<?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-6611440</id><updated>2011-04-22T01:27:55.911+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Penso eu de que... II</title><subtitle type='html'>Daqui pode sair qualquer coisa...nem eu sei (mensagens enviadas via telemóvel) &lt;a href="http://pensoeudeque.weblog.com.pt/"&gt;o meu outro blog&lt;/a&gt;</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensoeudeque2.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611440/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensoeudeque2.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Vortice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01870375803425969807</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>44</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6611440.post-109038240867908037</id><published>2004-07-21T05:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-07-21T05:00:08.680+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Noites de insonia - os lencois estao demasiado quentes, chego-os para o fundo da cama, comeco a ficar com fome. Ja estou a ver o filme, vou comer, volto para cama fumo + um e leio um pouco + do livro q comprei, bombons chineses, aconcelho, e depois quando ja estiver a nascer o dia adormeco zonzo de cansaco, depois acordo tarde e chego atrasado ao trabalho com uma dor de cabeca. Amanha n vai ser um dia bom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6611440-109038240867908037?l=pensoeudeque2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611440/posts/default/109038240867908037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611440/posts/default/109038240867908037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensoeudeque2.blogspot.com/2004_07_18_archive.html#109038240867908037' title=''/><author><name>Vortice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01870375803425969807</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-6611440.post-109038190398641345</id><published>2004-07-21T04:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-07-21T04:51:43.986+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Noites de insonia - finalmente a gataria parou com o mianco, o cigarro tb acabou. Hoje recebi u envelope com uma mascara daquelas para proteger do ar infecto, era mesmo o q eu estava a precisar... O vizinho puxa o autoclismo, deve ter ido cagar, agora é q um gajo adormece. O q e q sera a seguir? A coruja a piar? Lembrancas do filme Blair witch project?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6611440-109038190398641345?l=pensoeudeque2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611440/posts/default/109038190398641345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611440/posts/default/109038190398641345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensoeudeque2.blogspot.com/2004_07_18_archive.html#109038190398641345' title=''/><author><name>Vortice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01870375803425969807</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-6611440.post-109038184340894578</id><published>2004-07-21T04:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-07-21T04:50:43.406+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Noites de insonia - finalmente a gataria parou com o mianco, o cigarro tb acabou. Hoje recebi u envelope com uma mascara daquelas para proteger do ar infecto, era mesmo o q eu estava a precisar... O vizinho puxa o autoclismo, deve ter ido cagar, agora é q um gajo adormece. O q e q sera a seguir? A coruja a piar? Lembrancas do filme Blair witch project?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6611440-109038184340894578?l=pensoeudeque2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611440/posts/default/109038184340894578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611440/posts/default/109038184340894578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensoeudeque2.blogspot.com/2004_07_18_archive.html#109038184340894578' title=''/><author><name>Vortice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01870375803425969807</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-6611440.post-109038135249302117</id><published>2004-07-21T04:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-07-21T04:42:32.493+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Noites de insonia - alguma coisa tera q me dar sono, ja fui mijar, depois de fumar pode ser que as estupidas das melgas se intoxiquem com o fumo. Fonix. Ate o despertador do vizinho ouco a estas horas, deve ser para tomar o comprimido para as hemorroidas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6611440-109038135249302117?l=pensoeudeque2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611440/posts/default/109038135249302117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611440/posts/default/109038135249302117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensoeudeque2.blogspot.com/2004_07_18_archive.html#109038135249302117' title=''/><author><name>Vortice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01870375803425969807</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-6611440.post-109038089026482640</id><published>2004-07-21T04:34:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-07-21T04:34:50.263+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Noites de insonia - Estava quase a dormir na sala e agora nao consigo adormecer. Desisto de adormecer ja pensei no raio que o parta e tudo. Vou fumar um cigarro e postar qualquer coisa. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6611440-109038089026482640?l=pensoeudeque2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611440/posts/default/109038089026482640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611440/posts/default/109038089026482640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensoeudeque2.blogspot.com/2004_07_18_archive.html#109038089026482640' title=''/><author><name>Vortice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01870375803425969807</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-6611440.post-108790322890985679</id><published>2004-06-22T12:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-06-22T12:20:28.930+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A serra que tinha falado no inicio viagem e a do Marao tem uma vista lindissima e estamos agora a subir.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6611440-108790322890985679?l=pensoeudeque2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611440/posts/default/108790322890985679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611440/posts/default/108790322890985679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensoeudeque2.blogspot.com/2004_06_20_archive.html#108790322890985679' title=''/><author><name>Vortice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01870375803425969807</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-6611440.post-108789821391626643</id><published>2004-06-22T10:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-06-22T10:56:53.916+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Fui a Franca num dia a tarde, a expressao saia para fora ca dentro ganhou novo significado nesse dia, existe uma pequena aldeia perto da cidade que se chama Franca, fui tambem a uma outra chamada Montesinho onde nos metemos por um caminho de terra que subia o monte onde existe apenas pedregulhos que parecem cabecas de gigantes e aquelas "ventoinhas" para gerar energia. O poder do vento ate assustava, mas ao mesmo tempo era uma sensacao de desafio e de estar abracado com a Natureza.