAAoc/AW1spjFtTYY/s400/CIMG0540.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[imensas! para que eu fique perdoada para sempre pelo atraso]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JANTAR DE NATAL, 2008,&lt;/strong&gt; Restaurante Tejo à Vista, onde depois de muito bem jantarmos, fizémos uma lixeirada imperdoável com esferovite, para a sessão divertidíssima de fotos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6801515759089871434-3416627291087967271?l=conversasdesaltoalto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6801515759089871434/posts/default/3416627291087967271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6801515759089871434/posts/default/3416627291087967271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversasdesaltoalto.blogspot.com/2009/01/sobre-um-jantar.html' title='sobre um jantar...'/><author><name>Rita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11673829073482825031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2I4fZJBKFdA/ScWZ45ZfHiI/AAAAAAAAAvo/lujNLR6ICm4/S220/aniv+Catarina+Alves_+Rita2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2I4fZJBKFdA/SXVQ-4an44I/AAAAAAAAAqU/h8RBHrj8suA/s72-c/CIMG0483.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6801515759089871434.post-270471398894031463</id><published>2009-01-16T05:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T05:55:43.232-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='de saltos bem bem bem altos'/><title type='text'>Ou assim...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7b1sFi-Yb4c/SXCRuZplvmI/AAAAAAAAAZY/HBtpXFzIBEg/s1600-h/wallpaper2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7b1sFi-Yb4c/SXCRuBmIN5I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/6_U9kZEQ084/s1600-h/6a00d8345233a569e200e54f6fa3ac8833-800wi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291889782048700306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7b1sFi-Yb4c/SXCRuBmIN5I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/6_U9kZEQ084/s400/6a00d8345233a569e200e54f6fa3ac8833-800wi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6801515759089871434-270471398894031463?l=conversasdesaltoalto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6801515759089871434/posts/default/270471398894031463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6801515759089871434/posts/default/270471398894031463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversasdesaltoalto.blogspot.com/2009/01/ou-assim.html' title='Ou assim...'/><author><name>Juventude Popular de Sintra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15809615491819869127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7b1sFi-Yb4c/SXCRuBmIN5I/AAAAAAAAAZQ/6_U9kZEQ084/s72-c/6a00d8345233a569e200e54f6fa3ac8833-800wi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6801515759089871434.post-1226472675031955567</id><published>2009-01-16T05:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T05:53:52.092-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='de saltos bem bem bem altos'/><title type='text'>Para a minha Rita</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7b1sFi-Yb4c/SXCQ9nDJykI/AAAAAAAAAZI/EfnQyodx9_E/s1600-h/5980e5a5a242737b63a91ee178cce866Moet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291888950288960066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 216px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7b1sFi-Yb4c/SXCQ9nDJykI/AAAAAAAAAZI/EfnQyodx9_E/s400/5980e5a5a242737b63a91ee178cce866Moet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Podemos comemorar como quiseres....e morangos não?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6801515759089871434-1226472675031955567?l=conversasdesaltoalto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6801515759089871434/posts/default/1226472675031955567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6801515759089871434/posts/default/1226472675031955567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversasdesaltoalto.blogspot.com/2009/01/para-minha-rita.html' title='Para a minha Rita'/><author><name>Juventude Popular de Sintra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15809615491819869127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7b1sFi-Yb4c/SXCQ9nDJykI/AAAAAAAAAZI/EfnQyodx9_E/s72-c/5980e5a5a242737b63a91ee178cce866Moet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6801515759089871434.post-6532460961419073755</id><published>2009-01-14T13:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T14:04:17.107-08:00</updated><title type='text'>comemorar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt; comemora-se assim:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2I4fZJBKFdA/SW5fbTCuoyI/AAAAAAAAAmk/b8UbYdOO9hw/s1600-h/FN0665~Birthday-Cake-Posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291271534779736866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 289px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2I4fZJBKFdA/SW5fbTCuoyI/AAAAAAAAAmk/b8UbYdOO9hw/s400/FN0665~Birthday-Cake-Posters.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt; e assim:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291271539468127234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2I4fZJBKFdA/SW5fbkghzAI/AAAAAAAAAms/mWK1LF2jC3g/s400/COMEMORAR.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para a semana há comemoração!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;E vamos comemorar como? bolo ou champagne?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(ai, a maluquice! as coisas em que a Rita pensa quando tem que estudar para Cidade e Território...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6801515759089871434-6532460961419073755?l=conversasdesaltoalto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6801515759089871434/posts/default/6532460961419073755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6801515759089871434/posts/default/6532460961419073755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversasdesaltoalto.blogspot.com/2009/01/comemorar.html' title='comemorar'/><author><name>Rita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11673829073482825031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2I4fZJBKFdA/ScWZ45ZfHiI/AAAAAAAAAvo/lujNLR6ICm4/S220/aniv+Catarina+Alves_+Rita2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2I4fZJBKFdA/SW5fbTCuoyI/AAAAAAAAAmk/b8UbYdOO9hw/s72-c/FN0665~Birthday-Cake-Posters.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6801515759089871434.post-5095648805904186683</id><published>2009-01-13T20:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T20:35:57.740-08:00</updated><title type='text'>finalmente...</title><content type='html'>Projecto e instalações entregue. Meninas, dá ou não dá vontade de dançar assim?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tKX0dKPG9g8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&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/tKX0dKPG9g8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dá, n dá?...pela casa toda...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6801515759089871434-5095648805904186683?l=conversasdesaltoalto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6801515759089871434/posts/default/5095648805904186683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6801515759089871434/posts/default/5095648805904186683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversasdesaltoalto.blogspot.com/2009/01/finalmente.html' title='finalmente...'/><author><name>Rita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11673829073482825031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2I4fZJBKFdA/ScWZ45ZfHiI/AAAAAAAAAvo/lujNLR6ICm4/S220/aniv+Catarina+Alves_+Rita2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6801515759089871434.post-7160662538140408505</id><published>2009-01-09T04:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T04:55:05.035-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='acontecimentos'/><title type='text'>Parabéns Ritinha!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7b1sFi-Yb4c/SWdH4HIzmWI/AAAAAAAAAZA/dzY9H-gO6V4/s1600-h/FN0665~Birthday-Cake-Posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289275316684167522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 289px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7b1sFi-Yb4c/SWdH4HIzmWI/AAAAAAAAAZA/dzY9H-gO6V4/s400/FN0665~Birthday-Cake-Posters.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A minha Rita faz anos hoje! Sim, é a menina que esta no topo da página (com um lindo jardim como cenário...). Faz anos entre uma entrega de Instalações Técnicas e uma de Projecto, tenho a certeza que vai ser um aniversário abençoado. As comemorações ficam para a semana, mas os 22 já cá cantam!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;PARABÉNS!!!&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/6801515759089871434-7160662538140408505?l=conversasdesaltoalto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6801515759089871434/posts/default/7160662538140408505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6801515759089871434/posts/default/7160662538140408505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversasdesaltoalto.blogspot.com/2009/01/parabns-ritinha.html' title='Parabéns Ritinha!'/><author><name>Juventude Popular de Sintra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15809615491819869127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7b1sFi-Yb4c/SWdH4HIzmWI/AAAAAAAAAZA/dzY9H-gO6V4/s72-c/FN0665~Birthday-Cake-Posters.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6801515759089871434.post-8637382149824842633</id><published>2009-01-05T16:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T16:49:52.604-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='de saltos bem bem bem altos'/><title type='text'>Feliz Año!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7b1sFi-Yb4c/SWKp1p91TGI/AAAAAAAAAY4/fSm5Vik9bDU/s1600-h/content_5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287975651749743714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 313px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7b1sFi-Yb4c/SWKp1p91TGI/AAAAAAAAAY4/fSm5Vik9bDU/s400/content_5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "&lt;em&gt;O projecto é o rascunho do futuro"&lt;/em&gt; (para começar bem)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6801515759089871434-8637382149824842633?l=conversasdesaltoalto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6801515759089871434/posts/default/8637382149824842633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6801515759089871434/posts/default/8637382149824842633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversasdesaltoalto.blogspot.com/2009/01/feliz-ao.html' title='Feliz Año!'/><author><name>Juventude Popular de Sintra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15809615491819869127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7b1sFi-Yb4c/SWKp1p91TGI/AAAAAAAAAY4/fSm5Vik9bDU/s72-c/content_5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6801515759089871434.post-728644915576584838</id><published>2009-01-01T08:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T08:31:38.805-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feliz 2009!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2I4fZJBKFdA/SVzuIqPBE3I/AAAAAAAAAmM/O8_0aIibCxw/s1600-h/COMEMORAR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286361895169758066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2I4fZJBKFdA/SVzuIqPBE3I/AAAAAAAAAmM/O8_0aIibCxw/s400/COMEMORAR.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mais um ano que passa. Que este novo ano nos traga tudo o que mais desejamos. Que a nossa amizade, as nossas brincadeiras, os nossos jantarinhos, as nossas sessões fotográficas na hora dos intervalos, os nossos programinhas, as nossas risotas e papelinhos trocados no meio das aulas...enfim, tudo aquilo que torna os nossos dias de imenso trabalho mais alegres, continuem ao longo de 2009. Vamos prometer terminá-lo ainda mais felizes que este ano!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A todos, um brinde a um excelente 2009, de sonhos realizados, objectivos conquistados, desafios ultrapassados...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;FELIZ 2009!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6801515759089871434-728644915576584838?l=conversasdesaltoalto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6801515759089871434/posts/default/728644915576584838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6801515759089871434/posts/default/728644915576584838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversasdesaltoalto.blogspot.com/2009/01/mais-um-ano-que-passa.html' title='Feliz 2009!'/><author><name>Rita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11673829073482825031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2I4fZJBKFdA/ScWZ45ZfHiI/AAAAAAAAAvo/lujNLR6ICm4/S220/aniv+Catarina+Alves_+Rita2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2I4fZJBKFdA/SVzuIqPBE3I/AAAAAAAAAmM/O8_0aIibCxw/s72-c/COMEMORAR.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6801515759089871434.post-3499581914826168885</id><published>2008-12-20T03:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T03:04:58.226-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quando o sapato de salto alto é trocado pela bota do pai natal'/><title type='text'>Banda Sonora</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RengWX0P5KA&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RengWX0P5KA&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feliz Natal!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6801515759089871434-3499581914826168885?l=conversasdesaltoalto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6801515759089871434/posts/default/3499581914826168885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6801515759089871434/posts/default/3499581914826168885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversasdesaltoalto.blogspot.com/2008/12/banda-sonora.html' title='Banda Sonora'/><author><name>Juventude Popular de Sintra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15809615491819869127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6801515759089871434.post-8690422909805245262</id><published>2008-12-19T02:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T02:36:03.297-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sou um azevinho!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=300 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff" align=center&gt;&lt;a href="http://radiocomercial.clix.pt/animar/testes/natal08/index.aspx" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://radiocomercial.clix.pt/animar/testes/natal08/images/resposta_d.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aqui está o meu resultado, Cate (tu adoras estas coisas!). Sou um azevinho! Gostam?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6801515759089871434-8690422909805245262?l=conversasdesaltoalto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6801515759089871434/posts/default/8690422909805245262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6801515759089871434/posts/default/8690422909805245262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversasdesaltoalto.blogspot.com/2008/12/sou-um-azevinho.html' title='Sou um azevinho!'/><author><name>Rita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11673829073482825031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2I4fZJBKFdA/ScWZ45ZfHiI/AAAAAAAAAvo/lujNLR6ICm4/S220/aniv+Catarina+Alves_+Rita2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6801515759089871434.post-2167033665676931413</id><published>2008-12-17T10:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T10:57:37.131-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quando o sapato de salto alto é trocado pela bota do pai natal'/><title type='text'>"SE FOSSE UMA DECORAÇÃO DE NATAL, QUAL SERIA?"</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="300" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://radiocomercial.clix.pt/animar/testes/natal08/index.aspx" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://radiocomercial.clix.pt/animar/testes/natal08/images/resposta_c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E porque neste blog eu represento o menino Jesus, vocês devem-me assim carinho, lealdade, presentes, e todo um leque de coisas boas!! Porque agora sou o centro dos vossos presépios...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Quero ver mais resultados&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6801515759089871434-2167033665676931413?l=conversasdesaltoalto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6801515759089871434/posts/default/2167033665676931413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6801515759089871434/posts/default/2167033665676931413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversasdesaltoalto.blogspot.com/2008/12/se-fosse-uma-decorao-de-natal-qual.html' title='&quot;SE FOSSE UMA DECORAÇÃO DE NATAL, QUAL SERIA?&quot;'/><author><name>Juventude Popular de Sintra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15809615491819869127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6801515759089871434.post-6666999887663271404</id><published>2008-12-16T05:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T05:24:46.599-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quando o salto alto é trocado pela havaiana'/><title type='text'>Porque alguém decidiu ir para o "Braziu" 23 dias....