<?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-3317960743666207028</id><updated>2011-12-26T14:45:29.049-08:00</updated><category term='isave'/><category term='kirilenko'/><category term='claudia'/><category term='coliseu'/><category term='covo'/><category term='mae'/><category term='manos'/><category term='erika'/><category term='badu'/><category term='clarinha'/><category term='rubio'/><category term='barcelona'/><category term='michael'/><category term='rudy'/><category term='inicio'/><category term='nirvana'/><category term='marisa'/><category term='romenia'/><category term='ricky'/><category term='equipa maravilha'/><category term='nando'/><category term='fisio'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='tony'/><category term='splitter'/><category term='academicas'/><category term='parker'/><category term='fernandez'/><category term='kika'/><category term='jason'/><category term='porto'/><category term='juca'/><category term='toque'/><category term='sara'/><category term='...'/><category term='jordan'/><category term='michelle'/><category term='rika'/><category term='superwoman'/><category term='nowitzki'/><category term='joana'/><category term='portugal'/><category term='vicky'/><category term='gasol'/><category term='cristina'/><category term='efémera'/><category term='noites'/><category term='kurt'/><category term='março'/><category term='mraz'/><category term='pintas'/><title type='text'>sarookas</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarookas.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317960743666207028/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarookas.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317960743666207028/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>some girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01582273702015455407</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>109</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317960743666207028.post-1323882393839640717</id><published>2011-03-25T15:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T15:04:52.892-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Eu prefiro os venenos mais lentos, as bebidas mais amargas, as drogas mais poderosas, as ideias mais insanas, os pensamentos mais complexos, os sentimentos mais fortes… tenho um apetite voraz e os delírios mais loucos!&lt;br /&gt;Podem-me empurrar de um penhasco que eu vou dizer:&lt;br /&gt;- E daí? Eu gosto de voar!&lt;br /&gt;Não me ofereçam as fórmulas certas, por que eu não espero acertar sempre. Não me mostrem o que esperam de mim, por que eu vou seguir o meu coração. Não me façam ser quem não sou. Não me convidem a ser igual, por que sinceramente eu sou diferente. Não sei amar pela metade.Não sei viver de mentira. Não sei voar de pés no chão. Sou sempre eu mesmo, mas com certeza não serei o mesmo para sempre"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clarisse Lispector&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3317960743666207028-1323882393839640717?l=sarookas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarookas.blogspot.com/feeds/1323882393839640717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3317960743666207028&amp;postID=1323882393839640717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317960743666207028/posts/default/1323882393839640717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317960743666207028/posts/default/1323882393839640717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarookas.blogspot.com/2011/03/eu-prefiro-os-venenos-mais-lentos-as.html' title=''/><author><name>some girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01582273702015455407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317960743666207028.post-2636116547320821629</id><published>2010-10-30T10:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T11:02:39.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>... temporal!</title><content type='html'>Dia 30/10, por volta das 18h da tarde, no regresso a casa: uma chuvada repentina faz com que tenha de me abrigar debaixo de umas varandas assim como uma senhora, que apesar de levar um guarda-chuva (ela, não eu!) também teve essa necessidade devido ao temporal que de um momento para o outro se instalara! &lt;br /&gt;''os jovens de hoje em dia não gostam mesmo de usar chapéu-de-chuva pois não!'' ''Desculpe, eu disse chapéu, porque estou habituada lá em baixo, aqui voces dizem guarda-chuva!'' e foi o suficiente, para nos 15 minutos seguintes ficar a conhecer, não a sua vida toda, mas coisas banais e sem relevancia nenhuma mas que naquele tempo em que ficamos as duas debaixo da varanda protegidas nos fez rir e esquecer a barreira da idade! Uma coisa banal, ou talvez não, mas que me deixou com uma sensação muito boa quando nos separamos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e nem o seu nome sei, nem ela sabe o meu.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3317960743666207028-2636116547320821629?l=sarookas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarookas.blogspot.com/feeds/2636116547320821629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3317960743666207028&amp;postID=2636116547320821629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317960743666207028/posts/default/2636116547320821629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317960743666207028.post-2872620381666020103</id><published>2010-10-02T17:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T17:19:03.184-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...abraçou-me como se abraça o tempo...</title><content type='html'>''Abraçou-me&lt;br /&gt;Como se abraça o tempo,&lt;br /&gt;A vida num momento&lt;br /&gt;Em gestos nunca iguais.&lt;br /&gt;E parou,&lt;br /&gt;Cantou contra o meu peito,&lt;br /&gt;Num beijo imperfeito&lt;br /&gt;Roubado nos umbrais.&lt;br /&gt;E partiu,&lt;br /&gt;Sem me dizer o nome,&lt;br /&gt;Levando-me o perfume&lt;br /&gt;De tantas noites mais.''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30/9/2010&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3317960743666207028-2872620381666020103?l=sarookas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarookas.blogspot.com/feeds/2872620381666020103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3317960743666207028&amp;postID=2872620381666020103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317960743666207028/posts/default/2872620381666020103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317960743666207028/posts/default/2872620381666020103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarookas.blogspot.com/2010/10/abracou-me-como-se-abraca-o-tempo.html' title='...abraçou-me como se abraça o tempo...'/><author><name>some girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01582273702015455407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317960743666207028.post-3541163377482791014</id><published>2010-08-21T15:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T15:21:25.931-07:00</updated><title type='text'>=)</title><content type='html'>«Não é a distância que afasta as pessoas quando nasceram para se encontrar.»&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3317960743666207028-3541163377482791014?l=sarookas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarookas.blogspot.com/feeds/3541163377482791014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>pedras no caminho</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;"Posso ter defeitos, viver ansioso e ficar irritado algumas vezes, mas não&lt;br /&gt;esqueço de que minha vida é a maior empresa do mundo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E que posso evitar que ela vá a falência.&lt;br /&gt;Ser feliz é reconhecer que vale a pena viver, apesar de todos os desafios,&lt;br /&gt;incompreensões e períodos de crise.  &lt;strong&gt;Ser feliz é deixar de ser vítima dos&lt;br /&gt;problemas e se tornar um autor da própria história.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É atravessar desertos fora de si, mas ser capaz de encontrar um oásis no&lt;br /&gt;recôndito da sua alma.&lt;br /&gt;É agradecer a Deus a cada manhã pelo milagre da vida.  Ser feliz é não ter&lt;br /&gt;medo dos próprios sentimentos.&lt;br /&gt;É saber falar de si mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;É ter coragem para ouvir um "não".&lt;br /&gt;É ter segurança para receber uma crítica, mesmo que injusta.&lt;br /&gt;Pedras no caminho?&lt;br /&gt;Guardo todas, um dia vou construir um castelo..."&lt;br /&gt;(Fernando Pessoa)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3317960743666207028-8791635810003474466?l=sarookas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarookas.blogspot.com/feeds/8791635810003474466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3317960743666207028&amp;postID=8791635810003474466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317960743666207028/posts/default/8791635810003474466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317960743666207028/posts/default/8791635810003474466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarookas.blogspot.com/2010/08/pedras-no-caminho.html' title='pedras no caminho'/><author><name>some girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01582273702015455407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317960743666207028.post-6799563114737777963</id><published>2010-04-25T11:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T11:59:11.457-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tp</title><content type='html'>''foi bom... e nesta vida nada que seja bom se perde jamais... torna-se parte de nós! Assim, uma parte de ti acompanharme-à para todo o lado. E parte de mim, é tua para sempre!''&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3317960743666207028-6799563114737777963?l=sarookas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarookas.blogspot.com/feeds/6799563114737777963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3317960743666207028&amp;postID=6799563114737777963' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317960743666207028/posts/default/6799563114737777963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317960743666207028/posts/default/6799563114737777963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarookas.blogspot.com/2010/04/tp.html' title='tp'/><author><name>some girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01582273702015455407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317960743666207028.post-4852232721489699208</id><published>2010-04-14T17:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T17:29:16.101-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ouro... valem ouro</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q9ZqJObH7RA/S8ZdySazk7I/AAAAAAAAAPY/lteDXzRmdlo/s1600/P3272333.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q9ZqJObH7RA/S8ZdySazk7I/AAAAAAAAAPY/lteDXzRmdlo/s400/P3272333.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460154716752417714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3317960743666207028-4852232721489699208?l=sarookas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarookas.blogspot.com/feeds/4852232721489699208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3317960743666207028&amp;postID=4852232721489699208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317960743666207028/posts/default/4852232721489699208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317960743666207028/posts/default/4852232721489699208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarookas.blogspot.com/2010/04/ouro-valem-ouro.html' title='ouro... valem ouro'/><author><name>some girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01582273702015455407</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/_q9ZqJObH7RA/S8ZdySazk7I/AAAAAAAAAPY/lteDXzRmdlo/s72-c/P3272333.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317960743666207028.post-8816191982232933901</id><published>2010-02-21T10:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T10:31:17.676-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Equipona</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q9ZqJObH7RA/S4F75AZyw1I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/8Z4lT9GXpFw/s1600-h/P1160259.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q9ZqJObH7RA/S4F75AZyw1I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/8Z4lT9GXpFw/s400/P1160259.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440766044131214162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q9ZqJObH7RA/S4F7rJOXtdI/AAAAAAAAAPI/Vi8rM-4A4Mg/s1600-h/Olivais_Barcelos+30_1_10+(5).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q9ZqJObH7RA/S4F7rJOXtdI/AAAAAAAAAPI/Vi8rM-4A4Mg/s400/Olivais_Barcelos+30_1_10+(5).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440765805981054418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nos bons e nos maus momentos... sempre unidas! Equipona &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3317960743666207028-8816191982232933901?l=sarookas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarookas.blogspot.com/feeds/8816191982232933901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3317960743666207028&amp;postID=8816191982232933901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317960743666207028/posts/default/8816191982232933901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317960743666207028/posts/default/8816191982232933901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarookas.blogspot.com/2010/02/equipona.html' title='Equipona'/><author><name>some girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01582273702015455407</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/_q9ZqJObH7RA/S4F75AZyw1I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/8Z4lT9GXpFw/s72-c/P1160259.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317960743666207028.post-4044919977739784439</id><published>2010-02-21T10:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T10:27:45.569-08:00</updated><title type='text'>''Invictus''</title><content type='html'>''From director Clint Eastwood, “Invictus” tells the inspiring true story of how Nelson Mandela (Morgan Freeman) joined forces with the captain of South Africa’s rugby team, Francois Pienaar (Matt Damon), to help unite their country. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Newly elected President Mandela knows his nation remains racially and economically divided in the wake of apartheid. Believing he can bring his people together through the universal language of sport, Mandela rallies South Africa’s underdog rugby team as they make an unlikely run to the 1995 World Cup Championship match.''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/E9Ovkye6lac&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/E9Ovkye6lac&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;''I am the master of my faith... i am the captain of my soul!''&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3317960743666207028-4044919977739784439?l=sarookas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarookas.blogspot.com/feeds/4044919977739784439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3317960743666207028&amp;postID=4044919977739784439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317960743666207028/posts/default/4044919977739784439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317960743666207028/posts/default/4044919977739784439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarookas.blogspot.com/2010/02/invictus.html' title='&apos;&apos;Invictus&apos;&apos;'/><author><name>some girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01582273702015455407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317960743666207028.post-6576849121367465122</id><published>2009-11-18T08:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T08:38:09.863-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A viver...