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6611440-108789821391626643?l=pensoeudeque2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611440/posts/default/108789821391626643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611440/posts/default/108789821391626643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensoeudeque2.blogspot.com/2004_06_20_archive.html#108789821391626643' title=''/><author><name>Vortice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01870375803425969807</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-6611440.post-108789701288386837</id><published>2004-06-22T10:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-06-22T10:36:52.883+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>E uma cidade que ficou bem estruturada, passeios largos, espacos verdes, piscina ao ar livre e a praia fluvial do Azibo que ate foi visitada pelo ex-ministro Guterres.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6611440-108789701288386837?l=pensoeudeque2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611440/posts/default/108789701288386837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611440/posts/default/108789701288386837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensoeudeque2.blogspot.com/2004_06_20_archive.html#108789701288386837' title=''/><author><name>Vortice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01870375803425969807</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-6611440.post-108789671096212994</id><published>2004-06-22T10:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-06-22T10:31:50.963+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Braganca surpreendeu-me pela positiva, vinha a espera de encontrar uma cidade modesta com minimo indespensavel e encontrei uma cidade completamente nova, ao subir a um dos pontos altos que rodeia a cidade onde se encontra uma estatua do seu santo Bartolomeu, via-se que a zona mais a sul era toda nova, construiram um shoping com cinema, um teatro municipal, uma zona de mercado... Tudo parecia novo principalmente devido ao programa POLIS que levou a despoluicao do rio que atravessa o centro da cidade.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6611440-108789671096212994?l=pensoeudeque2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611440/posts/default/108789671096212994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611440/posts/default/108789671096212994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensoeudeque2.blogspot.com/2004_06_20_archive.html#108789671096212994' title=''/><author><name>Vortice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01870375803425969807</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-6611440.post-10878959242430626</id><published>2004-06-22T10:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-06-22T10:18:44.243+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Afinal a posta nem foi a Mirandeza nem Mirandela foi a Transmontana mesmo, acho que nunca tinha comido um naco de carne tao saboroso tenro e grande, quem for a Braganca nao pode passar sem experimentar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6611440-10878959242430626?l=pensoeudeque2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611440/posts/default/10878959242430626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611440/posts/default/10878959242430626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensoeudeque2.blogspot.com/2004_06_20_archive.html#10878959242430626' title=''/><author><name>Vortice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01870375803425969807</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-6611440.post-108789421746622271</id><published>2004-06-22T09:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-06-22T09:50:17.466+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Acabou-se o que era doce, o fim de semana em Braganca afinal prolongou-se ate hoje, terra bem bonita esta valeu a pena a viagem. Agora a parte final das viagens, o regresso ate Aveiro, dentro de 10 min o meu expresso deve chegar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6611440-108789421746622271?l=pensoeudeque2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611440/posts/default/108789421746622271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611440/posts/default/108789421746622271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensoeudeque2.blogspot.com/2004_06_20_archive.html#108789421746622271' title=''/><author><name>Vortice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01870375803425969807</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-6611440.post-108758839772597287</id><published>2004-06-18T20:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-06-18T20:53:17.726+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Estou quase a chegar e por estes lados a net nao abunda por isso, see you later aligator!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6611440-108758839772597287?l=pensoeudeque2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611440/posts/default/108758839772597287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611440/posts/default/108758839772597287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensoeudeque2.blogspot.com/2004_06_13_archive.html#108758839772597287' title=''/><author><name>Vortice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01870375803425969807</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-6611440.post-108758567629873221</id><published>2004-06-18T20:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-06-18T20:07:56.296+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Estou quase a chegar a Mirandela, ve-se muitos olivais, searas e muita planicie com montanhas em redor&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6611440-108758567629873221?l=pensoeudeque2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611440/posts/default/108758567629873221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611440/posts/default/108758567629873221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensoeudeque2.blogspot.com/2004_06_13_archive.html#108758567629873221' title=''/><author><name>Vortice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01870375803425969807</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-6611440.post-108758454771059230</id><published>2004-06-18T19:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-06-18T19:49:07.710+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Uff