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7b1sFi-Yb4c/SUery4eOtRI/AAAAAAAAAYg/Hx6RDUtjRqI/s1600-h/1085_33707097_VacationonBrazilFriasnoNordestedoBrasil.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280377978756183314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7b1sFi-Yb4c/SUery4eOtRI/AAAAAAAAAYg/Hx6RDUtjRqI/s400/1085_33707097_VacationonBrazilFriasnoNordestedoBrasil.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/6801515759089871434-6666999887663271404?l=conversasdesaltoalto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6801515759089871434/posts/default/6666999887663271404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6801515759089871434/posts/default/6666999887663271404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversasdesaltoalto.blogspot.com/2008/12/porque-algum-decidiu-ir-para-o-braziu.html' title='Porque alguém decidiu ir para o &quot;Braziu&quot; 23 dias....'/><author><name>Juventude Popular de Sintra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15809615491819869127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7b1sFi-Yb4c/SUery4eOtRI/AAAAAAAAAYg/Hx6RDUtjRqI/s72-c/1085_33707097_VacationonBrazilFriasnoNordestedoBrasil.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6801515759089871434.post-4151378020365748117</id><published>2008-12-16T05:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T05:21:00.735-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quando o sapato de salto alto é trocado pela bota do pai natal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='acontecimentos'/><title type='text'>Convocatória!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280376012854375842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 280px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7b1sFi-Yb4c/SUeqAc6ttaI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/f76wxAu1xhc/s400/christmas_pooh_900.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt; Sábado dia 20, local e hora a definir...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Já que esta tudo numa de "Ursinhos Carinhosos", este ano a imagem oficial do Jantar de Natal deste grupo de aspirantes a arquitectos é esta! O tradicional (apesar de só ter sido realizado o ano passado) "Girls Chritmas Dinner" ganha outros contornos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/6801515759089871434-4151378020365748117?l=conversasdesaltoalto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6801515759089871434/posts/default/4151378020365748117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6801515759089871434/posts/default/4151378020365748117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversasdesaltoalto.blogspot.com/2008/12/convocatria.html' title='Convocatória!'/><author><name>Juventude Popular de Sintra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15809615491819869127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7b1sFi-Yb4c/SUeqAc6ttaI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/f76wxAu1xhc/s72-c/christmas_pooh_900.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6801515759089871434.post-4645907027047846872</id><published>2008-12-15T03:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T03:24:40.784-08:00</updated><title type='text'>amarelo vs verde</title><content type='html'>Não vale a pena escrever a tentar justificar e definir o que é o quê! é um caso extremo, merece um desenho, vá...um esquema (como eu tanto gosto).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2I4fZJBKFdA/SUY9-oysiKI/AAAAAAAAAl4/KzxetBud0Xg/s1600-h/verde+n+%C3%A9+amarelo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279975759449720994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 194px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2I4fZJBKFdA/SUY9-oysiKI/AAAAAAAAAl4/KzxetBud0Xg/s400/verde+n+%C3%A9+amarelo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Compare, querida Catarina!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...o embrulho é azul e verde!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6801515759089871434-4645907027047846872?l=conversasdesaltoalto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6801515759089871434/posts/default/4645907027047846872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6801515759089871434/posts/default/4645907027047846872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversasdesaltoalto.blogspot.com/2008/12/amarelo-vs-verde.html' title='amarelo vs verde'/><author><name>Rita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11673829073482825031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2I4fZJBKFdA/ScWZ45ZfHiI/AAAAAAAAAvo/lujNLR6ICm4/S220/aniv+Catarina+Alves_+Rita2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2I4fZJBKFdA/SUY9-oysiKI/AAAAAAAAAl4/KzxetBud0Xg/s72-c/verde+n+%C3%A9+amarelo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6801515759089871434.post-1676434743921218293</id><published>2008-12-15T01:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T01:58:34.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Para que não sobrem dúvidas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"O &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;verde&lt;/span&gt; é uma &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;cor-luz&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt; primária e uma &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;cor-pigmento&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt; secundária composta pelo &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;ciano&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt; e &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;amarelo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;. Está aproximadamente na faixa de freqüência 550 nm do &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;espectro&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt; de cores visíveis.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;amarelo&lt;/span&gt; é uma cor-pigmento primária e cor-luz secundária, resultado da sobreposição das cores vermelha e verde. Encontra-se entre as faixas 565nm e 590nm do espectro de cores visíveis." in Wikipédia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;E eu acrescento, o verde é usado em laços de embrulhos, por sua vez o amarelo faz parte do "decor" do papel de embrulho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6801515759089871434-1676434743921218293?l=conversasdesaltoalto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6801515759089871434/posts/default/1676434743921218293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6801515759089871434/posts/default/1676434743921218293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversasdesaltoalto.blogspot.com/2008/12/para-que-no-sobrem-dvidas.html' title='Para que não sobrem dúvidas'/><author><name>Juventude Popular de Sintra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15809615491819869127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6801515759089871434.post-3323247977196634080</id><published>2008-12-14T19:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T19:17:27.630-08:00</updated><title type='text'>E isto é que são ursinhos carinhosos...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gxl2atbC7lw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca"&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/gxl2atbC7lw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ora digam lá se não tem tudo a ver com o nosso ursinho poli...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Rita e Joana, às tantas da noite, ainda sem trabalho suficiente para poder falar na aula com o professor...]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6801515759089871434-3323247977196634080?l=conversasdesaltoalto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6801515759089871434/posts/default/3323247977196634080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6801515759089871434/posts/default/3323247977196634080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversasdesaltoalto.blogspot.com/2008/12/e-isto-que-so-ursinhos-carinhosos.html' title='E isto é que são ursinhos carinhosos...'/><author><name>Rita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11673829073482825031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2I4fZJBKFdA/ScWZ45ZfHiI/AAAAAAAAAvo/lujNLR6ICm4/S220/aniv+Catarina+Alves_+Rita2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6801515759089871434.post-8769604129209920346</id><published>2008-12-14T09:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T09:27:36.930-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Um pequeno apontamento...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4F-TaxWbeTM/SUVAKy7Pc8I/AAAAAAAAACA/swo0WEgu6T8/s1600-h/CIMG9730.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279696692374893506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4F-TaxWbeTM/SUVAKy7Pc8I/AAAAAAAAACA/swo0WEgu6T8/s400/CIMG9730.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto mostro as fotos da festa indiana à minha irmã...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela: " Ah se as tuas amigas não fossem loiras passavam por indianas...a cor de pele delas não anda longe da nossa..." &lt;div&gt;Eu: "Ohh mana aquilo é tudo pó...."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ela: "Ohhh...." (com um ar muito desiludido)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOL...meninas o milagre que o pó vos faz!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Tinha me esquecido disto...mas aqui fica o pequeno apontamento ainda referente à festa indiana!!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6801515759089871434-8769604129209920346?l=conversasdesaltoalto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6801515759089871434/posts/default/8769604129209920346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6801515759089871434/posts/default/8769604129209920346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversasdesaltoalto.blogspot.com/2008/12/um-pequeno-apontamento.html' title='Um pequeno apontamento...'/><author><name>Vyernu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13380081351165045185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4F-TaxWbeTM/SUVAKy7Pc8I/AAAAAAAAACA/swo0WEgu6T8/s72-c/CIMG9730.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6801515759089871434.post-6704758292590306910</id><published>2008-12-12T08:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T08:44:44.629-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parabéns'/><title type='text'>Parabéns Poli!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7b1sFi-Yb4c/SUKUXFyPszI/AAAAAAAAAYA/gjWUxt49rKc/s1600-h/Pooh-Lumpy-Tigger-Piglet-Roo-Birthday-Party.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278944837642466098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 318px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7b1sFi-Yb4c/SUKUXFyPszI/AAAAAAAAAYA/gjWUxt49rKc/s400/Pooh-Lumpy-Tigger-Piglet-Roo-Birthday-Party.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (no embrulho azul às bolinhas amarelas vem o tal Range Rover)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7b1sFi-Yb4c/SUKUW1QejOI/AAAAAAAAAX4/qThUjFgO3T0/s1600-h/PoohBear%2520001%2520-%2520lifted.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278944833205865698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7b1sFi-Yb4c/SUKUW1QejOI/AAAAAAAAAX4/qThUjFgO3T0/s400/PoohBear%2520001%2520-%2520lifted.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; O bolo que te queriamos oferecer na aula de projecto...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Não é necessário explicar o porque destas imagens pois não?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6801515759089871434-6704758292590306910?l=conversasdesaltoalto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6801515759089871434/posts/default/6704758292590306910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6801515759089871434/posts/default/6704758292590306910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversasdesaltoalto.blogspot.com/2008/12/parabns-poli.html' title='Parabéns Poli!'/><author><name>Juventude Popular de Sintra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15809615491819869127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7b1sFi-Yb4c/SUKUXFyPszI/AAAAAAAAAYA/gjWUxt49rKc/s72-c/Pooh-Lumpy-Tigger-Piglet-Roo-Birthday-Party.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6801515759089871434.post-4048879345502785693</id><published>2008-12-04T08:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T08:23:24.390-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quando o salto parte'/><title type='text'>"flirty"?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7b1sFi-Yb4c/STgDm26o5MI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/uc3AARShFAw/s1600-h/marie-antoinette.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275970929575912642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7b1sFi-Yb4c/STgDm26o5MI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/uc3AARShFAw/s400/marie-antoinette.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Segundo a vy "Ele é um bocado flirty..." , diz que vem da palavra "flirt"....onde isto já vai!!&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/6801515759089871434-4048879345502785693?l=conversasdesaltoalto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6801515759089871434/posts/default/4048879345502785693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6801515759089871434/posts/default/4048879345502785693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversasdesaltoalto.blogspot.com/2008/12/flirty.html' title='&quot;flirty&quot;?!'/><author><name>Juventude Popular de Sintra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15809615491819869127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7b1sFi-Yb4c/STgDm26o5MI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/uc3AARShFAw/s72-c/marie-antoinette.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6801515759089871434.post-2149873536459799055</id><published>2008-11-29T09:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T09:52:30.899-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quando o salto alto fica derretido'/><title type='text'>Temos Tia!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7b1sFi-Yb4c/STGA0_-A1UI/AAAAAAAAAXI/XBMO6sbeYkk/s1600-h/AnneGeddes05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274138286640649538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 319px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7b1sFi-Yb4c/STGA0_-A1UI/AAAAAAAAAXI/XBMO6sbeYkk/s400/AnneGeddes05.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Parabéns à Rita B., que no meio de um conversa de msn foi tia do Martim! PARABÉNS!&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/6801515759089871434-2149873536459799055?l=conversasdesaltoalto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6801515759089871434/posts/default/2149873536459799055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6801515759089871434/posts/default/2149873536459799055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversasdesaltoalto.blogspot.com/2008/11/temos-tia.html' title='Temos Tia!'/><author><name>Juventude Popular de Sintra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15809615491819869127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7b1sFi-Yb4c/STGA0_-A1UI/AAAAAAAAAXI/XBMO6sbeYkk/s72-c/AnneGeddes05.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6801515759089871434.post-1269364105465588733</id><published>2008-11-26T13:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T14:21:34.675-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='viagens'/><title type='text'>50 cêntimos a ida ao wc!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7b1sFi-Yb4c/SS3BlbA4xUI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/vHCdHp-0BWg/s1600-h/554.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273083587371517250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7b1sFi-Yb4c/SS3BlbA4xUI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/vHCdHp-0BWg/s320/554.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Na última semana, sempre que precisava de ir a um wc tinha de pagar 50 cent com direito a ticket e tudo!&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/6801515759089871434-1269364105465588733?l=conversasdesaltoalto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6801515759089871434/posts/default/1269364105465588733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6801515759089871434/posts/default/1269364105465588733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversasdesaltoalto.blogspot.com/2008/11/50-cntimos-ida-ao-wc.html' title='50 cêntimos a ida ao wc!'/><author><name>Juventude Popular de Sintra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15809615491819869127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7b1sFi-Yb4c/SS3BlbA4xUI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/vHCdHp-0BWg/s72-c/554.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6801515759089871434.post-8160004454509265250</id><published>2008-11-26T11:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T11:29:01.