</title><content type='html'>''...é melhor viver como se fosse o primeiro, ou o último dia da minha vida!''   Ate sempre!*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3317960743666207028-6576849121367465122?l=sarookas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarookas.blogspot.com/feeds/6576849121367465122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3317960743666207028&amp;postID=6576849121367465122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317960743666207028/posts/default/6576849121367465122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317960743666207028/posts/default/6576849121367465122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarookas.blogspot.com/2009/11/viver.html' title='A viver...'/><author><name>some girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01582273702015455407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317960743666207028.post-999284023223133584</id><published>2009-11-10T16:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T16:40:08.080-08:00</updated><title type='text'>mind vs heart'' Lindo*</title><content type='html'>What is the mind without the heart&lt;br /&gt;What am I without my shadow&lt;br /&gt;What is life without knowing that death comes&lt;br /&gt;What is a song without a melody&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needed to search myself to go back&lt;br /&gt;Had no signs of hope before lost in the darkness&lt;br /&gt;Not knowing what my fate makes of me&lt;br /&gt;And oh ignoring the fellowship accompanying me&lt;br /&gt;There were swamps, slums, gottas, brunks, love songs, &lt;br /&gt;Hidden pleasure, ignored passion, secret worship, &lt;br /&gt;Quiet movement and undissolved self loving&lt;br /&gt;Now I know God has brought me here for something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the mind without the heart&lt;br /&gt;What am I without my shadow&lt;br /&gt;What is life without knowing that death comes&lt;br /&gt;What is a song without a melody&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My head says I lost my way&lt;br /&gt;But my heart knows that my life is destined in anyway&lt;br /&gt;A long road running towards stops where I pay&lt;br /&gt;Pay, pay for what I have taken and is got what I deserving&lt;br /&gt;Oh God knows very well that my sins are always before me&lt;br /&gt;Yes he gives and he takes and he wounds and he breaks, &lt;br /&gt;He destroys and he builds and still I know&lt;br /&gt;That his love is endless grace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the mind without the heart&lt;br /&gt;What am I without my shadow&lt;br /&gt;What is life without knowing that death comes&lt;br /&gt;What is a song without a melody&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what your mind is without your heart&lt;br /&gt;Tell me do you feel, do you feel happiness&lt;br /&gt;Your heart, your heart, your heart&lt;br /&gt;Your soul, your soul, your soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say we must destroy in order to rebuild, &lt;br /&gt;In order to rebuild don't you know, don't you know&lt;br /&gt;Your heart, Polarity must be for you and me, for you and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the mind without the heart&lt;br /&gt;What am I without my shadow&lt;br /&gt;What is life without knowing that death comes&lt;br /&gt;What is a song without a melody&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needed to search myself to go back&lt;br /&gt;Had no signs of hope before lost in the darkness&lt;br /&gt;Not knowing what my fate makes of me&lt;br /&gt;And oh ignoring the fellowship accompanying me&lt;br /&gt;There were swamps, slums, gottas, brunks, love songs, &lt;br /&gt;Hidden pleasure, ignored passion, secret worship, &lt;br /&gt;Quiet movement and undissolved self loving&lt;br /&gt;Now I know God has brought me here for something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the mind without the heart&lt;br /&gt;What am I without my shadow&lt;br /&gt;What is life without knowing that death comes&lt;br /&gt;What is a song without a melody&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My head says I lost my way&lt;br /&gt;But my heart knows that my life is destined in anyway&lt;br /&gt;A long road running towards stops where I pay&lt;br /&gt;Pay, pay for what I have taken and is got what I deserving&lt;br /&gt;Oh God knows very well that my sins are always before me&lt;br /&gt;Yes he gives and he takes and he wounds and he breaks, &lt;br /&gt;He destroys and he builds and still I know&lt;br /&gt;That his love is endless grace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the mind without the heart&lt;br /&gt;What am I without my shadow&lt;br /&gt;What is life without knowing that death comes&lt;br /&gt;What is a song without a melody&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what your mind is without your heart&lt;br /&gt;Tell me do you feel, do you feel happiness&lt;br /&gt;Your heart, your heart, your heart&lt;br /&gt;Your soul, your soul, your soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say we must destroy in order to rebuild, &lt;br /&gt;In order to rebuild don't you know, don't you know&lt;br /&gt;Your heart, Polarity must be for you and me, for you and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/amw2l4068d4&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/amw2l4068d4&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01582273702015455407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317960743666207028.post-9125053049841030744</id><published>2009-10-23T08:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T09:04:39.391-07:00</updated><title type='text'>chiado, rossio, bairro alto... de dia ;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q9ZqJObH7RA/SuHUCN2shOI/AAAAAAAAAOI/unL7Yw1OhV0/s1600-h/PA201867.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q9ZqJObH7RA/SuHUCN2shOI/AAAAAAAAAOI/unL7Yw1OhV0/s200/PA201867.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395826963110462690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a 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height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317960743666207028.post-2763738786581148538</id><published>2009-10-21T05:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T05:57:52.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lisboa - Campo Pequeno, Jardins Calouste Gulbenkian, Parque Edardo VII, Marquês do Pombal...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q9ZqJObH7RA/St8FP2tx3jI/AAAAAAAAAM4/9LH7EUj-KO8/s1600-h/PA181877.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q9ZqJObH7RA/St8FP2tx3jI/AAAAAAAAAM4/9LH7EUj-KO8/s200/PA181877.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395036648556846642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q9ZqJObH7RA/St8FPsBH8RI/AAAAAAAAAMw/EBc8j1AE1PI/s1600-h/PA181875.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" 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url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q9ZqJObH7RA/St8FP2tx3jI/AAAAAAAAAM4/9LH7EUj-KO8/s72-c/PA181877.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317960743666207028.post-5863753104500065772</id><published>2009-10-12T17:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T17:21:16.994-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lisboa - feira da Ladra</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q9ZqJObH7RA/StPH6bubGVI/AAAAAAAAAL4/4xm-OllAj9I/s1600-h/PA091823.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q9ZqJObH7RA/StPH6bubGVI/AAAAAAAAAL4/4xm-OllAj9I/s200/PA091823.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391872985581427026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q9ZqJObH7RA/StPH5zSSqwI/AAAAAAAAALw/d_SuW2U2dhw/s1600-h/PA091822.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; 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type='text/html' href='http://sarookas.blogspot.com/2009/10/lisboa-feira-da-ladra.html' title='Lisboa - feira da Ladra'/><author><name>some girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01582273702015455407</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/_q9ZqJObH7RA/StPH6bubGVI/AAAAAAAAAL4/4xm-OllAj9I/s72-c/PA091823.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317960743666207028.post-8745121468888676449</id><published>2009-10-09T12:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T12:20:51.999-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lisboa - Lux</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q9ZqJObH7RA/Ss-NBupZKGI/AAAAAAAAALY/BwpnpRZb-Dk/s1600-h/PA081858.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q9ZqJObH7RA/Ss-NBupZKGI/AAAAAAAAALY/BwpnpRZb-Dk/s200/PA081858.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390682339826804834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com uma localização excepcional em frente ao Tejo, o Lux é o bar/discoteca lisboeta que goza de maior reputação nacional e internacional. Manuel Reis transferiu o savoir-faire do Frágil (no Bairro Alto) para um espaço à medida. O Lux é um mega-espaço que se estende por três pisos: discoteca no rés-do-chão, bar no primeiro andar, com varanda sobre o rio, e terraço no topo, com vista sobre a cidade e o Tejo. No bar, o espaço é amplo e também aqui se dança, embora em ritmo menos acelerado que no piso térreo. A originalidade nahal característica da decoração, que muda com bastante regularidade. A programação musical é cuidada e arrojada q.b., procurando acompanhar as vanguardas e diversificar estilos musicais. Os apreciadores de vinho encontram também aqui um bar com uma selecção de bons vinhos a copo. Por todos os seus atributos, o Lux é frequentemente apontado (pelas revistas da especialidade e por diversos opinion makers) como um dos melhores clubes da Europa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3317960743666207028-8745121468888676449?l=sarookas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarookas.blogspot.com/feeds/8745121468888676449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3317960743666207028&amp;postID=8745121468888676449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317960743666207028/posts/default/8745121468888676449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317960743666207028/posts/default/8745121468888676449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarookas.blogspot.com/2009/10/lisboa-lux.html' title='Lisboa - Lux'/><author><name>some girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01582273702015455407</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/_q9ZqJObH7RA/Ss-NBupZKGI/AAAAAAAAALY/BwpnpRZb-Dk/s72-c/PA081858.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317960743666207028.post-620578839688311976</id><published>2009-10-08T07:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T07:25:21.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lisboa bar nr 2 - é pra poncha</title><content type='html'>História de um bar que marcou uma ilha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Início&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O bar sempre esteve ligado com a poncha, a bebida típica da região com aguardente de cana, mas ao crescer, cresceu tambéma vontade de agradar a todos os que por lá passam, então depressa descobriu-se que o segredo do negócio estava na adaptação do sabor antigo para um agradável paladar das novas gerações.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inovação&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Substituiu-se a aguardente pelo absinto, pela vodka e pelo whiskey, adicionaram-se ainda os sabores do maracujá, da tangerina e do limão. Depressa o bar Number 2 deixou de ser só uma referência turística e um poiso diário dos pescadores, para também passar a ser um local de passagem obrigatória de todos os noctívagos da região.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Projectos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi então que os irmãos Reis (Elmano e José Manuel) e o cunhado (João Gonçalves), sócios-gerentes, concordaram que estava na altura de se expandir. Começaram por abrir outra instituição da poncha em Lisboa na avenida 24 de Julho, de seguida foi na promenade do Lido, no Funchal e por um breve tempo (mês de Agosto) estão no Porto Santo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;História de uma bebida que marcou uma ilha &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Origens&lt;br /&gt;Bebida originária da Índia que foi introduzida na região pelos colonos ingleses. “Panche” é como era conhecida pelos indianos e era constituída por cinco ingredientes: a aguardente de arroz ou de noz de coco, açúcar, chá de ervas doces, água e especiarias. &lt;br /&gt;Na Madeira esta bebida foi adaptada, passando a utilizar-se a aguardente de cana, sumo de limão e mel de abelhas. A poncha tornou-se muito popular entre o povo madeirense, que a adoptaram como bebida típica e isto deve-se à sua propriedade de cura contra as mazelas da garganta e afins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morada:&lt;br /&gt;Av. 24 de Julho, nrº 82B&lt;br /&gt;Lisboa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Volta a Casa após duas ponchas de maracujá...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gabri:''ali è frente não é a camara dos presidentes??'' ''A embaixada da China??' ''yah é isso...'' lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oohhhhhh zeeeeeeeeeee,,,, parece um saguin zéeeeeeeeeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waaallllyyyyyyyyy...... waaaallllyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3317960743666207028-620578839688311976?l=sarookas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarookas.blogspot.com/feeds/620578839688311976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3317960743666207028&amp;postID=620578839688311976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317960743666207028/posts/default/620578839688311976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317960743666207028/posts/default/620578839688311976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarookas.blogspot.com/2009/10/lisboa-bar-nr-2-e-pra-poncha.html' title='Lisboa bar nr 2 - é pra poncha'/><author><name>some girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01582273702015455407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317960743666207028.post-1762787714053523675</id><published>2009-10-08T07:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T07:19:46.