ligaram o ar condicionado... que fresquinho. Definitivamente a paisagem agora e mt mais seca estou em Murca perto de Valpacos, bom vinho se faz por estas bandas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6611440-108758454771059230?l=pensoeudeque2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611440/posts/default/108758454771059230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611440/posts/default/108758454771059230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensoeudeque2.blogspot.com/2004_06_13_archive.html#108758454771059230' title=''/><author><name>Vortice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01870375803425969807</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-6611440.post-108758370554770467</id><published>2004-06-18T19:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-06-18T19:35:05.546+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A paisagem agora e diferente, vem-se arvores mais pequenas e vegetacao mais rasteira, alguns espacos secos e a rocha dao um aspecto arido a esta zona&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6611440-108758370554770467?l=pensoeudeque2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611440/posts/default/108758370554770467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611440/posts/default/108758370554770467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensoeudeque2.blogspot.com/2004_06_13_archive.html#108758370554770467' title=''/><author><name>Vortice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01870375803425969807</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-6611440.post-108758301311191463</id><published>2004-06-18T19:23:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-06-18T19:23:33.110+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Uma rapida mudanca de autocarro e ja estamos de volta ao caminho.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6611440-108758301311191463?l=pensoeudeque2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611440/posts/default/108758301311191463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611440/posts/default/108758301311191463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensoeudeque2.blogspot.com/2004_06_13_archive.html#108758301311191463' title=''/><author><name>Vortice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01870375803425969807</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-6611440.post-108758222614161044</id><published>2004-06-18T19:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-06-18T19:10:26.140+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Agora veio-me uma duvida a cabeca, sera posta a Mirandeza ou a Mirandela? Vamos parar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6611440-108758222614161044?l=pensoeudeque2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611440/posts/default/108758222614161044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611440/posts/default/108758222614161044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensoeudeque2.blogspot.com/2004_06_13_archive.html#108758222614161044' title=''/><author><name>Vortice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01870375803425969807</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-6611440.post-108758206243131126</id><published>2004-06-18T19:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-06-18T19:07:42.430+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mais um rio, este chama-se Sordo, e falta neste momento 133km para chegar. Felizmente trouxe o walkman e assim com musica de fundo a meu gosto tudo parece bem. Outro rio o Cabril...vou por Moby.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6611440-108758206243131126?l=pensoeudeque2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611440/posts/default/108758206243131126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611440/posts/default/108758206243131126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensoeudeque2.blogspot.com/2004_06_13_archive.html#108758206243131126' title=''/><author><name>Vortice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01870375803425969807</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-6611440.post-108758127331694988</id><published>2004-06-18T18:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-06-18T18:54:33.316+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ja passaram as primeiras placas a indicarem o sentido Braganca passamos pelo rio Ovelha e agora estamos a subir uma serra q nao sei o nome mas a vista de ca de cima e linda, ve-se um grande vale revestido de verde e as casas semeadas ao longo muito pequenas muito perfeitas todas de pedra&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6611440-108758127331694988?l=pensoeudeque2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611440/posts/default/108758127331694988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611440/posts/default/108758127331694988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensoeudeque2.blogspot.com/2004_06_13_archive.html#108758127331694988' title=''/><author><name>Vortice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01870375803425969807</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-6611440.post-108757977312053269</id><published>2004-06-18T18:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-06-18T18:29:33.120+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Amarante, estamos a passar agora por cima do Tamega. Ah ja agora alguem quer ir a discoteca? Diamante Negro talvez quem sabe?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6611440-108757977312053269?l=pensoeudeque2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611440/posts/default/108757977312053269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611440/posts/default/108757977312053269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensoeudeque2.blogspot.com/2004_06_13_archive.html#108757977312053269' title=''/><author><name>Vortice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01870375803425969807</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-6611440.post-108757903745984587</id><published>2004-06-18T18:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-06-18T18:17:17.460+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Acabei de ver uma placa muito pouco inspiradora que dizia Entre os Rios, glup, espero nao passar em nenhuma ponte manhosa nao me estava nada a apetecer ir nadar agora.