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Starbucks em Belém</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4F-TaxWbeTM/SS2haDzalPI/AAAAAAAAABw/k81POyVwrCY/s1600-h/-misc-um-web0000-um-tmp-zipupload.344D0081C6D87A5EB0399-DSC01062%5B2%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273048207790347506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4F-TaxWbeTM/SS2haDzalPI/AAAAAAAAABw/k81POyVwrCY/s400/-misc-um-web0000-um-tmp-zipupload.344D0081C6D87A5EB0399-DSC01062%5B2%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chegou a Belém....como diz o meu professor de projecto...uma americanisse!!Se é ou não, não sei...deve ser...mas agora não interessa...mas eu adoro...e cada vez que vou a Londres não abdico de pelo menos uma ida ao Starbucks!!Mas agora está diria à porta da faculdade!!&lt;br /&gt;Por isso, meus amores temos que ir!!é muito perto do Pão Pão...ai uma tarde tão bem passada...depois de um almocinho no Pão Pão...um belo de um Cappuccino e de um Mufin!! (Eu sei que é muitoooo calórico...mas uma vez ou outra não faz mal nenhum!!)&lt;br /&gt;Eu não sei das outras princesas....mas Cate eu sei que tu és muito adepta...as outras pirosas se não são passam a ser!!!:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6801515759089871434-8160004454509265250?l=conversasdesaltoalto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6801515759089871434/posts/default/8160004454509265250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6801515759089871434/posts/default/8160004454509265250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversasdesaltoalto.blogspot.com/2008/11/starbucks-em-belm.html' title='Starbucks em Belém'/><author><name>Vyernu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13380081351165045185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4F-TaxWbeTM/SS2haDzalPI/AAAAAAAAABw/k81POyVwrCY/s72-c/-misc-um-web0000-um-tmp-zipupload.344D0081C6D87A5EB0399-DSC01062%5B2%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6801515759089871434.post-8060766957324871395</id><published>2008-11-21T09:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T09:04:37.476-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quando os saltos são trocados por botas bem quentinhas'/><title type='text'>Como nos filmes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7b1sFi-Yb4c/SSbppJJdy9I/AAAAAAAAAVw/La2f-oIHNis/s1600-h/242.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271157306923273170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7b1sFi-Yb4c/SSbppJJdy9I/AAAAAAAAAVw/La2f-oIHNis/s320/242.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bruges&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7b1sFi-Yb4c/SSbpo4E_AOI/AAAAAAAAAVo/iYsujQ1HNdY/s1600-h/241.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271157302341075170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7b1sFi-Yb4c/SSbpo4E_AOI/AAAAAAAAAVo/iYsujQ1HNdY/s320/241.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bruges&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7b1sFi-Yb4c/SSbpopTQ4vI/AAAAAAAAAVg/nobqX4jyWvk/s1600-h/130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271157298374435570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7b1sFi-Yb4c/SSbpopTQ4vI/AAAAAAAAAVg/nobqX4jyWvk/s320/130.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Antuérpia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só para deixar aqui um pequeno apontamento da minha última semana....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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/6801515759089871434-8060766957324871395?l=conversasdesaltoalto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6801515759089871434/posts/default/8060766957324871395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6801515759089871434/posts/default/8060766957324871395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversasdesaltoalto.blogspot.com/2008/11/como-nos-filmes.html' title='Como nos filmes...'/><author><name>Juventude Popular de Sintra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15809615491819869127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7b1sFi-Yb4c/SSbppJJdy9I/AAAAAAAAAVw/La2f-oIHNis/s72-c/242.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6801515759089871434.post-1499616688527147844</id><published>2008-11-21T08:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T08:55:32.564-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='viagens'/><title type='text'>de regresso</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7b1sFi-Yb4c/SSbnsC2x0bI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/04pLq2zLB20/s1600-h/655.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271155157750632882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7b1sFi-Yb4c/SSbnsC2x0bI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/04pLq2zLB20/s320/655.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271155161863747586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7b1sFi-Yb4c/SSbnsSLa-AI/AAAAAAAAAVY/ZXXvcIO9fUM/s320/507.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6801515759089871434-1499616688527147844?l=conversasdesaltoalto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6801515759089871434/posts/default/1499616688527147844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6801515759089871434/posts/default/1499616688527147844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversasdesaltoalto.blogspot.com/2008/11/de-regresso.html' title='de regresso'/><author><name>Juventude Popular de Sintra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15809615491819869127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7b1sFi-Yb4c/SSbnsC2x0bI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/04pLq2zLB20/s72-c/655.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6801515759089871434.post-2139387722312841935</id><published>2008-11-19T18:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T18:28:19.721-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dançar descalça'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dar ao sapatinho de cristal'/><title type='text'>tango em lisboa</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3zD9W9SZj9w&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca"&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/3zD9W9SZj9w&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotan Project vão estar dia 20 de Dezembro no Campo Pequeno, em Lisboa.&lt;br /&gt;VAMOS, GIRLS?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6801515759089871434-2139387722312841935?l=conversasdesaltoalto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6801515759089871434/posts/default/2139387722312841935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6801515759089871434/posts/default/2139387722312841935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversasdesaltoalto.blogspot.com/2008/11/tango-em-lisboa.html' title='tango em lisboa'/><author><name>Rita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11673829073482825031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2I4fZJBKFdA/ScWZ45ZfHiI/AAAAAAAAAvo/lujNLR6ICm4/S220/aniv+Catarina+Alves_+Rita2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6801515759089871434.post-5348212554142448340</id><published>2008-11-12T07:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T07:25:38.784-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dar ao sapatinho de cristal'/><title type='text'>istó é que é dar ao sapatinho...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tw4CmCpLLW4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&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/tw4CmCpLLW4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Beggin, beggin you&lt;br /&gt;                                Put your loving hand out, baby&lt;br /&gt;             Beggin, beggin you&lt;br /&gt;                                         Put your loving hand out, darlin...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6801515759089871434-5348212554142448340?l=conversasdesaltoalto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6801515759089871434/posts/default/5348212554142448340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6801515759089871434/posts/default/5348212554142448340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversasdesaltoalto.blogspot.com/2008/11/ist-que-dar-ao-sapatinho.html' title='istó é que é dar ao sapatinho...'/><author><name>Rita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11673829073482825031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2I4fZJBKFdA/ScWZ45ZfHiI/AAAAAAAAAvo/lujNLR6ICm4/S220/aniv+Catarina+Alves_+Rita2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6801515759089871434.post-1984079051263599164</id><published>2008-11-11T11:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T11:59:57.397-08:00</updated><title type='text'>007</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4F-TaxWbeTM/SRnjsEEmKoI/AAAAAAAAABo/GdSY_Qo1ZiM/s1600-h/007quantum01%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267491585333275266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4F-TaxWbeTM/SRnjsEEmKoI/AAAAAAAAABo/GdSY_Qo1ZiM/s400/007quantum01%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; 007 Quantum of Solace&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;O Senhor Bond está de regresso com uma nova aventura e um novo objectivo!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Recomenda-se!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6801515759089871434-1984079051263599164?l=conversasdesaltoalto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6801515759089871434/posts/default/1984079051263599164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6801515759089871434/posts/default/1984079051263599164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversasdesaltoalto.blogspot.com/2008/11/007.html' title='007'/><author><name>Vyernu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13380081351165045185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4F-TaxWbeTM/SRnjsEEmKoI/AAAAAAAAABo/GdSY_Qo1ZiM/s72-c/007quantum01%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6801515759089871434.post-8759978020753615227</id><published>2008-11-07T02:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T02:20:32.764-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quando o salto alto é trocado por botas'/><title type='text'>Festa Brava!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7b1sFi-Yb4c/SRQWHQMR4XI/AAAAAAAAAT4/20GfnVUcNU8/s1600-h/golega2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265858178164318578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 262px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7b1sFi-Yb4c/SRQWHQMR4XI/AAAAAAAAAT4/20GfnVUcNU8/s320/golega2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Começa este fim de semana, mais uma edição da Feira do cavalo na Golegã.&lt;br /&gt;Deixo aqui um convite às castanhas, quiça a uma garupa!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6801515759089871434-8759978020753615227?l=conversasdesaltoalto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6801515759089871434/posts/default/8759978020753615227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6801515759089871434/posts/default/8759978020753615227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversasdesaltoalto.blogspot.com/2008/11/festa-brava.html' title='Festa Brava!'/><author><name>Juventude Popular de Sintra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15809615491819869127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7b1sFi-Yb4c/SRQWHQMR4XI/AAAAAAAAAT4/20GfnVUcNU8/s72-c/golega2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6801515759089871434.post-772045544484064352</id><published>2008-11-04T07:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T07:26:53.779-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Recomendação</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7b1sFi-Yb4c/SRBpjxiLa-I/AAAAAAAAATY/jlGeaQQxXlE/s1600-h/w165.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264824027709139938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 312px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7b1sFi-Yb4c/SRBpjxiLa-I/AAAAAAAAATY/jlGeaQQxXlE/s400/w165.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/6801515759089871434-772045544484064352?l=conversasdesaltoalto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6801515759089871434/posts/default/772045544484064352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6801515759089871434/posts/default/772045544484064352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversasdesaltoalto.blogspot.com/2008/11/recomendao.html' title='Recomendação'/><author><name>Juventude Popular de Sintra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15809615491819869127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7b1sFi-Yb4c/SRBpjxiLa-I/AAAAAAAAATY/jlGeaQQxXlE/s72-c/w165.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6801515759089871434.post-6115349458534352819</id><published>2008-11-04T06:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T06:17:06.338-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TENHAM JUÍZO!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Estão vocês na aula de história, talvez a ponderar se ir ou não à aula de sociologia urbana à tarde, e vinha eu descansar e também reflectir sobre uma conversa interessante que tive ontem com o meu querido Gonçalo Bilé, áquela hora em que (Joana e Rita) me disseram "és louca! devias ir para casa dormir..." e que hoje ainda não tive oportunidade de partilhar senão com a Catarina com quem reparti a mesa da primeira aula da manhã e depois os minutos do pequeno-almoço no bar da nossa faculdade. Pois bem, dizia eu que vinha descansar e já o meu telefone tocou 20 vezes (maldito telemóvel), já tive que ligar o computador para pesquisar informação da morada do restaurante onde o pai vai almoçar e o numero de telefone do ginásio com que a mãe está furiosa, já ouvi a porta de casa bater 3 vezes...descansar nem por isso, mas e mesmo assim não tenho conseguido parar de pensar na conversa de ontem, começada por escrito no dia anterior em blog alheio (ou nem tanto): &lt;a href="http://cinco-vs-um.blogspot.com/2008/11/eu-quero-ir.html"&gt;http://cinco-vs-um.blogspot.com/2008/11/eu-quero-ir.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O 'post' fala sobre uma peça de teatro, a qual a quem perguntam sempre "então já tens mais juizinho?" quer muito assistir e que eu também gostava muito, intitulada, precisamente, "Já tenho idade para ter juízo": &lt;a href="http://www.pedrotochas.com/idade.htm"&gt;http://www.pedrotochas.com/idade.htm&lt;/a&gt; (para mais informações).&lt;br /&gt;O que é que alguém que, aparentemente, "não tem juizo" pode dizer sobre a idade de já o ter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O tema gerou uma série de questões, pensamentos e vontades, que com mais tempo posso (será um prazer!), se quiserem, partilhar convosco!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TENHAM JUÍZO!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6801515759089871434-6115349458534352819?l=conversasdesaltoalto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6801515759089871434/posts/default/6115349458534352819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6801515759089871434/posts/default/6115349458534352819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversasdesaltoalto.blogspot.com/2008/11/tenham-juzo.html' title='TENHAM JUÍZO!'/><author><name>Rita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11673829073482825031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2I4fZJBKFdA/ScWZ45ZfHiI/AAAAAAAAAvo/lujNLR6ICm4/S220/aniv+Catarina+Alves_+Rita2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6801515759089871434.post-5945698897957447808</id><published>2008-10-25T11:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T11:13:57.745-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parabéns'/><title type='text'>À minha Jo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7b1sFi-Yb4c/SQNhtyx5fMI/AAAAAAAAASY/md-bpOFQmYc/s1600-h/BlaF.8398719-02"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261156229051940034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 209px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7b1sFi-Yb4c/SQNhtyx5fMI/AAAAAAAAASY/md-bpOFQmYc/s400/BlaF.8398719-02" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;parabéns!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6801515759089871434-5945698897957447808?l=conversasdesaltoalto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6801515759089871434/posts/default/5945698897957447808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6801515759089871434/posts/default/5945698897957447808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversasdesaltoalto.blogspot.com/2008/10/minha-jo.html' title='À minha Jo!'/><author><name>Juventude Popular de Sintra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15809615491819869127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7b1sFi-Yb4c/SQNhtyx5fMI/AAAAAAAAASY/md-bpOFQmYc/s72-c/BlaF.8398719-02' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6801515759089871434.post-8270367012596274401</id><published>2008-10-25T09:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T09:40:33.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'>(dedicatória)</title><content type='html'>'Um beijo na boca...volta na praça...massagem na costa...&lt;br /&gt;Rio de Janeiro, Carnaval, la ra la la, Copacabana, caipirinha'...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5E60nu1QLck&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5E60nu1QLck&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta é para a nossa Jo! Quando toca na rádio o volume aumenta, recebe mensagens a dizer "põe na orbital!"e em modo 'dançante' ouve-se o "eu tenho mesmo que ter esta música". Muito mais felizes e contentes, dançamos e balbuciamos "tá gostar", "copacabana, caipirinha", "um beijo na boca", "massagem na costa", "...comprar umas roupinha", "copacabana, caipirinha", "tá gostar..." O dia torna-se muito muito mais animado!