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lisboa - Bairro Alto</title><content type='html'>O Bairro Alto, outrora conhecido como Vila Nova dos Andrades, é uma zona típica de Lisboa de ruas estreitas e empedradas adjacentes às zonas do Carmo e do Chiado, com casas seculares e pequeno comércio tradicional. Construído mais ou menos em plano ortogonal em finais do século XVI, o Bairro Alto é um dos mais pitorescos da cidade, sendo delimitado a oeste pela Rua do Século, a este pela Rua da Misericórdia, a norte pela Rua D. Pedro V e a sul pela Rua do Loreto e Largo do Calhariz. &lt;br /&gt;Desde os anos 80 que é a zona mais conhecida da noite lisboeta, com inúmeros bares e restaurantes a par das casas de fado, local onde se situavam também quase todos os órgãos de imprensa de distribuição nacional. Nos últimos 20 anos adquiriu uma vida muito própria e característica, onde se cruzam diferentes gerações na procura de divertimento nocturno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parte dos prédios foram ou estão a ser recuperados, mantendo-se a traça original dos mesmos, o que veio permitir a instalação de novos e alternativos espaços comerciais, encontrando-se desde lojas multimarca e ateliers a lojas de tatuagens e piercing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aos poucos verifica-se também que passou a ser procurado como um lugar para viver, estando a sua população a ser renovada e rejuvenescida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Durante o Século XIX e até ao terceiro quartel do Século XX, o bairro abrigava as sedes dos principais jornais e tipografias do país. Ainda hoje é possível encontrar ecos desse tempo em nomes de ruas como a Rua Diário de Notícias ou a Rua do Século. Este bairro, um dos mais intelectuais da capital, frequentado e habitado por jornalistas, escritores e estudantes, a um passo do Chiado, era também lugar de tascas de marinheiros, de lugares de má fama e de muita prostituição. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Largo Camões&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bar Camões (caipririnhas desde os 2€ )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Bica&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3317960743666207028-1762787714053523675?l=sarookas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarookas.blogspot.com/feeds/1762787714053523675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3317960743666207028&amp;postID=1762787714053523675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317960743666207028/posts/default/1762787714053523675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317960743666207028/posts/default/1762787714053523675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarookas.blogspot.com/2009/10/lisboa-bairro-alto.html' title='Lisboa - Bairro Alto'/><author><name>some girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01582273702015455407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317960743666207028.post-1107692408285424215</id><published>2009-07-17T09:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T09:34:06.437-07:00</updated><title type='text'>UB 2009 - Equipa Médica</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q9ZqJObH7RA/SmCn57fUpEI/AAAAAAAAALQ/nNMzep5NC44/s1600-h/DSC00422.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q9ZqJObH7RA/SmCn57fUpEI/AAAAAAAAALQ/nNMzep5NC44/s200/DSC00422.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359468170234340418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta foi a fantástica equipa medica responsavel por toda a comitiva portuguesa... independentemente das limitações conseguimos dar bem conta do recado e ainda criar uma excelente relação com a direcção, atletas e entre nos os quatro. Ricardo o doutor, Daniel o enfermeiro e pedro o outro fisio. Obrigada por me ensinarem sobre coisas da profissão e da vida (teste do bidé por exemplo lol), obrigada por me mimarem e tratarem bem, obrigada pela amizade, companheirimo, brincadeira, e por 15 dias na vossa excelente companhia... foi sem duvida uma das melhores coisas desta experiencia... =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3317960743666207028-1107692408285424215?l=sarookas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarookas.blogspot.com/feeds/1107692408285424215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3317960743666207028&amp;postID=1107692408285424215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317960743666207028/posts/default/1107692408285424215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317960743666207028/posts/default/1107692408285424215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarookas.blogspot.com/2009/07/ub-2009-equipa-medica.html' title='UB 2009 - Equipa Médica'/><author><name>some girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01582273702015455407</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/_q9ZqJObH7RA/SmCn57fUpEI/AAAAAAAAALQ/nNMzep5NC44/s72-c/DSC00422.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317960743666207028.post-7235747789803506148</id><published>2009-07-15T18:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T18:41:58.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Universiadas Belgrado 2009</title><content type='html'>Breve resumo de tudo aquilo que ganhei em duas semanas: experiencia profissional e da vida, amigos, companheiros, perceber varios desportos (esgrima, taekondo, natação...), acompanhar o basket, o sorriso mais bonito de sempre, voluntarios, os servios impecaveis (milica, smilijana, marco, marco, dragon, pedrah...), sitios que merecem a pena ser visitados, estar longe, gente de todos os paises possiveis e imaginarios, historias pa contar, sensações para recordar para sempre, pessoas que marcaram, rakja (agua ardente), desporto, fisioterapia, os companheiros do gabinete medico, os mimos de muita gente, os vendavais e tornados, as risadas, as saudades que ficaram, a gripe que ameaçou, a cerimonia de abertura e encerramento, belgrado parar para nos ver passar, a kortina, as reportagens diárias, a rua de restaurantes com musica ao vivo, os bares suspensos sobre o rio, o amanhecer nos bares, o ganhar medalhas, as trocas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uma experiencia inesquecivel...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3317960743666207028-7235747789803506148?l=sarookas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarookas.blogspot.com/feeds/7235747789803506148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3317960743666207028&amp;postID=7235747789803506148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317960743666207028/posts/default/7235747789803506148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317960743666207028/posts/default/7235747789803506148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarookas.blogspot.com/2009/07/universiadas-belgrado-2009.html' title='Universiadas Belgrado 2009'/><author><name>some girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01582273702015455407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317960743666207028.post-5537537799240738262</id><published>2009-06-09T12:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T12:12:09.321-07:00</updated><title type='text'>''quero gosto sincero de amor...''</title><content type='html'>''Não me deixe só &lt;br /&gt;Que o meu destino é raro &lt;br /&gt;Eu não preciso que seja caro &lt;br /&gt;Quero gosto sincero do amor &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fique mais, que eu gostei de ter você &lt;br /&gt;Não vou mais querer ninguém &lt;br /&gt;Agora que sei quem me faz bem''&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3317960743666207028-5537537799240738262?l=sarookas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarookas.blogspot.com/feeds/5537537799240738262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3317960743666207028&amp;postID=5537537799240738262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317960743666207028/posts/default/5537537799240738262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317960743666207028/posts/default/5537537799240738262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarookas.blogspot.com/2009/06/quero-gosto-sincero-de-amor.html' title='&apos;&apos;quero gosto sincero de amor...&apos;&apos;'/><author><name>some girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01582273702015455407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317960743666207028.post-182466997842011852</id><published>2009-05-28T08:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T08:08:42.289-07:00</updated><title type='text'>onde ir</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q9ZqJObH7RA/Sh6o5SAEeuI/AAAAAAAAALE/Nz4MlVMP8Jc/s1600-h/SP_A0859.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q9ZqJObH7RA/Sh6o5SAEeuI/AAAAAAAAALE/Nz4MlVMP8Jc/s200/SP_A0859.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340891910146128610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;''Só sei que o mundo vai de lá pra cá&lt;br /&gt;Andando por ali&lt;br /&gt;Por acolá&lt;br /&gt;Querendo ver o sol que não chega&lt;br /&gt;Querendo ter alguém que não vem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cada um sabe dos gostos que tem&lt;br /&gt;Suas escolhas, suas curas&lt;br /&gt;Seus jardins&lt;br /&gt;De que adianta a espera de alguém?&lt;br /&gt;O mundo todo reside&lt;br /&gt;Dentro, em mim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cada um pode com a força que tem&lt;br /&gt;Na leveza e na doçura&lt;br /&gt;De ser feliz.''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XbQGUlT6Flk&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/XbQGUlT6Flk&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;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3317960743666207028-182466997842011852?l=sarookas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarookas.blogspot.com/feeds/182466997842011852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3317960743666207028&amp;postID=182466997842011852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317960743666207028/posts/default/182466997842011852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317960743666207028/posts/default/182466997842011852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarookas.blogspot.com/2009/05/onde-ir.html' title='onde ir'/><author><name>some girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01582273702015455407</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/_q9ZqJObH7RA/Sh6o5SAEeuI/AAAAAAAAALE/Nz4MlVMP8Jc/s72-c/SP_A0859.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317960743666207028.post-3068353614692802875</id><published>2009-05-23T12:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T12:23:21.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>com um brilhozinho nos olhos...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aMKHMcS7X3g&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/aMKHMcS7X3g&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;''é que hoje fiz um amigo e coisa mais preciosa no mundo não há...''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;não ha mesmo!!! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3317960743666207028-3068353614692802875?l=sarookas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarookas.blogspot.com/feeds/3068353614692802875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3317960743666207028&amp;postID=3068353614692802875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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traduzida da nossa vida... os irmãos o texto original...''&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3317960743666207028-736404277294666675?l=sarookas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarookas.blogspot.com/feeds/736404277294666675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3317960743666207028&amp;postID=736404277294666675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317960743666207028/posts/default/736404277294666675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317960743666207028/posts/default/736404277294666675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarookas.blogspot.com/2009/05/ouro.html' title='ouro*'/><author><name>some girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01582273702015455407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317960743666207028.post-3978384176412587729</id><published>2009-05-17T18:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T08:03:02.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1 dia em Madrid  - 17.5.09</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q9ZqJObH7RA/ShC93OAu1qI/AAAAAAAAAK8/nnEUGU0ypzY/s1600-h/P5150570.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q9ZqJObH7RA/ShC93OAu1qI/AAAAAAAAAK8/nnEUGU0ypzY/s200/P5150570.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336974314785658530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a 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10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q9ZqJObH7RA/ShC9Vb2MkjI/AAAAAAAAAKk/EmBSnlOiVB4/s200/P5150528.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336973734384013874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q9ZqJObH7RA/ShC8-WTs_hI/AAAAAAAAAKc/ySUleKtBQcg/s1600-h/P5150524.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q9ZqJObH7RA/ShC8-WTs_hI/AAAAAAAAAKc/ySUleKtBQcg/s200/P5150524.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336973337760169490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q9ZqJObH7RA/ShC8yXoeD1I/AAAAAAAAAKU/31t2hCbQn20/s1600-h/P5150521.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q9ZqJObH7RA/ShC8yXoeD1I/AAAAAAAAAKU/31t2hCbQn20/s200/P5150521.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336973131957276498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q9ZqJObH7RA/ShC8nYIMcJI/AAAAAAAAAKM/T39Zv2S1fD8/s1600-h/P5150519.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q9ZqJObH7RA/ShC8nYIMcJI/AAAAAAAAAKM/T39Zv2S1fD8/s200/P5150519.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336972943111778450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pois é loucuras destas são bem saudáveis... para ir ver o primeiro jogo dos playoffs da ACB entre o Real Madrid e o Joventud lá fui eu a Madrid um dia, alone, mas valeu vem a pena.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheguei por volta das 9 da manha, mal informada pelo site do Real Madrid fui parar ao estadio Santiago Barnabeu, onde um simpático jovem me explicou que o Pavilhão de Vista Alegre, do Baloncesto, estava quase no outro lado da cidade lol Lá fui eu fazer reconhecimento do local.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheguei, vi onde era, arranjei um mapa de madrid e fui visitar um parque enorme que havia lá perto... bem era uma coisa mesmo grandiosa, um parque enorme, com um grande lago com um monumento no meio, barzinhos, musica ao vivo, artistas de rua, jardim botanico, parques para miudos, etc etc aproveitei para almoçar por lá e no fim não consegui resistir a fazer o que muita gente estava a fazer, a verdadeira sesta. Souberam-me pela vida aquelas duas horinhas deitada na relva. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voltei para o pavilhão mas desta vez fiz a maior parte do percurso a pé para aproveitar para ver melhor mais alguns monumentos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheguei de novo ao pavilhão de vista alegre no momento exacto que os jogadores do DKV Joventud estavam a chegar... só o pude ver no autocarro, mas lá estava ele, encostado à janela, o magnifico Ricky Rubio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fui trocar o bilhete e esperei pela abertura das portas; entretanto conheci dois tugas que também iam ver o jogo, a Ana e o Frederico. As portas abriram e lá entramos nos, iamos para areas diferentes mas combinamos encontrar-nos à saida. De novo a mesma sensação a entrar no recinto, Fantastico, Ve-los ali todos, ao vivo e a cores ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O jogo lá começou, o Real um bocado melhor, mas o Ricky a partir tudo.