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6611440-108757903745984587?l=pensoeudeque2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611440/posts/default/108757903745984587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611440/posts/default/108757903745984587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensoeudeque2.blogspot.com/2004_06_13_archive.html#108757903745984587' title=''/><author><name>Vortice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01870375803425969807</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-6611440.post-108757651467465953</id><published>2004-06-18T17:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-06-18T17:35:14.673+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Porto - paramos para entrar mais gente, a maioria � pessoal universitario que esta a regressar a casa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6611440-108757651467465953?l=pensoeudeque2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611440/posts/default/108757651467465953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611440/posts/default/108757651467465953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensoeudeque2.blogspot.com/2004_06_13_archive.html#108757651467465953' title=''/><author><name>Vortice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01870375803425969807</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-6611440.post-108757536825034344</id><published>2004-06-18T17:16:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-06-18T17:16:08.250+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Estou agora a passar por cima do rio Douro, uma das viagens que gostaria de fazer era de subir o rio de barco, dizem que e muito bonito mas tambem me disseram que para quem tem medo da passagem pelas barragens que pode ir de comboio que e igualmente magnifico. Ah, vi o estadio do dragao e lembrei-me de dizer, VIVA PORTUGAL!! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6611440-108757536825034344?l=pensoeudeque2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611440/posts/default/108757536825034344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611440/posts/default/108757536825034344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensoeudeque2.blogspot.com/2004_06_13_archive.html#108757536825034344' title=''/><author><name>Vortice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01870375803425969807</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-6611440.post-108757435033492292</id><published>2004-06-18T16:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-06-18T17:00:53.236+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>O dia hoje esta um pouco nublado o que ate e bom para fazer uma viagem longa. Esta e a primeira vez que vou a Braganca, vou visita-la durante este fim de semana, ainda nao tenho muitos planos apenas 1, provar a Posta a Mirandeza e olhar o ceu estrelado a noite que no interior guarda uma beleza superior a das grandes e poluidas cidades.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6611440-108757435033492292?l=pensoeudeque2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611440/posts/default/108757435033492292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611440/posts/default/108757435033492292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensoeudeque2.blogspot.com/2004_06_13_archive.html#108757435033492292' title=''/><author><name>Vortice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01870375803425969807</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-6611440.post-1087573802373023</id><published>2004-06-18T16:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-06-18T16:50:02.373+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ola a todos, como ja devem saber estou de ferias e neste momento estou a caminho de Braganca, uma cidade bem la na pontinha de Portugal. Embarquei no expresso a 15 minutos e tenho uma viagem de 5 horas pela frente por isso nao me vai faltar vontade de escrever&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6611440-1087573802373023?l=pensoeudeque2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611440/posts/default/1087573802373023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611440/posts/default/1087573802373023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensoeudeque2.blogspot.com/2004_06_13_archive.html#1087573802373023' title=''/><author><name>Vortice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01870375803425969807</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-6611440.post-108406634124356756</id><published>2004-05-09T02:32:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-05-09T02:36:51.060+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>E aqui estou eu, num clube noturno, numa despedida a ouvir private dancer com uma loira lindissima a fazer um strip&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6611440-108406634124356756?l=pensoeudeque2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611440/posts/default/108406634124356756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611440/posts/default/108406634124356756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensoeudeque2.blogspot.com/2004_05_09_archive.html#108406634124356756' title=''/><author><name>Vortice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01870375803425969807</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-6611440.post-108346937786148903</id><published>2004-05-02T04:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-05-02T04:47:18.043+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Parabens a todas as maes, por terem sido as doces heroinas que nos deram a luz todos nos. Um grande beijo para a minha mae que aturou esta peste estes anos todos e ainda continua a amar-me e a tratar-me com todo o carinho como no dia em que nasci.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6611440-108346937786148903?l=pensoeudeque2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611440/posts/default/108346937786148903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611440/posts/default/108346937786148903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensoeudeque2.blogspot.com/2004_05_02_archive.html#108346937786148903' title=''/><author><name>Vortice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01870375803425969807</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-6611440.post-108319174173656848</id><published>2004-04-28T23:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-04-28T23:39:57.746+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Que ventania que vai aqui em Aveiro...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6611440-108319174173656848?l=pensoeudeque2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611440/posts/default/108319174173656848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611440/posts/default/108319174173656848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensoeudeque2.blogspot.com/2004_04_25_archive.html#108319174173656848' title=''/><author><name>Vortice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01870375803425969807</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-6611440.post-108310545889153071</id><published>2004-04-27T23:37:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-04-27T23:41:53.373+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>E sempre bom quando ha atrasos ou enganos no Mac Donalds ... Recebo sempre uma tarte gratis no fim e um pedido de desculpas, era bom que fosse assim em todo o lado, ja imaginaram?