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É para ti, para que tenhas um dia muito feliz!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6801515759089871434-8270367012596274401?l=conversasdesaltoalto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6801515759089871434/posts/default/8270367012596274401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6801515759089871434/posts/default/8270367012596274401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversasdesaltoalto.blogspot.com/2008/10/um-beijo-na-boca.html' title='(dedicatória)'/><author><name>Rita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11673829073482825031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2I4fZJBKFdA/ScWZ45ZfHiI/AAAAAAAAAvo/lujNLR6ICm4/S220/aniv+Catarina+Alves_+Rita2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6801515759089871434.post-1796623544914119271</id><published>2008-10-25T08:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T09:10:57.101-07:00</updated><title type='text'>UM BRINDE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2I4fZJBKFdA/SQNE0IINTcI/AAAAAAAAAkM/1gf8ZFjnUGc/s1600-h/postal+joaninha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261124452024667586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 157px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2I4fZJBKFdA/SQNE0IINTcI/AAAAAAAAAkM/1gf8ZFjnUGc/s400/postal+joaninha.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;PARABÉNS PRINCESA JOANA!&lt;br /&gt;Que os 21 te tragam muita felicidade!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mais um brinde!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6801515759089871434-1796623544914119271?l=conversasdesaltoalto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6801515759089871434/posts/default/1796623544914119271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6801515759089871434/posts/default/1796623544914119271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversasdesaltoalto.blogspot.com/2008/10/um-brinde.html' title='UM BRINDE!'/><author><name>Rita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11673829073482825031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2I4fZJBKFdA/ScWZ45ZfHiI/AAAAAAAAAvo/lujNLR6ICm4/S220/aniv+Catarina+Alves_+Rita2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2I4fZJBKFdA/SQNE0IINTcI/AAAAAAAAAkM/1gf8ZFjnUGc/s72-c/postal+joaninha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6801515759089871434.post-1533158572872254646</id><published>2008-10-08T10:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T10:36:15.361-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Parabéns!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4F-TaxWbeTM/SOzvMvrrL0I/AAAAAAAAABg/AS6nGbz1-n0/s1600-h/82663369%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254837867471646530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4F-TaxWbeTM/SOzvMvrrL0I/AAAAAAAAABg/AS6nGbz1-n0/s400/82663369%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Parabéns à nossa Catarina que hoje completa 21 aninhos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6801515759089871434-1533158572872254646?l=conversasdesaltoalto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6801515759089871434/posts/default/1533158572872254646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6801515759089871434/posts/default/1533158572872254646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversasdesaltoalto.blogspot.com/2008/10/parabns.html' title='Parabéns!'/><author><name>Vyernu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13380081351165045185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4F-TaxWbeTM/SOzvMvrrL0I/AAAAAAAAABg/AS6nGbz1-n0/s72-c/82663369%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6801515759089871434.post-361037156139075511</id><published>2008-10-06T14:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T14:39:05.961-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dançar descalça'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sem salto alto'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='andar descalça'/><title type='text'>Noite hindu</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7b1sFi-Yb4c/SOqFCw7ZajI/AAAAAAAAAOg/G-d4L1VvGiA/s1600-h/CIMG9794.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254158197821368882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7b1sFi-Yb4c/SOqFCw7ZajI/AAAAAAAAAOg/G-d4L1VvGiA/s320/CIMG9794.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Porque a tia da Vy conseguiu enrolar a minha pessoa em 7 metros de tecido! Que experiência!&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/6801515759089871434-361037156139075511?l=conversasdesaltoalto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6801515759089871434/posts/default/361037156139075511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6801515759089871434/posts/default/361037156139075511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversasdesaltoalto.blogspot.com/2008/10/noite-hindu.html' title='Noite hindu'/><author><name>Juventude Popular de Sintra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15809615491819869127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7b1sFi-Yb4c/SOqFCw7ZajI/AAAAAAAAAOg/G-d4L1VvGiA/s72-c/CIMG9794.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6801515759089871434.post-6228099912854563873</id><published>2008-10-04T04:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T04:12:41.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Para hoje...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2I4fZJBKFdA/SOdPL11GloI/AAAAAAAAAh8/m88a8pDal5U/s1600-h/festa+indiana.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253254555197937282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2I4fZJBKFdA/SOdPL11GloI/AAAAAAAAAh8/m88a8pDal5U/s400/festa+indiana.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Vestidas a rigor, hoje, pela nossa Vyernu, para festa indiana...&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/6801515759089871434-6228099912854563873?l=conversasdesaltoalto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6801515759089871434/posts/default/6228099912854563873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6801515759089871434/posts/default/6228099912854563873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversasdesaltoalto.blogspot.com/2008/10/para-hoje.html' title='Para hoje...'/><author><name>Rita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11673829073482825031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2I4fZJBKFdA/ScWZ45ZfHiI/AAAAAAAAAvo/lujNLR6ICm4/S220/aniv+Catarina+Alves_+Rita2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2I4fZJBKFdA/SOdPL11GloI/AAAAAAAAAh8/m88a8pDal5U/s72-c/festa+indiana.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6801515759089871434.post-6880520142769139002</id><published>2008-09-27T15:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T15:26:11.149-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quando o salto parte'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quando o cristal estala'/><title type='text'>Tabu</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7b1sFi-Yb4c/SN6xvVNC6iI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/2HuEwu8VghM/s1600-h/53272481.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250829642264406562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7b1sFi-Yb4c/SN6xvVNC6iI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/2HuEwu8VghM/s320/53272481.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; "Tabu é um &lt;strong&gt;assunto de que simplesmente não se fala&lt;/strong&gt; por várias razões: porque é alvo de opiniões contraditórias, porque é um assunto que interfere com a sensibilidade das pessoas, etc. Também pode ser considerado como qualquer assunto inaceitável ou proibido em uma determinada sociedade."&lt;/em&gt; in Wikipédia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Fazem assim parte da minha lista de "Tabu" os seguintes assuntos, e já agora as seguintes palavras:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;FACULDADE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;REGRESSO ÀS AULAS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;OUTONO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;CHUVA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;LANÇAMENTO DE TRABALHO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;SEGUNDA- FEIRA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6801515759089871434-6880520142769139002?l=conversasdesaltoalto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6801515759089871434/posts/default/6880520142769139002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6801515759089871434/posts/default/6880520142769139002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversasdesaltoalto.blogspot.com/2008/09/tabu.html' title='Tabu'/><author><name>Juventude Popular de Sintra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15809615491819869127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7b1sFi-Yb4c/SN6xvVNC6iI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/2HuEwu8VghM/s72-c/53272481.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6801515759089871434.post-681618054565769486</id><published>2008-09-27T15:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T15:07:08.839-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quando não queremos por a havaiana de lado'/><title type='text'>Verão chega ao fim?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7b1sFi-Yb4c/SN6uJXKCDOI/AAAAAAAAAOI/ynVILhWfk-E/s1600-h/H479~Vogue-May-15-1941-Posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250825691418725602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7b1sFi-Yb4c/SN6uJXKCDOI/AAAAAAAAAOI/ynVILhWfk-E/s320/H479~Vogue-May-15-1941-Posters.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Eu ainda não notei nada&lt;/span&gt;...(vá confesso que só notei hoje um bocadinho durante a tarde, mas só por 5 minutos) o sol voltou logo cheio de graça!&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/6801515759089871434-681618054565769486?l=conversasdesaltoalto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6801515759089871434/posts/default/681618054565769486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6801515759089871434/posts/default/681618054565769486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversasdesaltoalto.blogspot.com/2008/09/vero-chega-ao-fim.html' title='Verão chega ao fim?!'/><author><name>Juventude Popular de Sintra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15809615491819869127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7b1sFi-Yb4c/SN6uJXKCDOI/AAAAAAAAAOI/ynVILhWfk-E/s72-c/H479~Vogue-May-15-1941-Posters.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6801515759089871434.post-4601147881383140247</id><published>2008-09-25T13:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T13:39:38.279-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adoro aulas e exames'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='acontecimentos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='novidades'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amigas de saltos altos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='loucura'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='que caos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relax take it easy'/><title type='text'>Ponto de situação</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Perdemos algumas batalhas, mas ganhámos a guerra! (lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HOJE INSCREVEMO-NOS, FINALMENTE, NA TÃO DESEJADA TURMA C!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6801515759089871434-4601147881383140247?l=conversasdesaltoalto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6801515759089871434/posts/default/4601147881383140247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6801515759089871434/posts/default/4601147881383140247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversasdesaltoalto.blogspot.com/2008/09/ponto-de-situao.html' title='Ponto de situação'/><author><name>Rita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11673829073482825031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2I4fZJBKFdA/ScWZ45ZfHiI/AAAAAAAAAvo/lujNLR6ICm4/S220/aniv+Catarina+Alves_+Rita2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6801515759089871434.post-3477070815357706639</id><published>2008-09-24T17:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T17:33:48.121-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='loucura'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quando o salto fica preso'/><title type='text'>Contas a ajustar...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Di, o &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;VERÃO&lt;/span&gt; chegou, oficialmente, ao fim!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6801515759089871434-3477070815357706639?l=conversasdesaltoalto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6801515759089871434/posts/default/3477070815357706639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6801515759089871434/posts/default/3477070815357706639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversasdesaltoalto.blogspot.com/2008/09/contas-ajustar.html' title='Contas a ajustar...'/><author><name>Rita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11673829073482825031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2I4fZJBKFdA/ScWZ45ZfHiI/AAAAAAAAAvo/lujNLR6ICm4/S220/aniv+Catarina+Alves_+Rita2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6801515759089871434.post-455180572500783264</id><published>2008-09-24T07:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T07:51:00.884-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quando não queremos por a havaiana de lado'/><title type='text'>Porque eu quero!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7b1sFi-Yb4c/SNpTTdz9AfI/AAAAAAAAAN4/0C5tk-oU2e0/s1600-h/absolut%20summer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249599909538890226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7b1sFi-Yb4c/SNpTTdz9AfI/AAAAAAAAAN4/0C5tk-oU2e0/s320/absolut%2520summer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/6801515759089871434-455180572500783264?l=conversasdesaltoalto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6801515759089871434/posts/default/455180572500783264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6801515759089871434/posts/default/455180572500783264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversasdesaltoalto.blogspot.com/2008/09/porque-eu-quero.html' title='Porque eu quero!'/><author><name>Juventude Popular de Sintra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15809615491819869127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7b1sFi-Yb4c/SNpTTdz9AfI/AAAAAAAAAN4/0C5tk-oU2e0/s72-c/absolut%2520summer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6801515759089871434.post-5345629771450422304</id><published>2008-09-20T14:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T14:22:42.994-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='organização do closet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quando o salto alto é trocado pela havaiana'/><title type='text'>Arrumações</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7b1sFi-Yb4c/SNVpl1vKoXI/AAAAAAAAANo/DHMOPJTSw-o/s1600-h/moving-boxes-file.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248217039571165554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7b1sFi-Yb4c/SNVpl1vKoXI/AAAAAAAAANo/DHMOPJTSw-o/s320/moving-boxes-file.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Não há como fugir! É tempo de mudanças e arrumações! Não é um tema que neste momento seja muito querido, pois continuo “obcecada” com a praia, quero aproveitar o último raio de sol poderoso, a última bandeira verde, enfim… Mas a verdade é que já vai sendo o tempo de por em ordem tudo aquilo que foi posto de lado, mal o S.Pedro começou a dar uns ares de sua graça. As aulas ainda não começaram (&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ufa&lt;/span&gt;), mas essas lamentações sobre noitadas, maquetes e xizatos são para mais tarde. Por agora já vi que as mudanças nesta nossa janela de “futilidades” ficaram a cargo da Rita.&lt;br /&gt;Na caixa com a etiqueta “Verão 2008” ficam os jantares, as festas, os banhos de piscina, “as praias”, as aventuras de autocaravana, e os biquinis pequeninos (alguns mesmo às bolinhas amarelas).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6801515759089871434-5345629771450422304?l=conversasdesaltoalto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6801515759089871434/posts/default/5345629771450422304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6801515759089871434/posts/default/5345629771450422304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversasdesaltoalto.blogspot.com/2008/09/arrumaes.html' title='Arrumações'/><author><name>Juventude Popular de Sintra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15809615491819869127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7b1sFi-Yb4c/SNVpl1vKoXI/AAAAAAAAANo/DHMOPJTSw-o/s72-c/moving-boxes-file.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6801515759089871434.post-8932460118564785815</id><published>2008-09-19T10:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T10:48:48.059-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DONTCLICK.IT</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CAN YOU RESIST CLICKING?