´.. Infelizmente lesiona-se no inicio do segundo periodo... que azar!!!! a partir daí ´só deu Real Madrid... infelizmente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cá fora, encontrei-me com os Tugas, viemos esperar pelos jogadores mas eles saiam de dentro do recinto já no autocarro. No meio disto tudo e por causa da lesão dele, conheci a mãe do Ricky, quando ela estava a falar com o fisioterapeuta, que estava mesmo ao meu lado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele saiu no carro com o medico mas mesmo assim não foi possivel pedir-lhe um autografo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fui jantar com a Ana e o Frederico antes de ir para o aeroporto secar bastantes horas... só tinha voo as 6 da manha!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mesmo assim lá se passou bem e voltava, sem duvida, a fazer o mesmo! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3317960743666207028-3978384176412587729?l=sarookas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarookas.blogspot.com/feeds/3978384176412587729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3317960743666207028&amp;postID=3978384176412587729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317960743666207028/posts/default/3978384176412587729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317960743666207028/posts/default/3978384176412587729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarookas.blogspot.com/2009/05/1-dia-em-madrid-17509.html' title='1 dia em Madrid  - 17.5.09'/><author><name>some girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01582273702015455407</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/_q9ZqJObH7RA/ShC93OAu1qI/AAAAAAAAAK8/nnEUGU0ypzY/s72-c/P5150570.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317960743666207028.post-2668426075919201945</id><published>2009-05-13T10:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T10:23:51.272-07:00</updated><title type='text'>obrigada por teres estado sempre lá =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q9ZqJObH7RA/SgsCFsPoIlI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/vxW8DGv4IyY/s1600-h/P4290200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q9ZqJObH7RA/SgsCFsPoIlI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/vxW8DGv4IyY/s400/P4290200.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335360480349790802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;após os nossos dias fantasticos em Barcelona tivemos um acontecimento muito mau mesmo á chegada a Barcelos... 4 dias fantásticos em Barcelona, uma noite na queima do Porto espectacular... que poderia ter ficado manchada por um (pequeno) grave acidente... apesar de termos sido também umas vitimas, por estarmos no lugar errado, á hora errada, foi uma coisa que certament nos marcou na alma, nos fez sofrer... ''a vida é de equilibrios... depois de coisas tão boas que vivemos estes ultimos dias tinha de vir um mesmo muito má para equilibrar''... apesar disso, e de o estarmos a ultraopassar... nunca me vou esquecer que te tive ao meu lado nesses maus momentos, como em todos os bons anteriores... esse dia vai ser para esquecer... mas os outros nada nem ninguém nos pode tirar... Obrigada por estares lá, comigo, nos bons e nos maus momentos =) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guigas (L)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3317960743666207028-2668426075919201945?l=sarookas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarookas.blogspot.com/feeds/2668426075919201945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3317960743666207028&amp;postID=2668426075919201945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317960743666207028/posts/default/2668426075919201945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317960743666207028/posts/default/2668426075919201945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarookas.blogspot.com/2009/05/obrigada-por-teres-estado-sempre-la.html' title='obrigada por teres estado sempre lá =)'/><author><name>some girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01582273702015455407</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/_q9ZqJObH7RA/SgsCFsPoIlI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/vxW8DGv4IyY/s72-c/P4290200.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317960743666207028.post-7648749640732675015</id><published>2009-05-10T07:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T07:20:37.578-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Queima do Porto 09 - Sabado</title><content type='html'>Acabadinhas de aterrar no Porto directas de Barcelona e fomos para onde?? Queima do Porto, ao primeiro dia. Estava toda rota e pensei que não ia aguentar de cansaço mas a verdade é que mal entrei no recinto fiquei com as energias renovadas. Aquele queima é mitica! Bebemos os shots nas barracas que tinhamos de beber: shot Ze Pedro na barraca de Biologia, shot Flower Power na Barraca da ESTSP, shot na barraca do Icbas, Shot na barraca da FEUP (Pedro),e  mais alguns. Estive com a Raquel e a Fi (foi tão bom). Tão queridas!&lt;br /&gt;Noite animada sem duvida até ao queimodromo fechar como sempre foi lá. Ainda ouvimos David Fonseca ao longe... para variar!&lt;br /&gt;Valeu a pena.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3317960743666207028-7648749640732675015?l=sarookas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarookas.blogspot.com/feeds/7648749640732675015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3317960743666207028&amp;postID=7648749640732675015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317960743666207028/posts/default/7648749640732675015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317960743666207028/posts/default/7648749640732675015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarookas.blogspot.com/2009/05/queima-do-porto-09-sabado.html' title='Queima do Porto 09 - Sabado'/><author><name>some girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01582273702015455407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317960743666207028.post-3043519356330735308</id><published>2009-05-09T14:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T15:08:49.252-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Barcelona dia 4</title><content type='html'>Voltámos a acordar bem cedo, deixámos malas todas prontas e fomos em direccção ao MNAC para ainda o poder ver de manha... e ainda bem que fomos cedo porque realmente tem muito que se veja, muito que andar. Quatro salas distintas com arte gotica, modernista, renascentista e romana ainda mais duas exposições temporarias. Passamos lá o resto da manhã.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saímos de lá e estava na hora do almoço por isso fomos almoçar em plenas ramblas: paella, tapas e sangria para nos despedirmos em grande. Ainda fomos fazer umas ultimas compras, Á decathlon (andamos perdidas no Bairro Gotico), e ao Mercat de la Boqueria (queijos, chouriços e presusnto); voltámos para o hostel, fizemos grande parte do caminho a pé para podermos caminhar pela ultima vez pela carrer de Corsega e passar à frente da nossa Churreria =).&lt;br /&gt;Deixamos a chave e trouxemos as malas... simples! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fomos para a estacion de sants para apanhar o comboio para ao aeroporto de prat... chegamos a este com 3 horas de antecedencia lol enfim... só nos restava esperar; antes de fazermos o check-in tivemos todas aterradas num banco... depois mal o fizemos e entramos na area de embarque fomos dar uma volta pelas lojinhas e sentamo-nos para comer qualquer coisa. Quando nos decidimos a ir para a porta de embarquer não sei como mas eu olhei para o bilhete e vi 28. La fomos nos para a porta 28... Surpresa, não estava lá ninguem... ''Também ainda é cedo dizia eu...'' e lá esperamos. O tempo ia passando e continuava sem aparecer ninguem... felizmente a Guigas pegou no bilhete e leu porta de embarque nr.38. de rir. Lá fomos nos a correr para lá, tinham acabado de chamar a primeira ve =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o voo decorreu com a maior das tranquilidades, tivemos uma vista previligiada sobre Barcelona... tao linda...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O sentimento que ambas tivemos desta viagem foi de que não estavamos tristes por estarmos a ir embora... não ficou a sensação ''não quero ir embora, mas sim quero voltar!'' Valeu, em tudo a pena! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3317960743666207028-3043519356330735308?l=sarookas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarookas.blogspot.com/feeds/3043519356330735308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3317960743666207028&amp;postID=3043519356330735308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317960743666207028/posts/default/3043519356330735308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317960743666207028/posts/default/3043519356330735308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarookas.blogspot.com/2009/05/barcelona-dia-4.html' title='Barcelona dia 4'/><author><name>some girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01582273702015455407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317960743666207028.post-4625951923424092878</id><published>2009-05-08T07:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T07:43:23.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Barcelona dia 3</title><content type='html'>Ao acordar ficaámos logo preocupadas porque chovia certinho... como tinhamos resrevado esta manhã para museus também não nos preocupámos muito. Sequimos de autocarro ate a calle margarita e depis siga subir o monte a pé lol até a fundação Joan Miro... tivemos tambem a ver a zona de onde se apanham os funiculares e a ver a vista desde lá de cima. Fomos para a Fundação Joan Miró... valeu a pena, quadros, esculturas etc muito bonitas; saímos e já ficámos mais animadas porque a chuva já tinha parado.. seguidos a pé ate ao MNAC... claro que com a nossa sorte aquele era dia de fecho anual (1 de Maio) lol tivemos lá a apreciar a vista para a praça de Espanha, descemos a escadaria até á Praça e seguimos até Barceloneta para dar lá uma voltinha e almoçar na praia. O tempo tinha-se transformado completamente, a praia estava super convidativa e começavam a chegar pessoas para fazer praia. La almoçamos numa das esplanadas junto à praia. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois de almoço seguimos para a zona da Manzana de La discordia, as tres casas famosas (Leo Morera, Amatler e Batlo) seguidas com tres estilos completamente diferentes. A Amatló estava tapada para reparações, e a Batló estava com uma fila enorme... acabamos por optar não visitar esta (fica para uma proxima viagem =)); As proprias ruas eram dignas de se ver, os candeeiros, os predios, as montras da Mango expostas em pequenas cabines no meio das ruas.&lt;br /&gt;Seguimos para a La Pedrera - Casa Mila d Gaudi, a casa que é considerada não ter uma unica linha direita... é sem duvida fora do vulgar. A primeira parte da visita consiste em visitar o sotão onde podemos ver maquetes das obras de gaudi, explicações sobre a sua inspiração na natureza e como o transpõe para as suas obras... Depois seguimos para o telhado, ''ondulado'' e cheio de arte também onde podemos ter outra vita para a cidade; de lá passamos para o apartamento, completamente mobilado por gaudi, feito de maneira a todos os compartimentos da casa possuirem luz natural. Fantastico;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saímos da casa Mila e como ainda tinhamos muito tempo fomos descansar um bocado e lanchar a uma cafetaria toda XPTO lá perto... Forças restabelecidas seguimos para o Parque Guell de autocarro... durante a viagem começou a chover, mas um chuveiro valente... assustamo-nos logo mas começámos a vrincar com a situação: ''Oh guigas manda aí uma msg ao s.pedro para parar de chover'' ''olha tira-lhe uma foto pode ser que ele goste da atenção!'' - a verdade é que resultou e mal chegamos ao parque guell a chuva tinha parado. O parque é lindissimo, tem uma area de caminhos com pedra, flores, arvores, tudo com a assinatura de Gaudi. A casa museu de gaudi contém mais mobilia, utensilios, etc que tinham sio usados por gaudi... do grande ''terraço'' com os bancos ondulantes temos uma vista magnifica para a cidade. Seguimos pelos corredores com os arcos, os pilares por baixo do terraço e a verdadeira entrada do parque guell onde pára a famosa salamandra no meio das escadas. Lá tiramos as fotos à turista, visitamos uma das casas da entrada e saimos do parque. Viemos a descer e a apreciar as pequenas ruas e casa à volta até chegarmos à paragem dos autocarros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Descemos até ao Bairro de Gracia, ainda vimos a casa Vicens e a Fuster (ambas de Gaudi), a plaça de la Virreina e a sua igreja e andamos as voltinhas pelas ruas do bairro. já era de jantar por isso escolhemos um restaurante lá no bairro para o nosso ultimo jantar, que quisemos que fosse de tapas... não podiamos ter escolhido melhor, comemos variadas tapas, tudo muito bom, bebemos uma sangria optima e que nos trepou como uma coisa maluca. Na hora de nos levantarmos já so nos riamos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fomos a pé para casa, só nos riamos, encontramos um sinal todo manhoso que nos fez pensar muito sobre o que aquilo seria enão chegamos a nenhuma conclusao concreta, encontramos um mercado mt famoso la naquela zona, estavamos prestes a chegar ao hostel e dix a guigas: ''ach que me esqueci do tlm no restaurante... '' confirmou mas tava com ela... chegamos ao hostel completamente perdidas de riso... e foi aí que a guigas se apercebeu que se tinha esquecido era da camisola do F. Torres que tinha comprado para o Chico. ''Bem, ainda não fizemo os km todos hj por isso vamos la busca-la...'' e lá fomos perdidas de riso... à vinda fizemos exacatamente o mesmo percurso, achamos nós, mas fomos ter a um sitio diferente lol... aproveitamos e fomo novamente `a nossa loja de churros favorita lol onde estava novamente o nosso amigo a atender; foi uma boa vista antes de nos deitar-mos. Chegamos ao hostel e desta vez não faltava nada, so mesmo que parassemos de rir... o que não foi dificil porque estavamos todas rotas e aterramos mal caimos na cama =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3317960743666207028-4625951923424092878?l=sarookas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarookas.blogspot.com/feeds/4625951923424092878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3317960743666207028&amp;postID=4625951923424092878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317960743666207028/posts/default/4625951923424092878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317960743666207028/posts/default/4625951923424092878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarookas.blogspot.com/2009/05/barcelona-dia-3.html' title='Barcelona dia 3'/><author><name>some girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01582273702015455407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317960743666207028.post-934192262562385413</id><published>2009-05-07T13:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T13:54:00.307-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Barcelona dia 2</title><content type='html'>Depois de uma noite ''atribulada'' que não consigo explicar conseguimos por-nos a pé as 8h da manha para aproveitarmos bem o dia. &lt;br /&gt;Começámos pelo Museu Marítimo: sem duvida fantastico, interessante e fascinante... dava para passar um dia lá na boa... Cartas de navegação, instrumentos recolhidos de navios, replicas de embarcações, etc etc... derretemo-nos todas com as actividades que eles faziam com os putos das excursões: ''tu vas a ser el capitan Barba Negra'' enquanto lhes punham um lenço de pirata e levavam os miudos á loucura... foram quase duas horas lá dentro que pareceu meia... juntamente com a entrada tivemos direito a visitar um veleiro (que naquela hora tinha ido dar uma volta e não estava no Porto - Stª Eulália) e subir ao Miradouro do Monument de Colom (que também tivemos de voltar depois do almoço); &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dalí fomos dar a volta pela marina até á entrada do Aquarium... a Guigas lá conseguiu cravar entradas mais baratas para ambas por trabalhar no Oceanário. O Aquarium de Barcelona deixou um bocado a desejar tanto a mim, como ainda mais à Guigas... não tinha nada de especial, tirando o Nautilo e outras especies que a Guigas falou que são raras, mas ficou a visita feita. Acabamos por almoçar lá pela marina à beira do grande complexo constituido pelo Aquarium + IMAX (cinemas) + Maremagnum (shoping)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois de almoçar fomos então até ao Miradoiro de Colom, apesar da vista estar um bocado tapada com as protecções ava para ver certos pontos interessantes da cidade, a Sagrada Familia, a Catedral, o Parque Guell, Tibidabo, Montjuic.... valeu por isso!