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6611440-108310545889153071?l=pensoeudeque2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611440/posts/default/108310545889153071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611440/posts/default/108310545889153071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensoeudeque2.blogspot.com/2004_04_25_archive.html#108310545889153071' title=''/><author><name>Vortice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01870375803425969807</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-6611440.post-108224841892297513</id><published>2004-04-18T01:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-04-18T01:37:39.936+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A distancia e o tempo faz um beijo crescer, crescer crescer...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6611440-108224841892297513?l=pensoeudeque2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611440/posts/default/108224841892297513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611440/posts/default/108224841892297513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensoeudeque2.blogspot.com/2004_04_18_archive.html#108224841892297513' title=''/><author><name>Vortice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01870375803425969807</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-6611440.post-108222536147475544</id><published>2004-04-17T19:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-04-17T19:13:22.360+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ha la coisa mais ridicula q um homem d robe gravata e camisa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6611440-108222536147475544?l=pensoeudeque2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611440/posts/default/108222536147475544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611440/posts/default/108222536147475544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensoeudeque2.blogspot.com/2004_04_11_archive.html#108222536147475544' title=''/><author><name>Vortice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01870375803425969807</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-6611440.post-108207141215048230</id><published>2004-04-16T00:23:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-04-16T00:27:30.436+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Enquanto tomo o meu cafe e fumo o meu cigarro observo um homem, simples, a desabafar com uma mulher da vida. Serao elas o unico meio para alguns homens poderem encontrar alguem q os oica e lhes de algum carinho?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6611440-108207141215048230?l=pensoeudeque2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611440/posts/default/108207141215048230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611440/posts/default/108207141215048230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensoeudeque2.blogspot.com/2004_04_11_archive.html#108207141215048230' title=''/><author><name>Vortice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01870375803425969807</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-6611440.post-108017613570731397</id><published>2004-03-25T00:55:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-03-25T00:59:03.310Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hmmm esta pizza esta mesmo boa, especialmente porque so agora estou a jantar.. e a ouvir The Corrs - What can i do...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6611440-108017613570731397?l=pensoeudeque2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611440/posts/default/108017613570731397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611440/posts/default/108017613570731397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensoeudeque2.blogspot.com/2004_03_21_archive.html#108017613570731397' title=''/><author><name>Vortice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01870375803425969807</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-6611440.post-107965330323033852</id><published>2004-03-18T23:41:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-03-18T23:45:02.750Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Esta neste momento em cima de mim invejando a atencao que dou ao telemovel com um olhar paciente e a ronronar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6611440-107965330323033852?l=pensoeudeque2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611440/posts/default/107965330323033852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611440/posts/default/107965330323033852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensoeudeque2.blogspot.com/2004_03_14_archive.html#107965330323033852' title=''/><author><name>Vortice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01870375803425969807</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-6611440.post-107965311721407700</id><published>2004-03-18T23:38:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-03-19T10:52:03.606Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Nao ha ninguem tao sincera como a minha gata preta&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6611440-107965311721407700?l=pensoeudeque2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611440/posts/default/107965311721407700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611440/posts/default/107965311721407700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensoeudeque2.blogspot.com/2004_03_14_archive.html#107965311721407700' title=''/><author><name>Vortice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01870375803425969807</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-6611440.post-107965304604045993</id><published>2004-03-18T23:37:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-03-18T23:40:45.750Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>O primeiro ministro fala e parece tudo bem... Mas continua tudo mal&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6611440-107965304604045993?l=pensoeudeque2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611440/posts/default/107965304604045993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611440/posts/default/107965304604045993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensoeudeque2.blogspot.com/2004_03_14_archive.html#107965304604045993' title=''/><author><name>Vortice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01870375803425969807</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-6611440.post-107931297036750492</id><published>2004-03-15T01:09:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-03-15T11:49:32.763Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As traducoes dos filmes irritam-me... vai comecar um filme com o titulo Resurrection, e a traducao e Perdador da noite... Ja agora podiam fazer um novo argumento. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6611440-107931297036750492?l=pensoeudeque2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611440/posts/default/107931297036750492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611440/posts/default/107931297036750492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensoeudeque2.blogspot.com/2004_03_14_archive.html#107931297036750492' title=''/><author><name>Vortice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01870375803425969807</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-6611440.post-107927603881472692</id><published>2004-03-14T14:53:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-03-14T14:57:12.200Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OH NAO! As series policiais com caes pastor-alemao estao a tornar-se uma praga, ja nao bastava o Rex, agora tinham de inventar uma portuguesa ... O Max ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6611440-107927603881472692?l=pensoeudeque2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611440/posts/default/107927603881472692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611440/posts/default/107927603881472692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensoeudeque2.blogspot.com/2004_03_14_archive.html#107927603881472692' title=''/><author><name>Vortice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01870375803425969807</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-6611440.post-107923823491580110</id><published>2004-03-14T04:23:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-03-14T04:27:08.106Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lembrei-me agora que nao entendo o casamento com separacao de bens... Isso nao demonstra uma falta de confianca numa relacao que supostamente e para toda a vida? &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6611440-107923823491580110?l=pensoeudeque2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611440/posts/default/107923823491580110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611440/posts/default/107923823491580110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensoeudeque2.blogspot.com/2004_03_14_archive.html#107923823491580110' title=''/><author><name>Vortice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01870375803425969807</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-6611440.post-107922461860419224</id><published>2004-03-14T00:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-03-14T23:01:15.843Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Um casal amigo esta prestes a casar e discute-se as fantasias para a lua de mel . A sugestao da noite foi pendurar uns guizos ao tito cujo do noivo... E divertido discutir a vida sexual dos outros&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6611440-107922461860419224?l=pensoeudeque2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611440/posts/default/107922461860419224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611440/posts/default/107922461860419224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensoeudeque2.blogspot.com/2004_03_14_archive.html#107922461860419224' title=''/><author><name>Vortice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01870375803425969807</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-6611440.post-107916640491502522</id><published>2004-03-13T08:26:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-03-13T08:32:20.543Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>TOTIL TOTAL - ja nao ha desenhos animados como antigamente. onde estas Sport Billy, Heman, Tom Sowier? Agora parece que tudo se resume a golpes marciais, 2 palhacos e uma boazona de mini-saia para agradar os grandes...Catapulta infernal...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6611440-107916640491502522?l=pensoeudeque2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611440/posts/default/107916640491502522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611440/posts/default/107916640491502522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensoeudeque2.blogspot.com/2004_03_07_archive.html#107916640491502522' title=''/><author><name>Vortice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01870375803425969807</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-6611440.post-107913905259321481</id><published>2004-03-13T00:50:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-03-13T08:33:57.186Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Melhor que o cigarro depois de jantar sexta a noite so mesmo o de depois do sexo de sexta a noite... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6611440-107913905259321481?l=pensoeudeque2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611440/posts/default/107913905259321481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611440/posts/default/107913905259321481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensoeudeque2.blogspot.com/2004_03_07_archive.html#107913905259321481' title=''/><author><name>Vortice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01870375803425969807</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-6611440.post-107913526182958221</id><published>2004-03-12T23:47:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-03-13T08:35:16.733Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finalmente... At home. Ha la cigarro melhor que o depois de jantar a uma sexta feira. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6611440-107913526182958221?l=pensoeudeque2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611440/posts/default/107913526182958221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611440/posts/default/107913526182958221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensoeudeque2.blogspot.com/2004_03_07_archive.html#107913526182958221' title=''/><author><name>Vortice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01870375803425969807</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-6611440.post-107912580045759278</id><published>2004-03-12T21:10:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-03-12T21:13:12.060Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://pensoeudeque.weblog.com.pt"&gt;Penso eu de que...&lt;/a&gt; esta ideia será mui gira. Este blog concerteza terá um toque especial pois só irá conter posts enviados via WAP (por télélé), logo espero que com uma intensidade especial e alguma genuinidade.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6611440-107912580045759278?l=pensoeudeque2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611440/posts/default/107912580045759278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6611440/posts/default/107912580045759278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensoeudeque2.blogspot.com/2004_03_07_archive.html#107912580045759278' title=''/><author><name>Vortice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01870375803425969807</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></feed>