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247789525519208706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2I4fZJBKFdA/SNPkxPyWkQI/AAAAAAAAAY0/MaV1YUci-yM/s400/dontclickit.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MAKE YORSELF HEARD.&lt;br /&gt;EXPERIENCE A BUTTON-FREE WORLD.&lt;br /&gt;YOU KNOW HOW TO USE A BUTTON, BUT DID YOU KNOW, GET A GLIMPSE ON THE IDEA BEHIND THIS.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERY IDEA HAS A STORY...&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;DONTCLICK.IT&lt;/strong&gt; started as an abstract idea, where the outcome initially was uncertain. It slowly grew to what it is now: an interface, that wants to be navegated under special conditions, to provide answers to questions, wich envolved during conception and production. Answers, given by you..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2I4fZJBKFdA/SNPfpiixJHI/AAAAAAAAAYU/ipjp3s27uoA/s1600-h/dontclickit.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247789525714191570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2I4fZJBKFdA/SNPkxQg1xNI/AAAAAAAAAY8/L3IZjRcGQ7k/s400/dontclickit.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dontclick.it/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://www.dontclick.it/&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHAT DO YOU THING ABOUT THIS PROJECT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6801515759089871434-8932460118564785815?l=conversasdesaltoalto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6801515759089871434/posts/default/8932460118564785815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6801515759089871434/posts/default/8932460118564785815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversasdesaltoalto.blogspot.com/2008/09/dontclickit.html' title='DONTCLICK.IT'/><author><name>Rita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11673829073482825031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2I4fZJBKFdA/ScWZ45ZfHiI/AAAAAAAAAvo/lujNLR6ICm4/S220/aniv+Catarina+Alves_+Rita2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2I4fZJBKFdA/SNPkxPyWkQI/AAAAAAAAAY0/MaV1YUci-yM/s72-c/dontclickit.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6801515759089871434.post-8623956728399392924</id><published>2008-09-17T12:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T12:39:11.361-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quando o salto alto se torna insuportavel'/><title type='text'>Andei assim...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7b1sFi-Yb4c/SNFbrOOu6zI/AAAAAAAAANg/7EGS2iZCzDI/s1600-h/88648967_3ac16dcccc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247075838975732530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7b1sFi-Yb4c/SNFbrOOu6zI/AAAAAAAAANg/7EGS2iZCzDI/s320/88648967_3ac16dcccc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Passei assim os meus últimos dias. Uma verdadeira correria que ia acabando em muletas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Para já, muito gelo, muito creme, muito repouso...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6801515759089871434-8623956728399392924?l=conversasdesaltoalto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6801515759089871434/posts/default/8623956728399392924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6801515759089871434/posts/default/8623956728399392924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversasdesaltoalto.blogspot.com/2008/09/andei-assim.html' title='Andei assim...'/><author><name>Juventude Popular de Sintra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15809615491819869127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7b1sFi-Yb4c/SNFbrOOu6zI/AAAAAAAAANg/7EGS2iZCzDI/s72-c/88648967_3ac16dcccc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6801515759089871434.post-5600873137215167293</id><published>2008-09-15T10:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T10:27:06.847-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='novidades'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amigas de saltos altos'/><title type='text'>OFICIAL</title><content type='html'>É oficial, a nossa Di vai trocar as maquetes por...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246297656365170546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2I4fZJBKFdA/SM6X7CGcP3I/AAAAAAAAAWI/gwV3bEpxdQE/s400/photo_fashiondesigner.jpg" border="0" /&gt;...tecidos, lápis, canetas, agulhas, linhas, aulas de costura, muita imaginação...enfim, o mundo da moda.&lt;br /&gt;(tentador? claro que sim...)&lt;br /&gt;A notícia é de que foi 'colocada' na FAL, em Arquitectura da moda.&lt;br /&gt;Agora ficam prometidos inúmeros encontros, almoços, passeios em lojas de tecidos na baixa, em vez de longos serões a estudar história da arquitectura, estática, ambiente e sustentabilidade e afins...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;à parte: Ao que parece não vai estar presente nas aulas de estruturas para saber se levo ou não o caderno dos apontamentos, ao contrário de mim que vou poder verificar os 10 'post' de empreitada (mas calma, eu sei!, o Verão ainda não acabou...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boa Sorte, Di!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6801515759089871434-5600873137215167293?l=conversasdesaltoalto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6801515759089871434/posts/default/5600873137215167293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6801515759089871434/posts/default/5600873137215167293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversasdesaltoalto.blogspot.com/2008/09/oficial.html' title='OFICIAL'/><author><name>Rita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11673829073482825031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2I4fZJBKFdA/ScWZ45ZfHiI/AAAAAAAAAvo/lujNLR6ICm4/S220/aniv+Catarina+Alves_+Rita2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2I4fZJBKFdA/SM6X7CGcP3I/AAAAAAAAAWI/gwV3bEpxdQE/s72-c/photo_fashiondesigner.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6801515759089871434.post-1877038032696521681</id><published>2008-09-15T06:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T08:33:19.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ressuscitei (com saudades!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RESSUSCITEI!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou de volta. E nem sei como aguentei tanto tempo longe de computador, do nosso blog...enfim, todo este mundo cheio de imensa tecnologia... Ainda mais, não faço a mais pequena ideia de como deixei a Cate escrever mais de não sei quantos 'post' seguidos sem meter o &lt;em&gt;bedelho&lt;/em&gt;! QUE SAUDADES!&lt;br /&gt;As férias foram fantásticas. Perdão, estão a ser... ainda temos, no minimo, esta semaninha para aproveitar estes fantásticos raios de sol. Até porque parece que vamos continuar sem poder iniciar o nosso ano lectivo...&lt;br /&gt;Ao contrário da correria que foi a entrada para as salas de aula em época de exames (qual corrida a máquinas do casino, qual abertura de loja em saldos...nada batia aquilo!); agora a 'correria' à secretaria para as inscrições do 4º ano lectivo de arquitectura é a &lt;em&gt;passo de caracol&lt;/em&gt; ... (tudo isto pode mudar drasticamente, brevemente)&lt;br /&gt;Saudades daqueles almoços de conversasdesaltoalto, saudades dos pequenos almoços no bar...até saudades das intrigas entre turmas (e aposto que a Joana também). Saudades de ver as minhas girls 5, 6 ou até 7 dias por semana, isso sim!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS - Moçambique foi ainda melhor que a imagem que a Cate escolheu para ilustrar o meu destino de férias...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;E por falar em destinos de férias: Qual o destino para a nossa viagem (com os saltos altos, claro!) para este ano, enquanto não temos as agendas a programar directas para acabar maquetes, entregar trabalhos, estudar para frequências?! (Parece-vos boa ideia?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RECADO: Ressuscitei também em &lt;a href="http://ritalaginha.blogspot.com/2008/09/moambique-o-paraso-afinal-existe.html"&gt;http://ritalaginha.blogspot.com/2008/09/moambique-o-paraso-afinal-existe.html&lt;/a&gt; , onde podem conhecer o paraíso...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6801515759089871434-1877038032696521681?l=conversasdesaltoalto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6801515759089871434/posts/default/1877038032696521681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6801515759089871434/posts/default/1877038032696521681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversasdesaltoalto.blogspot.com/2008/09/ressuscitei-com-saudades.html' title='Ressuscitei (com saudades!)'/><author><name>Rita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11673829073482825031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2I4fZJBKFdA/ScWZ45ZfHiI/AAAAAAAAAvo/lujNLR6ICm4/S220/aniv+Catarina+Alves_+Rita2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6801515759089871434.post-8812433080604045209</id><published>2008-08-24T13:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T13:32:44.989-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sol a mais'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quando o cristal estala'/><title type='text'>Novo tratamento para unhas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7b1sFi-Yb4c/SLHE769Gc1I/AAAAAAAAAMY/9Ouo5DFhiRo/s1600-h/tratmentodeunhas.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238184375325455186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7b1sFi-Yb4c/SLHE769Gc1I/AAAAAAAAAMY/9Ouo5DFhiRo/s320/tratmentodeunhas.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Para as meninas arquitectas, chegou agora a solução para ter sempre umas unhas FANTÁSTICAS! Chega de unhas escravas de maquetes e paineis, de colas e xizatos!&lt;br /&gt;Tramento à base de marisco...&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/6801515759089871434-8812433080604045209?l=conversasdesaltoalto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6801515759089871434/posts/default/8812433080604045209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6801515759089871434/posts/default/8812433080604045209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversasdesaltoalto.blogspot.com/2008/08/novo-tratamento-para-unhas.html' title='Novo tratamento para unhas!'/><author><name>Juventude Popular de Sintra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15809615491819869127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7b1sFi-Yb4c/SLHE769Gc1I/AAAAAAAAAMY/9Ouo5DFhiRo/s72-c/tratmentodeunhas.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6801515759089871434.post-7295931963815199849</id><published>2008-08-18T13:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T13:55:53.440-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quero ver esses braçinhos no ar'/><title type='text'>Pé na areia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7b1sFi-Yb4c/SKnhnSIo9uI/AAAAAAAAALo/chpv927x01g/s1600-h/Girls+Trip+(508).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235964106794137314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7b1sFi-Yb4c/SKnhnSIo9uI/AAAAAAAAALo/chpv927x01g/s320/Girls+Trip+(508).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7b1sFi-Yb4c/SKnhn-9Yj-I/AAAAAAAAALw/d4wxvl8VBfs/s1600-h/Girls+Trip+(510).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235964118826520546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7b1sFi-Yb4c/SKnhn-9Yj-I/AAAAAAAAALw/d4wxvl8VBfs/s320/Girls+Trip+(510).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/6801515759089871434-7295931963815199849?l=conversasdesaltoalto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6801515759089871434/posts/default/7295931963815199849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6801515759089871434/posts/default/7295931963815199849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversasdesaltoalto.blogspot.com/2008/08/p-na-areia.html' title='Pé na areia'/><author><name>Juventude Popular de Sintra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15809615491819869127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7b1sFi-Yb4c/SKnhnSIo9uI/AAAAAAAAALo/chpv927x01g/s72-c/Girls+Trip+(508).JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6801515759089871434.post-6726883836578585547</id><published>2008-08-13T12:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T13:01:08.667-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quando o salto alto fica de lado'/><title type='text'>Voltei!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7b1sFi-Yb4c/SKM8npLVA2I/AAAAAAAAALA/E_IwEUyo6xk/s1600-h/Girls+Trip+(73).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234093843700581218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7b1sFi-Yb4c/SKM8npLVA2I/AAAAAAAAALA/E_IwEUyo6xk/s320/Girls+Trip+(73).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7b1sFi-Yb4c/SKM8oHOjChI/AAAAAAAAALI/A9NjEVTPrHs/s1600-h/Girls+Trip+(354).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234093851767147026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7b1sFi-Yb4c/SKM8oHOjChI/AAAAAAAAALI/A9NjEVTPrHs/s320/Girls+Trip+(354).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/6801515759089871434-6726883836578585547?l=conversasdesaltoalto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6801515759089871434/posts/default/6726883836578585547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6801515759089871434/posts/default/6726883836578585547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversasdesaltoalto.blogspot.com/2008/08/voltei.html' title='Voltei!!'/><author><name>Juventude Popular de Sintra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15809615491819869127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7b1sFi-Yb4c/SKM8npLVA2I/AAAAAAAAALA/E_IwEUyo6xk/s72-c/Girls+Trip+(73).JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6801515759089871434.post-4986714915786049325</id><published>2008-07-29T14:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T14:56:23.424-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='conversas de salto alto em férias'/><title type='text'>Conversas de salto alto em FÉRIAS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;As conversas de salto alto, este verão vão ter os seguintes cenários...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228557054874334578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7b1sFi-Yb4c/SI-Q8HeltXI/AAAAAAAAAKA/DzT96Pk3Mt8/s320/1675861307.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Moçambique&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228557058222984610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7b1sFi-Yb4c/SI-Q8T8-DaI/AAAAAAAAAKI/NZOMfS0qZS0/s320/12102004100751PM%40rotterdam%2520delfshaven.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Holanda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228557063881170626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7b1sFi-Yb4c/SI-Q8pB_HsI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/O5dSf39CO7g/s320/Russia-c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Rússia &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228558146631750418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7b1sFi-Yb4c/SI-R7ql10xI/AAAAAAAAAKo/N7G5o5uvvHI/s320/ffoto.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Praia Grande&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228557066404925026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7b1sFi-Yb4c/SI-Q8ybsjmI/AAAAAAAAAKY/7pIYHPRFs9c/s320/londres.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Londres&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228557072951374274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7b1sFi-Yb4c/SI-Q9K0fccI/AAAAAAAAAKg/pAAKFBfiIX8/s320/algarve-image.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Algarve (que novidade!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6801515759089871434-4986714915786049325?l=conversasdesaltoalto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6801515759089871434/posts/default/4986714915786049325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6801515759089871434/posts/default/4986714915786049325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversasdesaltoalto.blogspot.com/2008/07/conversas-de-salto-alto-em-frias.html' title='Conversas de salto alto em FÉRIAS!'/><author><name>Juventude Popular de Sintra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15809615491819869127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_7b1sFi-Yb4c/SI-Q8HeltXI/AAAAAAAAAKA/DzT96Pk3Mt8/s72-c/1675861307.