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seguimos caminho pela Marina e pela passeio maritimo até irmos para a zona do Museu Picasso... antes ainda vimos a Basilica de Stª Maria del Mar (muito bonita) e lá entramos no Museu Picasso... infelizmente, alguns dos quadros mais conhecidos não estão expostos lá, mas vale sem duvida a pena ver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Após sairmos do museu fomos descansar uma horinha ao hostel até porque tinha de por a bateria da maquina fotografica a carregar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De lá fomos directas para a Sagrada Familia... é sem duvida magnifica a opunencia do edificio a surgir-nos e quando estamos de frente para ele. Gaudi era sem duvida um genio. Lá fomos um bocado xuladas porque pagamos 11€ para ver andaimes dentro da igreja, mas o museu que la tinha atras com as maquetes originais de Gaudi valeu a pena.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da sagrada Familia metemo-no no metro e lá fomos para o meu grande objectivo da viagem: ir a Badalona ver o jogo do DKV joventud... mal saimos da paragem de metro Gorg deparamo-nos com o palau olimpic de badalona e o magic badalona logo por tras... comecei a sentir a excitação a crescer dentro de mim... ainda vimos a equipa do CAI Zaragoça a chegar mas lá nos controlamos e fomos primeiro ao Magic Badalona fazer umas compras e jantar. Foi obrigatorio uma foto com a ''bola de basket'' exterior do shoping =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20:30 a hora da verdade, entrada no palau olimpic... mal deparei com o campo, os jogadores e tu aquilo em baixo de mim foi uma sensação tao unica que naquele momento não conseguia pensar direito... la encontramos o caminho para os nossos lugares, mesmo atras do banco do Cai Zaragoça e aí parei por um segundo... havia meses que andava a ver aqueles jogos, aquele pavilhão, aqueles jogadores pela net e agora era real, eu estava mesmo a viver tudo aquilo em directo... foi sem duvida magico... e ver o Ricky Rubio, o meu novo grande idolo foi igualmente unico... ao vivo ainda tem mais cara de puto, é mais alto, mais magro, uns braços larguissimos, e só mesmo assistindo ao vido é que podemos ter uma noção do talento do jovem... gostei também da equipa toda... acabei por ir ao longo deste tempo todo ganhando um carinho por todos e foi em todos os aspectos incrivel estar ali ao vivo, a poucos metros do Ricky e de todos. O jogo decorreu muito bem, o DKV ganhou e lá saimos... ainda tentamos apanhar os jogadores cá fora mas só tivemos sorte com o Pau Ribas e o Pere Tomás... mas já n foi mau... apesar da tristeza incial lá voltamos para Barcelona super contentes, e eu não cabia em mim de emoção e de realidade... aquilo ainda parecia irreal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De volta a Barcelona fomo-nos encontrar com o Dani e a Cristina á estação de Sants... eles levaram-nos a dar uma volta por uma zona mais academica de Barcelona, com mais bares de estudantes, residencias, etc... ainda tentamos ir a um mas estava mt mt cheio... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;já era tarde e eu e a guigas estavamos estouradas, e queriamos descansar para aproveitar ao maximo o dia seguinte; fomos a pé pela diagonal ate a carrer de Corsega (''olha aquela casa ali... de certeza que é famosa'' - era a casa Fuster de Gaudi lol'')  na carrer de corsega reparamos numa churreria que estava aberta e entramos pa comer qualquer coisa, bendita hora pois o jovem que estava a atender era sem duvida muito guapo... lol mais regaladas da barriga e dos olhos lá chegamos ao hostel... estouradas e eu ainda com as emoções ao rubro... parecia ainda incrivel onde eu tinha estado horas antes... apesar disso desta vez custou muito menos a adormecer ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3317960743666207028-934192262562385413?l=sarookas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarookas.blogspot.com/feeds/934192262562385413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3317960743666207028&amp;postID=934192262562385413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317960743666207028/posts/default/934192262562385413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317960743666207028/posts/default/934192262562385413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarookas.blogspot.com/2009/05/barcelona-dia-2.html' title='Barcelona dia 2'/><author><name>some girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01582273702015455407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317960743666207028.post-3518208812408189877</id><published>2009-05-06T15:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T16:11:06.841-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Barcelona dia 1</title><content type='html'>Chegamos a Barcelona à estacion del nord vindas de Girona snsivelmente as 14h da tarde... ate chegar ao hostel foi mais meia horinha... o metro em Barcelona é das poucas coisas que deixam um bocado a desejar, muito complicado, sem rampas, escadas rolantes, (o que n´s tivemos de fazer para andar a carregar a mala) mas lá chegámos ao hostel. Uma coisa pequena, mas acolhedora e que servia perfeitamente para nós as duas. Deixamos malas e lá partimos para a Praça da la Catalunia. A partir daí começamos a descer as Ramblas... logo a primeira impressão, uma rua cheia de vida, de pessoas, de coisas para ver: inumeras bancas a vender jornais, recordações, animais, artistas de rua, imenso para ver; e se olhávamos bem atentas paras os predios podiamos descobrir aqui ou acolá um bem interessante. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fizemos um pequeno desvio para o Raval e lá começamos a nossa excursão pelos museus no MACBA (só tinha um dos pisos a funcionar - de quatro) que continha a exposição permanente com maquetes, documentos, fotos antigas de Barcelona, a historia do casamento entre  a estatua de Cristovao Colombo e a estatua da Liberdade LOL etc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De lá fomos irectamente para o CCCB onde havia uma exposição sobre fotografia. Muito interessante também.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nesta zona do Raval podemos constatar que era uma zona de estudantes, andavam muitos a aproveitar o bom tempo e as esplanadas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voltamos para as Ramblas e continuamos a descer, as bancas de de animais iam-se transformando em bancas de flores e apareciam artistas de rua... paragem obrigatoria no Mercat de la Boqueria... uma perdição todas aquelas bancas de doces, frutas, carnes, charcutaria, peixes, as tasquinhas lá no meio...etc... saimos de la cada uma com um suminho natural na mao e volta a descer as ramblas... para todo o lado que olhavamos havia sempre algo para ver. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viramos em direcção ao Bairro Gotico e deparamo.nos com imensas ruiinhas cheias de lojas ate à Plaça St Jaume onde tem o Ayuntamento... de lá seguimos para a Catedral de Barcelona. Uma pena estar com a fachada tapada por causa de obras, mas sem duvida que é muito bonita... por dentro igual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainda andamos a dar mais umas voltinhas pelo Bairro Gotico e lá voltamos outra vez para as Ramblas onde as descemos até ao Monument a Colom (=o noivo); Bonita toda aquela zona da marina, o final das ramblas, só pessoal, a passagem do dia para a noite. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Escolhemos um restaurante para jantar nas Ramblas. Uma maravilhosa paella e uma oprima sangria foram o nosso primeiro jantar em Barcelona... muito muito bom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satisfeitas apanhamos um bus nocturno até à Av. Diagonal (''olha, aquilo não é a Casa mila?'' - era!!) e aí seguimos pela carrer de Corsega até à rua do nosso hostel. Completamente estouradas mas contentes porque tinhamos conseguido fazer nesse dia mais do que aquilo que esperavamos... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a primeira impressão de Barcelona sem duvida muito boa =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3317960743666207028-3518208812408189877?l=sarookas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarookas.blogspot.com/feeds/3518208812408189877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3317960743666207028&amp;postID=3518208812408189877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317960743666207028/posts/default/3518208812408189877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317960743666207028/posts/default/3518208812408189877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarookas.blogspot.com/2009/05/barcelona-dia-1.html' title='Barcelona dia 1'/><author><name>some girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01582273702015455407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317960743666207028.post-7851069359080944324</id><published>2009-05-05T16:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T16:37:58.925-07:00</updated><title type='text'>@ Palau Olimpic de Badalona - DKV Joventud x Cai Zaragoça</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q9ZqJObH7RA/SgDNwUO6xUI/AAAAAAAAAJs/V9foPiVHguo/s1600-h/P4290262.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q9ZqJObH7RA/SgDNwUO6xUI/AAAAAAAAAJs/V9foPiVHguo/s320/P4290262.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332488188755363138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q9ZqJObH7RA/SgDNJpGI08I/AAAAAAAAAJk/YB_O3Irobcc/s1600-h/P4290260.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q9ZqJObH7RA/SgDNJpGI08I/AAAAAAAAAJk/YB_O3Irobcc/s320/P4290260.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332487524340782018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q9ZqJObH7RA/SgDM-Kkb-TI/AAAAAAAAAJc/QMCPGruJXXc/s1600-h/P4290252.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q9ZqJObH7RA/SgDM-Kkb-TI/AAAAAAAAAJc/QMCPGruJXXc/s320/P4290252.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332487327167805746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q9ZqJObH7RA/SgDMn4wj3XI/AAAAAAAAAJU/HMja55yN5-0/s1600-h/P4290244.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q9ZqJObH7RA/SgDMn4wj3XI/AAAAAAAAAJU/HMja55yN5-0/s320/P4290244.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332486944429694322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O grande motivo da viagem... assistir a um jogo do Joventud... foi magico. mal entrei no pavilhao nem parecia real... meses e meses a ver os jogos pela net e nakele momento estava mesmo ali... a ve-los ao vivo... ver o Ricky Rubio ao vivo foi sem duvida fantastico... ainda me pareceu mais magro, com mais cara de puto, com uns braços ainda maiores... mas mais magico, mais fascinante. ele e todos! o Jogo correu bem, o joventud ganhou, nos estavamos mesmo atras do banco do Cai e so nos riamos, tive o ricky e os outros a no maximo tres metros de mim...o tempo todo parecia k não estava ali realmente.... mas estava e valeu por tudo =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3317960743666207028-7851069359080944324?l=sarookas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarookas.blogspot.com/feeds/7851069359080944324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3317960743666207028&amp;postID=7851069359080944324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317960743666207028/posts/default/7851069359080944324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317960743666207028/posts/default/7851069359080944324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarookas.blogspot.com/2009/05/palau-olimpic-de-badalona-dkv-joventud.html' title='@ Palau Olimpic de Badalona - DKV Joventud x Cai Zaragoça'/><author><name>some girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01582273702015455407</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/_q9ZqJObH7RA/SgDNwUO6xUI/AAAAAAAAAJs/V9foPiVHguo/s72-c/P4290262.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317960743666207028.post-8615293767007858615</id><published>2009-05-04T14:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T15:04:43.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Barcelona Ciutat de Somni</title><content type='html'>Quase recém-chegada de Barcelona, uma cidade de sonho... acho que poderia fazer um blog inteiramente dedicado a esta cidade... tanto que vi e tanto que ficou para ver! já tenho saudades e vontade de la voltar outra vez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ramblas, MNAC, CCCB, Barrio Gotico, Catedral, Museu Maritimo, Aquarium, Monumento a Colom, Museu Picasso, Basilica St. Maria del Mar, Sagrada Familia, Badalona - Magic Badalona e JOgo DKV Joventut x Cai Zaragoça, fundação joan miro, praça de espanha, barceloneta, manzana de la discordia, La Pedrera, Parque Guell, Barrio de Gracia, MACBA, ramblas... e mt mt mt mais... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e ainda assim, tanto que ficou para ver!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 dias intensos e inesqueciveis =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3317960743666207028-8615293767007858615?l=sarookas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317960743666207028.post-754166098668574542</id><published>2009-04-22T16:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T16:29:12.237-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1º dia de praia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q9ZqJObH7RA/Se-oLXUbRjI/AAAAAAAAAJM/0ukDhxc2xf0/s1600-h/P4210185.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q9ZqJObH7RA/Se-oLXUbRjI/AAAAAAAAAJM/0ukDhxc2xf0/s320/P4210185.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327661797394302514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q9ZqJObH7RA/Se-nwMVJKqI/AAAAAAAAAJE/p4TTisDrF6o/s1600-h/P4210196.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q9ZqJObH7RA/Se-nwMVJKqI/AAAAAAAAAJE/p4TTisDrF6o/s320/P4210196.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327661330588052130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q9ZqJObH7RA/Se-nGHiE3dI/AAAAAAAAAI8/C5OvIC5v62A/s1600-h/P4210192.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 286px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q9ZqJObH7RA/Se-nGHiE3dI/AAAAAAAAAI8/C5OvIC5v62A/s320/P4210192.