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6801515759089871434.post-6338217964405561266</id><published>2008-07-17T16:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T16:18:17.706-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quando o cristal estala'/><title type='text'>Fútil</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7b1sFi-Yb4c/SH_SlNqQ6qI/AAAAAAAAAJI/7AFMoCZMaGs/s1600-h/ruben+toledo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224125629536987810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7b1sFi-Yb4c/SH_SlNqQ6qI/AAAAAAAAAJI/7AFMoCZMaGs/s320/ruben+toledo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;"É caso para dizer que o amigo da amiga, da amiga do amigo disse que este blog era só “coisinhas fúteis”, dou-lhe razão. Mas a verdade é que só as mulheres inteligentes se podem dar ao luxo de parecerem “fúteis”. Se 99% das nossas energias vão para coisas inteligentes, porque é que aquele 1%, em vez de ser ocupado com jogos de PSP, PES, jogos de futebol, entre outros, não pode ser ocupado com devaneios fúteis?! Assim só por diversão…já dizia a minha amiga Rita, um bocadinho de futilidade nunca fez mal a ninguém!" in&lt;/em&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.oultimodosteen.blogspot.com/"&gt;www.oultimodosteen.blogspot.com&lt;/a&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/6801515759089871434-6338217964405561266?l=conversasdesaltoalto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6801515759089871434/posts/default/6338217964405561266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6801515759089871434/posts/default/6338217964405561266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversasdesaltoalto.blogspot.com/2008/07/ftil.html' title='Fútil'/><author><name>Juventude Popular de Sintra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15809615491819869127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_7b1sFi-Yb4c/SH_SlNqQ6qI/AAAAAAAAAJI/7AFMoCZMaGs/s72-c/ruben+toledo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6801515759089871434.post-109087040507637514</id><published>2008-07-14T12:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T12:28:58.409-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quando o salto fica preso'/><title type='text'>Conversas de salto alto ao pequeno almoço</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7b1sFi-Yb4c/SHun4k1oGII/AAAAAAAAAI4/sG2GH0D9NK8/s1600-h/ron.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222952783269337218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7b1sFi-Yb4c/SHun4k1oGII/AAAAAAAAAI4/sG2GH0D9NK8/s320/ron.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; RTP às 07.00 am: " Fim de namoro de Cristiano Ronaldo com Nereida", no 24 horas ( sei de alguém que vai gostar disto, pensei)...mas o espírito do menino "d'oiro" não ficou por aqui...isto porque não há nada como passear o cão (ainda bem que já tenho um pastor alemão...mas secalhar o Cristiano não lhe fazia uma festinha, muito menos o achava querido).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6801515759089871434-109087040507637514?l=conversasdesaltoalto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6801515759089871434/posts/default/109087040507637514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6801515759089871434/posts/default/109087040507637514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversasdesaltoalto.blogspot.com/2008/07/conversas-de-salto-alto-ao-pequeno.html' title='Conversas de salto alto ao pequeno almoço'/><author><name>Juventude Popular de Sintra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15809615491819869127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7b1sFi-Yb4c/SHun4k1oGII/AAAAAAAAAI4/sG2GH0D9NK8/s72-c/ron.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6801515759089871434.post-4185603145132697950</id><published>2008-07-13T05:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T05:47:22.117-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dar ao sapatinho de cristal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lágrima de corcodilo'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/q-c94VVU7zc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/q-c94VVU7zc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Se há música que fez as delícias do meus últimos dias (sim, para além dos Gipsy Kings), foi sem dúvida esta dos Muse, que conseguiram arrepiar a minha pessoa no Rock in Rio. Com sabor a despedida, escolho esta música para representar aquilo a que se chamam 3 anos de experiências, de momentos, o fim de um ciclo, ínicio de outro, uma "licenciatura em Ciências da Arquitectura".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6801515759089871434-4185603145132697950?l=conversasdesaltoalto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6801515759089871434/posts/default/4185603145132697950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6801515759089871434/posts/default/4185603145132697950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversasdesaltoalto.blogspot.com/2008/07/se-h-msica-que-fez-as-delcias-do-meus.html' title=''/><author><name>Juventude Popular de Sintra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15809615491819869127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6801515759089871434.post-1771722100651326878</id><published>2008-07-11T20:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T03:43:00.270-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dar ao sapatinho de cristal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amigas de saltos altos'/><title type='text'>eu e o portfólio em conversas de saltos altos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As minhas girls já devem dormir! São 4h15 a.m e eu estou agarrada ao portfólio de projecto! (já sabem como sou...)&lt;br /&gt;E é incrivel; sou mesmo uma sentimentalista da treta! Então não é que estou a gostar só por estar a recordar situações que se passaram ao longo do ano (e que ano tão comprido)?... Quando apresentei o meu tapume ainda mal vos conhecia, Cate, Di e Rita! E lembram-se daquele powerpoint de apresentação que fizémos? Ahah...eu apresentei no dia de aniversário da Cate e dediquei-lhe o meu último slide para lhe desejar 'Parabéns', mal sabia como íamos ficar amigas! E só devo ter sido convidada para a festinha de aniversário porque foi querido da minha parte dedicar-lhe o meu último slide do powerpoint (e foi lá que tirámos, talvez, as melhores fotografias do ano lectivo! Que giras que estamos, ainda com um tom de Verão...). Este ano ainda viajei com a Mary e com a Jo para Berlim (parece que foi há uma eternidade), estivémos juntas nas viagens de Bilbao e San Sebastián e Sevilha, fizémos o nosso primeiro girls dinner no Natal (e depois desses tantos se seguiram), num deles andámos a esconder restos de Sushi em latas de coca-cola e guardanapos para não termos que pagar multa; tivémos direito a sessões de tarot; dançámos todas juntas até altas horas no Lux; fizémos apontamentos das apresentações de projecto umas das outras para não nos escapar nada...&lt;br /&gt;Podemos ter tido uns professores, por vezes, chatos e, do nosso ponto de vista, um bocadinho injustos. Podemos estar a achar que as notas não correspodem ao que dedicámos à faculdade este ano; mas divertimo-nos muito muito...&lt;br /&gt;Oh Jiz_zus, tudo isto por estar a fazer um portfólio? (estarei louca?!)&lt;br /&gt;Eu juro, só vinha ao blog deixar um recadinho de nada com a musiquinha que está a fazer de banda sonora da minha longa noite de trabalho. Quero partilhar convosco!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/td5KzGY9drM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/td5KzGY9drM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dave Matthews Band - "Stolen Away on 55th &amp;amp; 3rd"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Não me lembro como se chama e não sei explicar porquê mas gosto muito desse actor que entra também no "PearlHarbor". Importante dizer, dado aos recentes post sobre os homens dos sonhos da Cate e Di (no entanto este não é o meu preferido)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;P.s - Entretanto às 4h30 a Catarina Maria deu o ar de sua graça! Ainda está acordada a fazer portfólio! Wohooo! Vivam os portfólios de Projecto e as frequências de Ambiente e Sustentabilidade (1, 2, 3 diga lá, futuro arquitecto, o que é "Nicho Ecológico", "Cadeia Alimentar", "Ecótono" e "Consumidores primários, secundários e terciários"!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijinho girls! Bom trabalho! (está quase quase quase...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6801515759089871434-1771722100651326878?l=conversasdesaltoalto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6801515759089871434/posts/default/1771722100651326878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6801515759089871434/posts/default/1771722100651326878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversasdesaltoalto.blogspot.com/2008/07/eu-e-o-portflio-em-conversas-de-saltos.html' title='eu e o portfólio em conversas de saltos altos'/><author><name>Rita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11673829073482825031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2I4fZJBKFdA/ScWZ45ZfHiI/AAAAAAAAAvo/lujNLR6ICm4/S220/aniv+Catarina+Alves_+Rita2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6801515759089871434.post-4205911671863207773</id><published>2008-07-09T15:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T15:58:17.644-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nós e o tarot'/><title type='text'>Sai um Capricórnio para a Rita</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7b1sFi-Yb4c/SHVCYijZhvI/AAAAAAAAAIw/908Vl3ZcJ5k/s1600-h/capricornio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221152332365530866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7b1sFi-Yb4c/SHVCYijZhvI/AAAAAAAAAIw/908Vl3ZcJ5k/s320/capricornio.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/6801515759089871434-4205911671863207773?l=conversasdesaltoalto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6801515759089871434/posts/default/4205911671863207773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6801515759089871434/posts/default/4205911671863207773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversasdesaltoalto.blogspot.com/2008/07/sai-um-capricrnio-para-rita.html' title='Sai um Capricórnio para a Rita'/><author><name>Juventude Popular de Sintra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15809615491819869127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_7b1sFi-Yb4c/SHVCYijZhvI/AAAAAAAAAIw/908Vl3ZcJ5k/s72-c/capricornio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6801515759089871434.post-8812154605071478782</id><published>2008-07-09T15:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T15:52:25.818-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='conversas de salto alto com &quot;bolinha&quot;'/><title type='text'>Conversas de salto alto com "bolinha"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Aproveitando a balanço, não resisti, não tenho nada contra o "Cris Ronis" mas confesso que o meu gosto ( puro bom gosto) vai numa direcção algo oposta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7b1sFi-Yb4c/SHU_76ts2SI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/mITJSWWRUxA/s1600-h/clive-owen-hot-07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221149641611729186" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7b1sFi-Yb4c/SHU_76ts2SI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/mITJSWWRUxA/s320/clive-owen-hot-07.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7b1sFi-Yb4c/SHU_7yHRcvI/AAAAAAAAAIY/rCQaIVhkyiQ/s1600-h/clive_owen_-1325.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;E como não podia deixar de ser...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7b1sFi-Yb4c/SHU_8XoVUaI/AAAAAAAAAIo/PDsFkdYT5FU/s1600-h/190px-Prince_William_at_a_Polo_match_2007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221149649373843874" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7b1sFi-Yb4c/SHU_8XoVUaI/AAAAAAAAAIo/PDsFkdYT5FU/s320/190px-Prince_William_at_a_Polo_match_2007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7b1sFi-Yb4c/SHU_8K1GbGI/AAAAAAAAAIg/uSIgK4ZqrVU/s1600-h/F_60163_PrinceWilliam_320.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6801515759089871434-8812154605071478782?l=conversasdesaltoalto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6801515759089871434/posts/default/8812154605071478782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6801515759089871434/posts/default/8812154605071478782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversasdesaltoalto.blogspot.com/2008/07/conversas-de-salto-alto-com-bolinha_09.html' title='Conversas de salto alto com &quot;bolinha&quot;'/><author><name>Juventude Popular de Sintra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15809615491819869127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_7b1sFi-Yb4c/SHU_76ts2SI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/mITJSWWRUxA/s72-c/clive-owen-hot-07.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6801515759089871434.post-2604739041183853512</id><published>2008-07-09T15:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T15:28:24.577-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quando o salto parte'/><title type='text'>Resultado das conversas de salto alto à tarde</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7b1sFi-Yb4c/SHU7AyeG2XI/AAAAAAAAAH4/We00OH8d9QI/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221144227740047730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7b1sFi-Yb4c/SHU7AyeG2XI/AAAAAAAAAH4/We00OH8d9QI/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Amigas foleiras :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Joana salvado a.k.a Jaqueline&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Rita laginha a.k.a Ruth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Diana agua mel a.k.a Dinah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Rita brito a.k.a Rebecca&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Catarina alves a.k.a Catya&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maria joao gaio a.k.a Marilu&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/6801515759089871434-2604739041183853512?l=conversasdesaltoalto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6801515759089871434/posts/default/2604739041183853512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6801515759089871434/posts/default/2604739041183853512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversasdesaltoalto.blogspot.com/2008/07/resultado-das-conversas-de-salto-alto.html' title='Resultado das conversas de salto alto à tarde'/><author><name>Juventude Popular de Sintra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15809615491819869127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7b1sFi-Yb4c/SHU7AyeG2XI/AAAAAAAAAH4/We00OH8d9QI/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6801515759089871434.post-138816133336394950</id><published>2008-07-09T14:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T07:54:48.606-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amigas de saltos altos'/><title type='text'>"That's what friends are for"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hoje estou naquele dia N-Ã-O! Sabe-se lá porquê, irritada e irritante!&lt;br /&gt;As amigas tiveram que me aturar, desde as 10h30, hora a que nos juntámos no "Atelier das Princesinhas", até ás 21h e qualquer coisa, hora a que tive que ir buscar o maldito frango do churrasco.&lt;br /&gt;A má disposição só teve pausa há hora do almoço, porque realmente o que me apetecia era convívio e nada de Ambiente e Sustentabilidade...&lt;br /&gt;As frequências e exames nunca mais acabam e os planos para aproveitar o Verão são mais que muitos! Praia, viagens, jantares com "petit gateaux" para sobremesa, saidínhas, fotografias, blog...&lt;br /&gt;Para além dos programinhas para as férias a conversa da hora de almoço foi também sobre a amizade, a diferença entre ser “amiga” e ser “colega”, aquelas que duram desde sempre, aquilo que se esconde e não se precisa esconder das amigas!&lt;br /&gt;Ao longo deste ano a Di, que ao princípio era só “aquela da voz sexy”, a Rita que era “a punk da Turma B do primeiro ano”, a Catarina que era “a do Z3” e a Vyernu com quem de todas falei primeiro ainda antes de entrar para a faculdade, tornaram-se as amigas com quem podemos falar de tudo, das quais não temos que ter vergonha de nada (nem mesmo de “sujar o sofá de história”), das quais não podemos ter medo de pedir apontamentos ou ajuda, aquelas que, juntamente com os outros “mais importantes”, se vão sentar na primeira fila do nosso casamento e ser convidadas para madrinhas dos nossos filhotes (lá vem a história do casamento e dos filhos outra vez!)... A Joaninha e a Mary, por conhecer há mais tempo, já estavam neste pacote!&lt;br /&gt;Para o ano o que virá?! Podem vir mais, mas estas serão para sempre as de “Conversas de Salto Alto” e muito muito muito mais!&lt;br /&gt;Escrevi hoje, e é verdade, “amarradas para sempre” (ou esse é, pelo menos, o desejo de agora). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221370844428345250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2I4fZJBKFdA/SHYJHna7n6I/AAAAAAAAAUo/wMYebN4KUoM/s400/2%C2%BAsemestre.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(falta a Mary)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“(...)&lt;br /&gt;- Anda brincar comigo – pediu-lhe o principezinho. – Estou tão triste...&lt;br /&gt;- Não posso ir brincar contigo – disse a raposa. – Não estou presa...&lt;br /&gt;(...)&lt;br /&gt;- O que é que “estar preso” quer dizer?&lt;br /&gt;(...)&lt;br /&gt;- É uma coisa que toda a gente se esqueceu – disse a raposa. – Quer dizer que se está ligado a alguém, que se criaram laços com alguém.&lt;br /&gt;- Laços?&lt;br /&gt;- Sim, laços – disse a raposa. – Ora vê: por enquanto, para mim, tu não és senão um rapazinho perfeitamente igual a outros cem mil rapazinhos. E eu não preciso de ti. E tu também não precisas de mim. Por enquanto, para ti, eu não sou senão uma raposa igual a outras cem mil raposas. Mas, se tu me prenderes a ti, passamos a precisar um do outro. Passas a ser único no mundo para mim. E, para ti, eu também passo a ser única no mundo...”