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327660607745613266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@ PVZ claro... já deu para uma corzinha, já deu para matar saudades, já deu para sentir bem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e terminar com uma sessão destas ao por-do-sol =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3317960743666207028-754166098668574542?l=sarookas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarookas.blogspot.com/feeds/754166098668574542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3317960743666207028&amp;postID=754166098668574542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317960743666207028/posts/default/754166098668574542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317960743666207028/posts/default/754166098668574542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarookas.blogspot.com/2009/04/1-dia-de-praia.html' title='1º dia de praia'/><author><name>some girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01582273702015455407</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/_q9ZqJObH7RA/Se-oLXUbRjI/AAAAAAAAAJM/0ukDhxc2xf0/s72-c/P4210185.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317960743666207028.post-4692154187940093862</id><published>2009-04-21T14:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T14:21:37.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fantastico</title><content type='html'>hoje, no decorrer do Encontro de Intervenção Precoce, subordinado ao tema Paralisia Cerebral, organizado pela APACI em Barcelos, vi uma das coisas mais fantasticas da minha vida... uma menina, a Daniela, diagnosticada com Paralisia Cerebral grave desde que nasceu,aparenta ser uma das muitas crianças que sofre deste mal e passa o resto da vida numa cadeira de rodas, aparentemente alheada de tudo o que a rodeia, sem total controlo do seu corpo... pois hoje, mostrou-nos, que com o fantastico trabalho dos pais, dos professores e de todos os terapeutas que a acompanham, consegue não só comunicar utilizando o alfabeto corrente, como construir frases, manter uma conversa e perceber aquilo que lhe dizemos. Foi extraordinario ve-la ali a comunircar connosco. Ou seja, estas crianças sentem, percebem, interagem com o mundo e com o que as rodeia... a chamada neuroplasticidade do cerebro realmente existe, estas crianças realmente podem ser estimuladas e têm capacidades para aproveitar. Foi Incrivel =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3317960743666207028-4692154187940093862?l=sarookas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarookas.blogspot.com/feeds/4692154187940093862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3317960743666207028&amp;postID=4692154187940093862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317960743666207028/posts/default/4692154187940093862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317960743666207028/posts/default/4692154187940093862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarookas.blogspot.com/2009/04/fantastico.html' title='fantastico'/><author><name>some girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01582273702015455407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317960743666207028.post-7750020829167315535</id><published>2009-04-17T18:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T18:06:31.104-07:00</updated><title type='text'>badalona-barcelinhos</title><content type='html'>''-badalona?'' (rica)&lt;br /&gt;''- badalona é ao lado de barcelona... tas a ver barcelinhos? badalona é a barcelinhos de Barcelona...'' (sara)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so faltam 11 dias =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3317960743666207028-7750020829167315535?l=sarookas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarookas.blogspot.com/feeds/7750020829167315535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3317960743666207028&amp;postID=7750020829167315535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317960743666207028/posts/default/7750020829167315535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317960743666207028/posts/default/7750020829167315535'/><link rel='alternate' 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mesmo mágicas =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3317960743666207028-2212550617818092351?l=sarookas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarookas.blogspot.com/feeds/2212550617818092351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3317960743666207028&amp;postID=2212550617818092351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317960743666207028/posts/default/2212550617818092351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317960743666207028/posts/default/2212550617818092351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarookas.blogspot.com/2009/04/silvia.html' title='Silvia'/><author><name>some girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01582273702015455407</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/_q9ZqJObH7RA/SeevRaKu3EI/AAAAAAAAAI0/7R__jIKhXqs/s72-c/IMG_1714.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317960743666207028.post-2875918617715494824</id><published>2009-04-16T15:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T15:18:23.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bilhete DKV x Cai Zaragoça</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q9ZqJObH7RA/Seeun0lRflI/AAAAAAAAAIs/aWdIUgTSreg/s1600-h/bilhetedkv.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 148px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q9ZqJObH7RA/Seeun0lRflI/AAAAAAAAAIs/aWdIUgTSreg/s320/bilhetedkv.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325417083542011474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje exactamente duas semanas antes de estarmos no pavilhão a assistir ao vivo a compra dos bilhetes =)&lt;br /&gt;Cada vez mais perto.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3317960743666207028-2875918617715494824?l=sarookas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarookas.blogspot.com/feeds/2875918617715494824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3317960743666207028&amp;postID=2875918617715494824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317960743666207028/posts/default/2875918617715494824'/><link 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pensar...</title><content type='html'>'...quando paramos para pensar se gostamos de uma pessoa é porque já a esquecemos...''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(in &lt;em&gt;A sombra do vento&lt;/em&gt;...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3317960743666207028-6115815160435953330?l=sarookas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarookas.blogspot.com/feeds/6115815160435953330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3317960743666207028&amp;postID=6115815160435953330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317960743666207028/posts/default/6115815160435953330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317960743666207028/posts/default/6115815160435953330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarookas.blogspot.com/2009/04/parar-para-pensar.html' title='parar para pensar...'/><author><name>some girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01582273702015455407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317960743666207028.post-9214173928282159710</id><published>2009-03-29T16:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T16:30:45.125-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Claudia 30.3.09</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q9ZqJObH7RA/SdAEhZbSJuI/AAAAAAAAAIk/SDERUdDFzTc/s1600-h/DSCF8296...jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 233px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q9ZqJObH7RA/SdAEhZbSJuI/AAAAAAAAAIk/SDERUdDFzTc/s320/DSCF8296...jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318756131732072162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parabens a uma grande amiga!=)*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3317960743666207028-9214173928282159710?l=sarookas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarookas.blogspot.com/feeds/9214173928282159710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3317960743666207028&amp;postID=9214173928282159710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317960743666207028/posts/default/9214173928282159710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317960743666207028/posts/default/9214173928282159710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarookas.blogspot.com/2009/03/claudia-30309.html' title='Claudia 30.3.09'/><author><name>some girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01582273702015455407</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/_q9ZqJObH7RA/SdAEhZbSJuI/AAAAAAAAAIk/SDERUdDFzTc/s72-c/DSCF8296...jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317960743666207028.post-6351854661470273107</id><published>2009-03-28T07:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T07:22:45.428-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What is love?</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/owY34aRiBNU&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/owY34aRiBNU&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;''love is play every game like it's your last!''&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3317960743666207028-6351854661470273107?l=sarookas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarookas.blogspot.com/feeds/6351854661470273107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317960743666207028.post-3745223185656258887</id><published>2009-03-23T07:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T07:59:59.091-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SlumDog Milionaire</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AIzbwV7on6Q&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/AIzbwV7on6Q&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grande Grande Filme!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3317960743666207028-3745223185656258887?l=sarookas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarookas.blogspot.com/feeds/3745223185656258887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3317960743666207028&amp;postID=3745223185656258887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317960743666207028/posts/default/3745223185656258887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317960743666207028/posts/default/3745223185656258887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarookas.blogspot.com/2009/03/slumdog-milionaire.html' title='SlumDog Milionaire'/><author><name>some girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01582273702015455407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317960743666207028.post-8139566394513026842</id><published>2009-03-15T12:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T13:32:49.392-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toque'/><title type='text'>Toque</title><content type='html'>Se sou o teu bebé, por favor toca-me.&lt;br /&gt;Preciso do teu toque de formas que nunca poderás entender.&lt;br /&gt;Não me laves e vistas e alimentes apenas&lt;br /&gt;Mas embala-me, beija a minha cara e acaricia o meu corpo.&lt;br /&gt;O suave toque da tua mão trasnmite-me segurança e amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se sou a tua criança, por favor toca-me&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo se te afasto ou te resisto.&lt;br /&gt;Persiste, encontra maneiras de conhecer as minhas necessidades.&lt;br /&gt;O teu abraço de boa noite adocica os meus sonhos&lt;br /&gt;O teu toque durante o dia diz-me o que sentes por mim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se sou o teu adolescente, por favor toca-me&lt;br /&gt;Não penses que por estar a crescer&lt;br /&gt;Eu não preciso de saber que tu ainda gostas de mim&lt;br /&gt;Eu preciso do teu abraço de amor,eu preciso da tua voz suave&lt;br /&gt;Quando o caminho se torna dificil, a criança que há em mim ainda precisa de ti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se sou o teu amigo, por favor toca-me&lt;br /&gt;Não há como um abraço caloroso, para me dizer que gostas de mim.&lt;br /&gt;Uma mão tranuilizante e amiga quando estou deprimido mostra-me que sou amado&lt;br /&gt;E assegura-me que não estou sozinho.&lt;br /&gt;O teu toque reconfortante pode ser o unico que eu recebo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se sou o teu parceiro sexual, por favor toca-me&lt;br /&gt;Podes pensar que a tua paixão seja suficiente&lt;br /&gt;Mas só teus abraços afastam os meus medos&lt;br /&gt;Preciso do teu toque suave e reconfortante&lt;br /&gt;Para me relembrar que sou amadao por ser como sou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se sou o teu filho crescido, por favor toca-me&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo tendo a minha propria familia para abraçar.&lt;br /&gt;Ainda preciso do abraço da mãe e do pai quando doi&lt;br /&gt;Como pai tenho uma visão diferente&lt;br /&gt;Eu aprecio-vos mais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se sou o teu pai idoso, por favor toca-me&lt;br /&gt;Da mesma forma que era tocado quando era criança&lt;br /&gt;Da-me a mão, senta-te perto de mim, dá-me força&lt;br /&gt;E aquece o meu corpo cansado com o teu aconchego&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo que a minha pele esteja enrugada e gasta,&lt;br /&gt;gosta de ser acariciada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Phyllis K.Davis]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3317960743666207028-8139566394513026842?l=sarookas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317960743666207028.post-3101749046982656736</id><published>2009-03-12T18:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T18:34:05.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>@ Barcelona in 29.4.09</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q9ZqJObH7RA/Sbm35rINoaI/AAAAAAAAAIc/-jao4kEb2HE/s1600-h/2343403107_dec8d17e3d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q9ZqJObH7RA/Sbm35rINoaI/AAAAAAAAAIc/-jao4kEb2HE/s320/2343403107_dec8d17e3d.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312479436917809570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q9ZqJObH7RA/Sbm30cijVcI/AAAAAAAAAIU/7g3g0h9yn_U/s1600-h/barcelona.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q9ZqJObH7RA/Sbm30cijVcI/AAAAAAAAAIU/7g3g0h9yn_U/s320/barcelona.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312479347102406082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;falta pouco mais de um mes para eu e a guigas irmos visitar a magnifica cidade e assistirmos ao vivo a um jogo do DKV joventud =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3317960743666207028-3101749046982656736?l=sarookas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarookas.blogspot.com/feeds/3101749046982656736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3317960743666207028&amp;postID=3101749046982656736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317960743666207028.post-5151929228363752704</id><published>2009-03-12T18:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T18:31:25.348-07:00</updated><title type='text'>simulações cap</title><content type='html'>de facto há que guardar algumas perolas que surgiram nas nossas simulações finais.&lt;br /&gt;Paulo trouxe-nos a simulação mais engraçada...