&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;("O Principezinho", Antoine De Saint-Exupery)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221370840539476594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2I4fZJBKFdA/SHYJHY7wMnI/AAAAAAAAAUg/Rf8OJhRo0ms/s400/principezinho.jpg" border="0" /&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/6801515759089871434-138816133336394950?l=conversasdesaltoalto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6801515759089871434/posts/default/138816133336394950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6801515759089871434/posts/default/138816133336394950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversasdesaltoalto.blogspot.com/2008/07/thats-what-friends-are-for.html' title='&quot;That&apos;s what friends are for&quot;'/><author><name>Rita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11673829073482825031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2I4fZJBKFdA/ScWZ45ZfHiI/AAAAAAAAAvo/lujNLR6ICm4/S220/aniv+Catarina+Alves_+Rita2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_2I4fZJBKFdA/SHYJHna7n6I/AAAAAAAAAUo/wMYebN4KUoM/s72-c/2%C2%BAsemestre.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6801515759089871434.post-7395646693115467073</id><published>2008-07-09T12:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T12:32:03.414-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cris Ronis</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_v9zMnaSHJP8/SHUPMu3rcyI/AAAAAAAAAAc/tr3Ym_g9z9Y/s1600-h/cristiano+ronaldo+%26+daria+werbowy+vogue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221096054420370210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_v9zMnaSHJP8/SHUPMu3rcyI/AAAAAAAAAAc/tr3Ym_g9z9Y/s400/cristiano+ronaldo+%26+daria+werbowy+vogue.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Então galerinha, como pedido aqui vai o meu primeiro post, wohoo! Só para não dizerem que o Cris Ronis é um foleiroso, aqui vai um ensaio dele para a Vogue com a Daria Werbowy. É caso para dizer que uma 'desgraça' nunca vem só, e alguém conseguiu juntar a minha revistinha, com o meu gatxinho e moda! Na briinca! Espero que comentem esta minha estreia, mesmo que seja para comentar negativamente!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6801515759089871434-7395646693115467073?l=conversasdesaltoalto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6801515759089871434/posts/default/7395646693115467073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6801515759089871434/posts/default/7395646693115467073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversasdesaltoalto.blogspot.com/2008/07/cris-ronis.html' title='Cris Ronis'/><author><name>Diana</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_v9zMnaSHJP8/SHUPMu3rcyI/AAAAAAAAAAc/tr3Ym_g9z9Y/s72-c/cristiano+ronaldo+%26+daria+werbowy+vogue.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6801515759089871434.post-7918528653434387325</id><published>2008-07-08T18:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T05:19:17.015-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quando o salto parte'/><title type='text'>Conversas de salto alto às 02:02am</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7b1sFi-Yb4c/SHQOGK7hy7I/AAAAAAAAAHo/M2q3MGhMqdY/s1600-h/prodImage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220813367205284786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7b1sFi-Yb4c/SHQOGK7hy7I/AAAAAAAAAHo/M2q3MGhMqdY/s320/prodImage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; vs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7b1sFi-Yb4c/SHQOGIcE5GI/AAAAAAAAAHw/PZEtKLs3ofU/s1600-h/pes2008cg9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220813366536496226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7b1sFi-Yb4c/SHQOGIcE5GI/AAAAAAAAAHw/PZEtKLs3ofU/s320/pes2008cg9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Será que a sensação é a mesma? ridiculo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Lemos em blog que vamos adicionar ao nosso que  &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"Está na altura de me começar a mentalizar que 90% dos homens de hoje em dia hão de jogar Pro Evolution Soccer até ao dia em que morrerem" &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;o que gerou Conversas de Salto Alto às 02:02 am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SUBSCREVEMOS!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6801515759089871434-7918528653434387325?l=conversasdesaltoalto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6801515759089871434/posts/default/7918528653434387325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6801515759089871434/posts/default/7918528653434387325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversasdesaltoalto.blogspot.com/2008/07/conversas-de-salto-alto-s-0202am.html' title='Conversas de salto alto às 02:02am'/><author><name>Juventude Popular de Sintra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15809615491819869127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7b1sFi-Yb4c/SHQOGK7hy7I/AAAAAAAAAHo/M2q3MGhMqdY/s72-c/prodImage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6801515759089871434.post-2095102420153902654</id><published>2008-07-08T17:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T17:57:04.647-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Conversas de salto alto com "bolinha"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; "&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;A censura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; em Portugal foi um dos elementos condicionantes da cultura nacional, ao longo de quase toda a sua história. Desde cedo o país foi sujeito a leis que limitavam a liberdade de expressão, primeiro, em resultado da influência da Igreja Católica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;, desde o tempo de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;D.Fernando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;, que terá oficiado ao &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Papa Gregório XI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; para que instituísse a Censura episcopal (ou censura do Ordinário da Diocese). O poder civil passou, mais tarde, a regulamentar também a publicação de textos escritos. Na memória dos portugueses está ainda presente a política do regime do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Estado Novo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; que institucionalizou um estrito controlo dos meios de comunicação, recorrendo, para este efeito, à censura prévia dos periódicos e à apreensão sistemática de livros. De facto, cada regime político teve sempre o cuidado de legislar em relação à &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;liberdade de imprensa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; - na maior parte dos casos, restringindo-a. Em cinco séculos de história da imprensa portuguesa, quatro foram dominados pela censura. No entanto, a censura entrou também em outros domínios, como no &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;teatro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; (desde &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Gil Vicente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;), na &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;rádio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;, na &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;televisão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; e no &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;cinema&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Ao longo da história portuguesa foram muitas as formas de perseguição a intelectuais: a prisão e a morte foram também frequentemente o castigo de quem ousava expressar aquilo que pensava, contrariando o discurso oficial do Estado."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6801515759089871434-2095102420153902654?l=conversasdesaltoalto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6801515759089871434/posts/default/2095102420153902654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6801515759089871434/posts/default/2095102420153902654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversasdesaltoalto.blogspot.com/2008/07/conversas-de-salto-alto-com-bolinha.html' title='Conversas de salto alto com &quot;bolinha&quot;'/><author><name>Juventude Popular de Sintra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15809615491819869127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6801515759089871434.post-891440323022625749</id><published>2008-07-08T16:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T17:42:06.871-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='conversas de salto alto à mesa'/><title type='text'>Conversas de salto alto à mesa- Casamento</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7b1sFi-Yb4c/SHP_DGk-VpI/AAAAAAAAAHY/Wr-z8_Zs8tI/s1600-h/09_MHG_cult_carrie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220796821822920338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7b1sFi-Yb4c/SHP_DGk-VpI/AAAAAAAAAHY/Wr-z8_Zs8tI/s320/09_MHG_cult_carrie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Entre tostas, saladas de Chévre, sumos naturais e livros de reclamações a pouco e pouco a loucura e o devaneio instalaram-se à mesa do "à margem". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Num simples almoço decidimos casamentos, bolos de noiva e até despedidas de solteiras. A nossa eficiência estava no ponto alto, enquanto as senhoras de avental preto começavam a ficar assim "aborrecidas".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ficou a certeza de que somos contra o arroz, o carro com espuma de barbear, o "sobe e desce" do vestido da noiva e acima de tudo contra o jogo da liga!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220796826614790226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 197px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 154px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="154" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7b1sFi-Yb4c/SHP_DYbceFI/AAAAAAAAAHg/NU6li5MjZnc/s320/funny-wedding-cake-topper01.jpg" width="237" border="0" /&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/6801515759089871434-891440323022625749?l=conversasdesaltoalto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6801515759089871434/posts/default/891440323022625749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6801515759089871434/posts/default/891440323022625749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversasdesaltoalto.blogspot.com/2008/07/conversas-de-salto-alto-mesa-casamento.html' title='Conversas de salto alto à mesa- Casamento'/><author><name>Juventude Popular de Sintra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15809615491819869127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7b1sFi-Yb4c/SHP_DGk-VpI/AAAAAAAAAHY/Wr-z8_Zs8tI/s72-c/09_MHG_cult_carrie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6801515759089871434.post-2744364588497822024</id><published>2008-07-07T16:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T16:18:06.742-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='devaneios'/><title type='text'>"Máfia de Saltos Altos"??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7b1sFi-Yb4c/SHKjUVyBxXI/AAAAAAAAAHA/dAoKCVhorpw/s1600-h/CashmereMafia2roll.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220414487915513202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7b1sFi-Yb4c/SHKjUVyBxXI/AAAAAAAAAHA/dAoKCVhorpw/s320/CashmereMafia2roll.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7b1sFi-Yb4c/SHKjUfvDdvI/AAAAAAAAAHI/UUVSqHjFXxs/s1600-h/cashmerem.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220414490587395826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7b1sFi-Yb4c/SHKjUfvDdvI/AAAAAAAAAHI/UUVSqHjFXxs/s320/cashmerem.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Conheço este título de algum lado...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6801515759089871434-2744364588497822024?l=conversasdesaltoalto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6801515759089871434/posts/default/2744364588497822024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6801515759089871434/posts/default/2744364588497822024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversasdesaltoalto.blogspot.com/2008/07/mfia-de-saltos-altos_07.html' title='&quot;Máfia de Saltos Altos&quot;??'/><author><name>Juventude Popular de Sintra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15809615491819869127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_7b1sFi-Yb4c/SHKjUVyBxXI/AAAAAAAAAHA/dAoKCVhorpw/s72-c/CashmereMafia2roll.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6801515759089871434.post-4914879625733501156</id><published>2008-07-06T15:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T15:17:36.498-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dar ao sapatinho de cristal'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aQRLSBUNupg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aQRLSBUNupg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6801515759089871434-4914879625733501156?l=conversasdesaltoalto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6801515759089871434/posts/default/4914879625733501156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6801515759089871434/posts/default/4914879625733501156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversasdesaltoalto.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Juventude Popular de Sintra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15809615491819869127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6801515759089871434.post-6707023416086737228</id><published>2008-07-04T16:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T16:51:15.877-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Os astros contra mim...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ao contrário do que prevê o signo Vogue para a Cate, os astros decidiram estar contra mim, meninas! (e pela segunda semana consecutiva)&lt;br /&gt;" A prontidão com que se apresentam oportunidades que acreditava estarem ainda distantes coloca-a perante escolhas complexas, severas, penosas e rigorosas. Uma repentina e insignificante falta de motivação ameaça a perda irrecuperável de uma oferta magnífica, á medida dos seus desejos mais acarinhados. Deixe de ser a parte prejudicada quando o assunto for de caráter financeiro. O pragmatismo impedirá que continue a investir numa relação há muito condenada ao fracasso recorrente"&lt;br /&gt;Tenho a informar que estou disposta a confrontar os astros e vencê-los!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6801515759089871434-6707023416086737228?l=conversasdesaltoalto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6801515759089871434/posts/default/6707023416086737228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6801515759089871434/posts/default/6707023416086737228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversasdesaltoalto.blogspot.com/2008/07/os-astros-contra-mim.html' title='Os astros contra mim...'/><author><name>Rita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11673829073482825031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2I4fZJBKFdA/ScWZ45ZfHiI/AAAAAAAAAvo/lujNLR6ICm4/S220/aniv+Catarina+Alves_+Rita2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6801515759089871434.post-873822836443712484</id><published>2008-07-04T13:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T14:04:05.512-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adoro aulas e exames'/><title type='text'>Entrada no Casino? Época de saldos?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7b1sFi-Yb4c/SG6OvrAeVLI/AAAAAAAAAGw/56fiY9TyMHM/s1600-h/sb10068469z-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219265967818691762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7b1sFi-Yb4c/SG6OvrAeVLI/AAAAAAAAAGw/56fiY9TyMHM/s320/sb10068469z-001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7b1sFi-Yb4c/SG6Ovom9GSI/AAAAAAAAAG4/2oJtFmvtFV8/s1600-h/sb10067375i-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219265967174785314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7b1sFi-Yb4c/SG6Ovom9GSI/AAAAAAAAAG4/2oJtFmvtFV8/s320/sb10067375i-001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; NÃO! Exames da Universidade Lusíada! Qual correria, qual loucura, hoje a entrada para o exame de Teoria da Arquitectura à semelhança do que aconteceu com o de Cor Ergonómica foi assim! Alguém se portou mal, e agora os meninos do 3º ano de Arquitectura estão de castigo, o que antes formava um ritual de chegada, guardar um bom lugar, pequeno almoço, entre outras coisas tudo para relaxar antes de um exame, foi trocado por uma verdadeira "lufa lufa" de corrida ao lugar "just in time" do inicio do exame...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6801515759089871434-873822836443712484?l=conversasdesaltoalto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6801515759089871434/posts/default/873822836443712484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6801515759089871434/posts/default/873822836443712484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversasdesaltoalto.blogspot.com/2008/07/entrada-no-casino-poca-de-saldos.html' title='Entrada no Casino? Época de saldos?'/><author><name>Juventude Popular de Sintra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15809615491819869127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7b1sFi-Yb4c/SG6OvrAeVLI/AAAAAAAAAGw/56fiY9TyMHM/s72-c/sb10068469z-001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6801515759089871434.post-240817533582706255</id><published>2008-07-03T06:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T17:38:15.838-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='devaneios'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quando o cristal estala'/><title type='text'>Será que estou "quiduxo"?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7b1sFi-Yb4c/SGzUq7K60mI/AAAAAAAAAGo/T3tp0Jq2XJQ/s1600-h/socrates.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218779902118646370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7b1sFi-Yb4c/SGzUq7K60mI/AAAAAAAAAGo/T3tp0Jq2XJQ/s320/socrates.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ontem em mais uma sessão de estudo para os exames que parecem não ter fim, cometi a loucura de ligar o "rectângulo colorido" pendurado na parede do meu quarto. Que pontaria! Entrevista a Sócrates na RTP...fiquei a observar o desfile de cinismo de Sócrates e "su corte" nos corredores que levavam ao estúdio onde iria decorrer a entrevista.&lt;br /&gt;A jornalista da RTP pergunta ao 1º Ministro qualquer coisa do género: - " Então Senhor Primeiro Misnistro, como se preparou para esta entrevista?", ao que José Sócrates na minha opinião podia ter respondido (ler com vozinha à José Sócrates)" Ah...fui um bocadinho ao SPA, à manicure e à pedicure...", mas o meu lado mais lunar não ficava por aí, Jóse Sócrates respondia "Fiz alguns telefonemas" (esta parte é real), mas eu gostaria muito de poder acrescentar o seguinte " ...agora que sou Extreme, posso ligar a todos os meus amiguinhos à vontade, comecei por ligar ao meu Marocas...", com isto tudo achei que já chegava de devaneios e estava na hora de regressar à minha Teoria da Arquitectura, eis quando olho novamente para a janelinha colorida, e vejo José Socrates, 1º Ministro de Portugal entrar num elevador e começar a ajeitar o cabelinho já grisalho ao espelho!! Um grande vaidoso nunca resiste a um espelho...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6801515759089871434-240817533582706255?l=conversasdesaltoalto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6801515759089871434/posts/default/240817533582706255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6801515759089871434/posts/default/240817533582706255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversasdesaltoalto.blogspot.com/2008/07/ser-que-estou-quiduxo.html' title='Será que estou &quot;quiduxo&quot;?'/><author><name>Juventude Popular de Sintra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15809615491819869127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7b1sFi-Yb4c/SGzUq7K60mI/AAAAAAAAAGo/T3tp0Jq2XJQ/s72-c/socrates.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6801515759089871434.post-4536323480700689363</id><published>2008-07-02T12:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T12:32:45.301-07:00</updated><title type='text'>E porque eu estou muito contente!</title><content type='html'>Depois da minha revolta e indignação online...vem a bonança...eu tou tao contente fofinhas com a minha notinha de projecto!!!:D&lt;br /&gt;Bem com isto tudo ainda não me mentalizei bem...ando com a cabeça na lua (ou secalhar sempre andei), nem me consigo concentrar muito bem a estudar...e eis que começo a estudar adormeço ao sol no meu terraço!!!Isto está a ficar bonito está....&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei que vocês ficaram preocupadas com o meu ultimo post...(ou pelo menos mostraram estar...lolol) por isso achei bem vir aqui dizer que por agora acabaram os meu dramas!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijinho grande e obrigado pelo apoio!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6801515759089871434-4536323480700689363?l=conversasdesaltoalto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6801515759089871434/posts/default/4536323480700689363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6801515759089871434/posts/default/4536323480700689363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversasdesaltoalto.blogspot.com/2008/07/e-porque-eu-estou-muito-contente.html' title='E porque eu estou muito contente!'/><author><name>Vyernu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13380081351165045185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6801515759089871434.post-4883194048753369189</id><published>2008-07-01T16:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T16:38:27.124-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nós e o tarot'/><title type='text'>Mês de Julho</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7b1sFi-Yb4c/SGq-1mu1gXI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/V2J4r92hXHg/s1600-h/0,,11710722-EX,00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218192946401476978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7b1sFi-Yb4c/SGq-1mu1gXI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/V2J4r92hXHg/s320/0,,11710722-EX,00.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje sinto-me um pouco Carrie Bradshaw, segundo a Vogue da "Rita Catita" a previsão para o mês de Julho é a seguinte:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"BALANÇA: Despesas inesperadas surgirão em simultâneo. Aconselha-se uma postura rigorosamente cautelosa no que concerne aos seus gastos. Porém, o aspecto profissional reserva-lhe uma surpresa agradável que poderá, de certa forma, aliviá-la das preocupações financeiras. A dedicação e o empenho que este ano colocou na sua carreira, começam a trazer-lhe resultados. Despeça-se definitivamente e amorosamente do seu passado, considere seriamente uma nova oportunidade de ser feliz."&lt;/em&gt; in Vogue&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6801515759089871434-4883194048753369189?l=conversasdesaltoalto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6801515759089871434/posts/default/4883194048753369189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6801515759089871434/posts/default/4883194048753369189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversasdesaltoalto.blogspot.com/2008/07/ms-de-julho.html' title='Mês de Julho'/><author><name>Juventude Popular de Sintra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15809615491819869127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7b1sFi-Yb4c/SGq-1mu1gXI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/V2J4r92hXHg/s72-c/0,,11710722-EX,00.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6801515759089871434.post-7298729344762210567</id><published>2008-07-01T12:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T03:38:04.308-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='em &quot;pontas&quot;'/><title type='text'>Pelas "pontas"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7b1sFi-Yb4c/SGqBaTSQTsI/AAAAAAAAAFw/i1hyQ6jRCoE/s1600-h/b-sporty-ballet-shoes-2409237.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218125407115562690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7b1sFi-Yb4c/SGqBaTSQTsI/AAAAAAAAAFw/i1hyQ6jRCoE/s320/b-sporty-ballet-shoes-2409237.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; O clima é tenso, de puro "stress", já se faz sentir ao tempo e não há sinais de ir embora.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A verdade é que anda tudo pelas "pontas" ou em "pontas", deambulando entre entregas e trabalhos, hà corridas e encontrões para encontrar o melhor lugar nos exames...pouco estudo, falta de confiança, ou desespero?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Vy , essa tua preocupação e indignação que aqui publicas é um sentimento constante este ano, para a maioria julgo eu. Há quem diga " se não os podes vencer, junta-te a eles", no entanto eu vou resistir porque ODEIO "pseudo-intelectuais". Porque não vou com quem troca uma "arquitectura +" por uma vogue...sim é "fútil" mas é verdade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O terceiro ano já começa a dizer adeus, o quarto está bem lá no fundo do túnel à nossa espera, depois de um verão que anseio à muito, com férias, sol, festas, tudo a que temos direito! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6801515759089871434-7298729344762210567?l=conversasdesaltoalto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6801515759089871434/posts/default/7298729344762210567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6801515759089871434/posts/default/7298729344762210567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversasdesaltoalto.blogspot.com/2008/07/pelas-pontas.html' title='Pelas &quot;pontas&quot;'/><author><name>Juventude Popular de Sintra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15809615491819869127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_7b1sFi-Yb4c/SGqBaTSQTsI/AAAAAAAAAFw/i1hyQ6jRCoE/s72-c/b-sporty-ballet-shoes-2409237.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6801515759089871434.post-8500961949242989386</id><published>2008-07-01T11:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T11:30:32.515-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Porque todos estão de férias menos nós!!</title><content type='html'>Pois é meus amores...está tudo de férias menos nós...e pelo andar da carruagem temos um longo mês pela frente!!&lt;br /&gt;Eu descobri a solução do nosso problema...é despedir umas alminhas mal desemparadas que andam para lá a dizerem que são professores e arquitectos...sinceramente não sei onde...porque eu acho que nem aprendi muito....ou mesmo quase nada!!!enfim estou revoltada com a minha nota de projecto que teima em sair...mas que pelos vistos vou ter o mesmo que alminhas que pouco ou nada fizeram...o mesmo com voces...que estão bem pior que eu :(!!!&lt;br /&gt;tou triste e revoltada...porque nós apesar de sermos um pouco doidas até trabalhamos e dedicamo-nos à faculdade quando é preciso!!secalhar o mal é esse...dedicarmos demasiado...&lt;br /&gt;Mas nós vamos superar tudo isto e vamos de férias muito felizes e contentes!!e pensar que isto foi um sonho mau...e que não passou disso...eu bem que queria!!!acreditem!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enfim fofinhas....eu gosto muito de vocês...e juntas mais uma ves vamos ultrapassar esta fase um pouco complicada!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beijinho grande&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6801515759089871434-8500961949242989386?l=conversasdesaltoalto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6801515759089871434/posts/default/8500961949242989386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6801515759089871434/posts/default/8500961949242989386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversasdesaltoalto.blogspot.com/2008/07/porque-todos-esto-de-frias-menos-ns.html' title='Porque todos estão de férias menos nós!!'/><author><name>Vyernu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13380081351165045185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6801515759089871434.post-2654189160284711084</id><published>2008-06-24T01:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T02:03:45.791-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dar ao sapatinho de cristal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quero ver esses braçinhos no ar'/><title type='text'>Dar ao sapatinho de cristal</title><content type='html'>Tomo a liberdade de dar inicio a um novo espaço aqui nesta nossa janela de loucura. A nova rubrica dá pelo nome de : " Dar ao sapatinho de cristal", para isso nada melhor do que esta música , que esta a fazer as delicias deste dia deprimente entre a minha pessoa e o computador.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OKShLgCxiyg&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OKShLgCxiyg&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E porque eu adoro Sistemas Construticos...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6801515759089871434-2654189160284711084?l=conversasdesaltoalto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6801515759089871434/posts/default/2654189160284711084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6801515759089871434/posts/default/2654189160284711084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversasdesaltoalto.blogspot.com/2008/06/dar-ao-sapatinho-de-cristal.html' title='Dar ao sapatinho de cristal'/><author><name>Juventude Popular de Sintra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15809615491819869127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6801515759089871434.post-1035194736069587213</id><published>2008-06-13T10:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T10:52:35.469-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Marvila vence Marchas de 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"A marcha organizada por Marvila foi a grande vencedora da edição 2008 das Marchas Populares de Lisboa.&lt;br /&gt;O desfile, que junta 20 dos bairros mais emblemáticos de Lisboa, teve como grande vencedora a marcha de Marvila, que arrebatou igualmente o prémio de Melhor desfile na Avenida, partilhando ainda o primeiro lugar com Alfama na melhor coreografia.&lt;br /&gt;Desta feita, uma das favoritas, Alfama, não venceu, mas levou, ainda assim, o prémio para Musicalidade e Melhor composição original com a música “Lá vai ela”. Já a marcha do Castelo recebeu o prémio de Melhor figurino, a da Bica o de Melhor letra e a do Beato a de melhor Cenografia."&lt;/em&gt; in Destak 13.06.08&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6801515759089871434-1035194736069587213?l=conversasdesaltoalto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6801515759089871434/posts/default/1035194736069587213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6801515759089871434/posts/default/1035194736069587213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversasdesaltoalto.blogspot.com/2008/06/marvila-vence-marchas-de-2008.html' title='Marvila vence Marchas de 2008'/><author><name>Juventude Popular de Sintra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15809615491819869127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6801515759089871434.post-3254472955294549808</id><published>2008-06-11T16:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T16:18:41.908-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Há aposta</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;É verdade! Há aposta!...não se pode revelar, mas ou a Di é obrigada a fazer 10 "post" seguidos ou eu tenho que assistir, durante um mês, as aulas de estática sem o meu caderno diário.&lt;br /&gt;UPA UPA!&lt;br /&gt;Os resultados no final do Verão.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6801515759089871434-3254472955294549808?l=conversasdesaltoalto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6801515759089871434/posts/default/3254472955294549808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6801515759089871434/posts/default/3254472955294549808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversasdesaltoalto.blogspot.com/2008/06/h-aposta.html' title='Há aposta'/><author><name>Rita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11673829073482825031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2I4fZJBKFdA/ScWZ45ZfHiI/AAAAAAAAAvo/lujNLR6ICm4/S220/aniv+Catarina+Alves_+Rita2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6801515759089871434.post-375220741440000557</id><published>2008-06-11T15:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T07:05:04.181-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='que caos'/><title type='text'>Assunto do dia, do mês,do ano...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Já deu que falar Amy Winehouse (se deu...), a pequena Madeleine, a estreia do filme "O Sexo e a Cidade"; Cristiano Ronaldo e a selecção portuguesa no Euro 08 lá vão dando que falar, mas o assunto imbatível é o constante aumento dos combustíveis e agora a crise provocada pela greve dos camionistas!&lt;br /&gt;Hoje a palavra que mais vezes vi foi "Fora de Serviço".&lt;br /&gt;Opinou Ricardo Araújo Pereira, na Visão da semana de 29 de Maio deste ano, que não devia faltar muito e que o &lt;em&gt;melhor seria ir encher o depósito antes que as estações de serviço começassem a vender gasolina em frasquinhos de perfume&lt;/em&gt;. Pois bem, agora nem em frasquinhos de perfume... Gasóleo, Gasolina, 95, 98, com ou sem chumbo, &lt;strong&gt;ESGOTADO&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Há polícias a controlar as filas de carros nas bombas, há bombas "fora de serviço", há "fricassés" entre quem chegou primeiro e quem põe depois... Tudo isto a alastrar-se para um problema ainda maior, que interfere com o nosso habitual e cómodo &lt;em&gt;day by day.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E agora meninas? Será que a "Força de Vencer" que levou o autocarro da selecção até á Suiça consegue pôr os nossos automóveis a fazer o percurso casa-faculdade, faculdade-casa? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6801515759089871434-375220741440000557?l=conversasdesaltoalto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6801515759089871434/posts/default/375220741440000557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6801515759089871434/posts/default/375220741440000557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversasdesaltoalto.blogspot.com/2008/06/assunto-do-dia-do-msdo-ano.html' title='Assunto do dia, do mês,do ano...'/><author><name>Rita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11673829073482825031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2I4fZJBKFdA/ScWZ45ZfHiI/AAAAAAAAAvo/lujNLR6ICm4/S220/aniv+Catarina+Alves_+Rita2.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