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;para entrar a matar:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;''Tou sim, boa noite'' - so lhe faltava o ''daqui fala o paulo''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Apresenta-nos um video no qual ele aparece a tomar cafe sem parar e a puxar um carro LOL de rir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como se não bastasse, projecta uma morada ficticia no power point: Rua de Cima que Sobe a Rampa, Pais das Maravilhas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e isto tudo sem anestesia... lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3317960743666207028-5151929228363752704?l=sarookas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarookas.blogspot.com/feeds/5151929228363752704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3317960743666207028&amp;postID=5151929228363752704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317960743666207028/posts/default/5151929228363752704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317960743666207028/posts/default/5151929228363752704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarookas.blogspot.com/2009/03/simulacoes-cap.html' title='simulações cap'/><author><name>some girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01582273702015455407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317960743666207028.post-9188318207595099841</id><published>2009-03-12T17:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T18:24:59.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'>amores que já n se usam...</title><content type='html'>10.3.09...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;avò: ''... desde os 13 anos nunca e separou de mim... em tantos anos nunca esteve separado de mim.... foi desde sempre... ate que a morte nos separasse...''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Será que hoje em dia ainda há amores assim?? Entristeceu-me muito pensar que poderia nunca vir a saber o que é isso...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3317960743666207028-9188318207595099841?l=sarookas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarookas.blogspot.com/feeds/9188318207595099841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3317960743666207028&amp;postID=9188318207595099841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317960743666207028/posts/default/9188318207595099841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317960743666207028/posts/default/9188318207595099841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarookas.blogspot.com/2009/03/amores-que-ja-n-se-usam.html' title='amores que já n se usam...'/><author><name>some girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01582273702015455407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317960743666207028.post-2295341168013906618</id><published>2009-03-06T18:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T19:02:18.375-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guigas =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q9ZqJObH7RA/SbHjmqMnLcI/AAAAAAAAAIM/4FNh7_5vDbE/s1600-h/DSCF6248.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q9ZqJObH7RA/SbHjmqMnLcI/AAAAAAAAAIM/4FNh7_5vDbE/s320/DSCF6248.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310275688948248002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parabens, tu que já és outra vez da minha idade! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e obrigada,,, por nunca deixares ter morrido... =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3317960743666207028-2295341168013906618?l=sarookas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarookas.blogspot.com/feeds/2295341168013906618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3317960743666207028&amp;postID=2295341168013906618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317960743666207028/posts/default/2295341168013906618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317960743666207028/posts/default/2295341168013906618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarookas.blogspot.com/2009/03/guigas.html' title='Guigas =)'/><author><name>some girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01582273702015455407</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/_q9ZqJObH7RA/SbHjmqMnLcI/AAAAAAAAAIM/4FNh7_5vDbE/s72-c/DSCF6248.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317960743666207028.post-8454037817198573942</id><published>2009-03-06T18:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T18:59:25.135-08:00</updated><title type='text'>6.3.09</title><content type='html'>Haverá algo que pague uma mensagem:''... era para voces que estao la sempre para nós...'' (a.t.)??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haverá algo que pague a deslocação do nosso pessoal a outra cidade para nos apoiarem num jogo desta importancia??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nada =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3317960743666207028-8454037817198573942?l=sarookas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarookas.blogspot.com/feeds/8454037817198573942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3317960743666207028&amp;postID=8454037817198573942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317960743666207028/posts/default/8454037817198573942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317960743666207028/posts/default/8454037817198573942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarookas.blogspot.com/2009/03/6309.html' title='6.3.09'/><author><name>some girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01582273702015455407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317960743666207028.post-2283447354051216029</id><published>2009-03-04T19:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T19:25:58.138-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2.3.09</title><content type='html'>Guigas * Catia * Joana * Sara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@Volta dos tristes - Barcelos! Quanto tempo desde a ultima vez?? Este dia como sempre...qualquer coisa de magico!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lembram-se da profecia??? Oo será que se realiza??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3317960743666207028-2283447354051216029?l=sarookas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarookas.blogspot.com/feeds/2283447354051216029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3317960743666207028&amp;postID=2283447354051216029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317960743666207028/posts/default/2283447354051216029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317960743666207028/posts/default/2283447354051216029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarookas.blogspot.com/2009/03/2309.html' title='2.3.09'/><author><name>some girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01582273702015455407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317960743666207028.post-8296185848949943457</id><published>2009-03-01T06:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T06:38:07.407-08:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>Para quê percorreres o ceu inteiro à procura da tua estrela?? Põe-na lá!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3317960743666207028-8296185848949943457?l=sarookas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarookas.blogspot.com/feeds/8296185848949943457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3317960743666207028&amp;postID=8296185848949943457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317960743666207028/posts/default/8296185848949943457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317960743666207028/posts/default/8296185848949943457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarookas.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>some girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01582273702015455407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317960743666207028.post-3505275585241596891</id><published>2009-02-26T16:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T16:18:39.286-08:00</updated><title type='text'>25.2.09 - Um quarto de seculo =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q9ZqJObH7RA/SacxSsQKWmI/AAAAAAAAAIE/BeEaKea1v14/s1600-h/P2250056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q9ZqJObH7RA/SacxSsQKWmI/AAAAAAAAAIE/BeEaKea1v14/s200/P2250056.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307264883065772642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q9ZqJObH7RA/Sacw8iWfCSI/AAAAAAAAAH8/duRmD2_yGcg/s1600-h/P2250061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q9ZqJObH7RA/Sacw8iWfCSI/AAAAAAAAAH8/duRmD2_yGcg/s200/P2250061.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307264502450817314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q9ZqJObH7RA/SacwyjTafvI/AAAAAAAAAH0/vq9gIhMxQSU/s1600-h/P2250025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q9ZqJObH7RA/SacwyjTafvI/AAAAAAAAAH0/vq9gIhMxQSU/s200/P2250025.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307264330907680498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q9ZqJObH7RA/Sacwb612wtI/AAAAAAAAAHs/WkARSPojhQ4/s1600-h/P2250010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q9ZqJObH7RA/Sacwb612wtI/AAAAAAAAAHs/WkARSPojhQ4/s200/P2250010.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307263942089163474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais um aniversario que passou e um ano mais velha... lol a idade começa a pesar... ou entao não, sempre acreditei qe isso so dependia do nosso espirito e cá estou, mais jovem que nunca =) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no dia 24 fiz o jantar com a minha familia, é smepre bom reunirmo.nos...=) a meia noite cantar os parabens... não ligo nada a isso, mas a minha mãe sim... e tambem não custa nada...=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dia 25, depois da formação tinhamos jantar outra vez em casa da Catarina... desta vez o Rui coznhou, eu e a Carla tratamos da sangria, o carlos do cafe (e tambem trouxe natas) o paulo um pao-de-lo (delicioso) e o filipe trouxe-me um surpresa espectacular... um bolo de aniversasrio em forma de bola de basket.. lindo mesmo! de repente apagam tds as luzes, e começam a cantar... foi optimo... tao bom ver como em pessoas que conheço à pouco já há assim alguns laços de carinho=) foi pagode ate todos irmos embora (so eu e a carla e que não nos levantavamos cedo lol) e nós fomos para os bares da U.M. encontrarmo-nos com o pintas, juka, clarinha, howt, catarina, julinha... os meus ''manos'' tao bom os abraços, os beijinhos, os sorrisos, as fotos, aqueles sentimentos=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;para não variar, a noite acabou no sardinha =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3317960743666207028-3505275585241596891?l=sarookas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarookas.blogspot.com/feeds/3505275585241596891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317960743666207028.post-3213922618677602367</id><published>2009-02-26T09:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T09:36:31.024-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Carnaval</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q9ZqJObH7RA/SabSz0W-ULI/AAAAAAAAAHk/c1XAhfYiRnM/s1600-h/P2230020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q9ZqJObH7RA/SabSz0W-ULI/AAAAAAAAAHk/c1XAhfYiRnM/s320/P2230020.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307160998572871858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mais um ano a partir tudo... desta vez houve um gostinho especial... consegui lever o rika, valter e emani até a pvl... e que de rir que foi... o rika vestido de surfista, o emani de ''chinesa'' e o valter de colegial... partiram tudo... mais um ano: forró! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;''today is the day that you'll always remember as the day that you almost get Captain Jack Sparrow''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3317960743666207028-3213922618677602367?l=sarookas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarookas.blogspot.com/feeds/3213922618677602367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3317960743666207028&amp;postID=3213922618677602367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317960743666207028/posts/default/3213922618677602367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317960743666207028/posts/default/3213922618677602367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=1&amp;ek=uDEppq0QUp" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/153/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=2&amp;ek=uDEppq0QUp" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/154/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=3&amp;ek=uDEppq0QUp" rel="nofollow" &gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/155/10/uDEppq0QUp/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/people/7Fd6LcE/music/Xffoil-K/03_superwomanmp3/"&gt;03 - Superwoman.mp3 - &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As vezes precisamos né??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3317960743666207028-4321684314607485858?l=sarookas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarookas.blogspot.com/feeds/4321684314607485858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3317960743666207028&amp;postID=4321684314607485858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317960743666207028/posts/default/4321684314607485858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317960743666207028/posts/default/4321684314607485858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarookas.blogspot.com/2009/02/superwoman.html' title='Superwoman'/><author><name>some girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01582273702015455407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317960743666207028.post-981856470859332605</id><published>2009-02-18T10:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T10:12:03.209-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ricky'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rubio'/><title type='text'>Ricky Rubio</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q9ZqJObH7RA/SZxOyYydIuI/AAAAAAAAAHc/ZybfzWpMzhk/s1600-h/Ricky_Rubio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 233px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q9ZqJObH7RA/SZxOyYydIuI/AAAAAAAAAHc/ZybfzWpMzhk/s320/Ricky_Rubio.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304201088690103010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pelo segundo ano consecutivo, eleito melhor jogador jovem europeio!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sem duvida ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3317960743666207028-981856470859332605?l=sarookas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarookas.blogspot.com/feeds/981856470859332605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3317960743666207028&amp;postID=981856470859332605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317960743666207028/posts/default/981856470859332605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317960743666207028/posts/default/981856470859332605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarookas.blogspot.com/2009/02/ricky-rubio.html' title='Ricky Rubio'/><author><name>some girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01582273702015455407</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/_q9ZqJObH7RA/SZxOyYydIuI/AAAAAAAAAHc/ZybfzWpMzhk/s72-c/Ricky_Rubio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317960743666207028.post-9146414167844707567</id><published>2009-02-17T06:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T06:59:49.562-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='michael'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jordan'/><title type='text'>Michael Jordan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q9ZqJObH7RA/SZrQKYc_A1I/AAAAAAAAAHU/57Ow-0oPxTY/s1600-h/12975-bigthumbnail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q9ZqJObH7RA/SZrQKYc_A1I/AAAAAAAAAHU/57Ow-0oPxTY/s320/12975-bigthumbnail.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303780387963470674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No dia em que faz 46 anos (quem diria!) - 17/02/1963 presto uma pequena homenagem àquele que é o melhor basquetebolista de sempre! Foi graças a ele que nasceu a minha paixão por este jogo, desde sempre nos brindou com magia em forma de jogo; é um exemplo como jogador de basket e como desportista!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obrigada por todos os momentos, por todos os jogos, triunfos  e derrotas, por toda a magia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o seu ultimo jogo na NBA, arrepiante! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Q4A2FhPLnB0&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/Q4A2FhPLnB0&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;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3317960743666207028-9146414167844707567?l=sarookas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarookas.blogspot.com/feeds/9146414167844707567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3317960743666207028&amp;postID=9146414167844707567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317960743666207028/posts/default/9146414167844707567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317960743666207028/posts/default/9146414167844707567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarookas.blogspot.com/2009/02/michael-jordan.html' title='Michael Jordan'/><author><name>some girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01582273702015455407</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/_q9ZqJObH7RA/SZrQKYc_A1I/AAAAAAAAAHU/57Ow-0oPxTY/s72-c/12975-bigthumbnail.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317960743666207028.post-8764185675932688671</id><published>2009-02-14T16:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T16:18:41.236-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ritinha @ Polonia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q9ZqJObH7RA/SZdfM4waRjI/AAAAAAAAAHM/VP5FEbR2R7E/s1600-h/P1300001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q9ZqJObH7RA/SZdfM4waRjI/AAAAAAAAAHM/VP5FEbR2R7E/s320/P1300001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302811761250551346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fazer erasmus é sempre uma experencia engrandecedora... conhecemos um novo pais, uma nova ligua, novos costumes e acima de tudo conhecemo-nos também um pouco mais a nos proprios como pessoas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ritinha, tu que vais de erasmus só espero que vivas em pleno esta aventura e esta experiencia! Desejo-te toda a sorte do mundo e que seja inesquecivel ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3317960743666207028-8764185675932688671?l=sarookas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarookas.blogspot.com/feeds/8764185675932688671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3317960743666207028&amp;postID=8764185675932688671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317960743666207028/posts/default/8764185675932688671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317960743666207028/posts/default/8764185675932688671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarookas.blogspot.com/2009/02/ritinha-polonia.html' title='Ritinha @ Polonia'/><author><name>some girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01582273702015455407</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/_q9ZqJObH7RA/SZdfM4waRjI/AAAAAAAAAHM/VP5FEbR2R7E/s72-c/P1300001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317960743666207028.post-3105811634259093486</id><published>2009-02-09T08:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T08:30:17.901-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='equipa maravilha'/><title type='text'>Eterna equipa maravilha!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q9ZqJObH7RA/SZBZmKiur3I/AAAAAAAAAHE/nT15EO9YLQs/s1600-h/P2060069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q9ZqJObH7RA/SZBZmKiur3I/AAAAAAAAAHE/nT15EO9YLQs/s200/P2060069.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300835273614995314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q9ZqJObH7RA/SZBXGqN7BsI/AAAAAAAAAG8/ftGYz5XnSCM/s1600-h/P2060065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q9ZqJObH7RA/SZBXGqN7BsI/AAAAAAAAAG8/ftGYz5XnSCM/s200/P2060065.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300832533338588866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q9ZqJObH7RA/SZBWZFWo8fI/AAAAAAAAAG0/IbwSzyHI3BA/s1600-h/P2060047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q9ZqJObH7RA/SZBWZFWo8fI/AAAAAAAAAG0/IbwSzyHI3BA/s200/P2060047.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300831750348927474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q9ZqJObH7RA/SZBWIn0WBAI/AAAAAAAAAGs/GCt1-bmN7mQ/s1600-h/P2060033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q9ZqJObH7RA/SZBWIn0WBAI/AAAAAAAAAGs/GCt1-bmN7mQ/s200/P2060033.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300831467542545410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fim de semana passado na ilha Terceira, proposito, jogar dois jogos contra a equipa do Boa Viagem (uma para o campeonato e outra pra a taça); Infelizmente perdemos os dois jogos apesar de termos mostrado que somos uma equipa forte e que merece todo o respeito!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ganhamos... mais amizade, mais companheirismo, mais historias para contar... daqui a uns anos quando nos lembramos da viagem á ilha terceira não nos valos lembrar dos dois jogos que perdemos... vamos.nos lembrar das jogadoras e das amigas que faziam parte da equipa... vamos lembrar-nos das palhaçadas que fizemos, dos videos e das fotos, e do quanto gostavamos de estar juntas fosse em que situação fosse! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3317960743666207028-3105811634259093486?l=sarookas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarookas.blogspot.com/feeds/3105811634259093486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3317960743666207028&amp;postID=3105811634259093486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317960743666207028/posts/default/3105811634259093486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317960743666207028/posts/default/3105811634259093486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarookas.blogspot.com/2009/02/eterna-equipa-maravilha.html' title='Eterna equipa maravilha!'/><author><name>some girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01582273702015455407</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/_q9ZqJObH7RA/SZBZmKiur3I/AAAAAAAAAHE/nT15EO9YLQs/s72-c/P2060069.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317960743666207028.post-7159581911109618394</id><published>2009-02-09T08:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T08:08:50.593-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Juca!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q9ZqJObH7RA/SZBVAwfbFxI/AAAAAAAAAGk/GM1Qt2DkEi0/s1600-h/DSCF9652.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q9ZqJObH7RA/SZBVAwfbFxI/AAAAAAAAAGk/GM1Qt2DkEi0/s320/DSCF9652.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300830232920135442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parabens mano mais velho ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.2.09 25 aninhos =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3317960743666207028-7159581911109618394?l=sarookas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarookas.blogspot.com/feeds/7159581911109618394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3317960743666207028&amp;postID=7159581911109618394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317960743666207028/posts/default/7159581911109618394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317960743666207028/posts/default/7159581911109618394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarookas.blogspot.com/2009/02/juca.html' title='Juca!!'/><author><name>some girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01582273702015455407</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/_q9ZqJObH7RA/SZBVAwfbFxI/AAAAAAAAAGk/GM1Qt2DkEi0/s72-c/DSCF9652.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317960743666207028.post-6870672795425984436</id><published>2009-02-09T08:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T08:07:32.266-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jonhy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q9ZqJObH7RA/SZBUpZSM3tI/AAAAAAAAAGc/0_cUYJpseBU/s1600-h/P7090089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q9ZqJObH7RA/SZBUpZSM3tI/AAAAAAAAAGc/0_cUYJpseBU/s320/P7090089.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300829831553670866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parabens meu querido!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.2.09 - 13 aninhos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3317960743666207028-6870672795425984436?l=sarookas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarookas.blogspot.com/feeds/6870672795425984436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3317960743666207028&amp;postID=6870672795425984436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317960743666207028/posts/default/6870672795425984436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317960743666207028/posts/default/6870672795425984436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarookas.blogspot.com/2009/02/jonhy.html' title='Jonhy!'/><author><name>some girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01582273702015455407</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/_q9ZqJObH7RA/SZBUpZSM3tI/AAAAAAAAAGc/0_cUYJpseBU/s72-c/P7090089.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317960743666207028.post-5299119334742822351</id><published>2009-02-09T07:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T08:02:32.830-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kurt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nirvana'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='portugal'/><title type='text'>Foi à 15 anos atras... Nirvana em Portugal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q9ZqJObH7RA/SZBTYWDdt3I/AAAAAAAAAGU/PcS9nY433Ec/s1600-h/nirvana.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q9ZqJObH7RA/SZBTYWDdt3I/AAAAAAAAAGU/PcS9nY433Ec/s320/nirvana.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300828439117150066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dia 6 de Fevereiro de 1994 - o dia que marcou toda uma geração em Portugal. Foi a primeira (e ultima) vez que Kurt Cobain cantou ao vivo para os fans portugueses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Às 10.18 horas as luzes apagaram-se para deixar ver o palco em tons roxos, a histeria começou. Os gritos das meninas que estavam nas bancadas aumentaram quando viram, nos bastidores, a silhueta de Kurt Cobain a acender um cigarro. A guincharia aumentou ainda mais quando os músicos entraram em palco. À esquerda estava Kurt Cobain, ao meio Chris Novoselic e Pat Smear na ponta direita", escreveu António Freitas no jornal BLITZ na edição que seguiu o muito aguardado concerto em Portugal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Eu tinha so 10 anos, mas naquela altura já delirava com esta banda.. até hoje!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3317960743666207028-5299119334742822351?l=sarookas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarookas.blogspot.com/feeds/5299119334742822351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3317960743666207028&amp;postID=5299119334742822351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317960743666207028/posts/default/5299119334742822351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317960743666207028/posts/default/5299119334742822351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarookas.blogspot.com/2009/02/foi-15-anos-atras-nirvana-em-portugal.html' title='Foi à 15 anos atras... 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rudy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kirilenko'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rubio'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nowitzki'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fernandez'/><title type='text'>''o Basket nunca mais será só os EUA''</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q9ZqJObH7RA/SYu3tnLvAEI/AAAAAAAAAGM/QycFpOOsELI/s1600-h/nikebasketball_1024x768.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q9ZqJObH7RA/SYu3tnLvAEI/AAAAAAAAAGM/QycFpOOsELI/s400/nikebasketball_1024x768.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299531380771717186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3317960743666207028-7597726162550598746?l=sarookas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarookas.blogspot.com/feeds/7597726162550598746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3317960743666207028&amp;postID=7597726162550598746' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317960743666207028/posts/default/7597726162550598746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317960743666207028/posts/default/7597726162550598746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarookas.blogspot.com/2009/02/o-basket-nunca-mais-sera-so-os-eua.html' title='&apos;&apos;o Basket nunca mais será só os EUA&apos;&apos;'/><author><name>some girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01582273702015455407</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/_q9ZqJObH7RA/SYu3tnLvAEI/AAAAAAAAAGM/QycFpOOsELI/s72-c/nikebasketball_1024x768.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317960743666207028.post-7172382829060088796</id><published>2009-02-05T07:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T08:07:00.213-08:00</updated><title type='text'>KEKE &lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q9ZqJObH7RA/SYsOEhCQfFI/AAAAAAAAAGE/il9KOfbSToE/s1600-h/kekinhu.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 288px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q9ZqJObH7RA/SYsOEhCQfFI/AAAAAAAAAGE/il9KOfbSToE/s400/kekinhu.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299344857281625170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;farias hoje 25 anos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incrivel como dia após dia, ano após ano a tua lembrança é tão presente... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estarás para sempre comigo... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ate um dia! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para ti...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cjNQSgPCtsc&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/cjNQSgPCtsc&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" 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girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01582273702015455407</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/_q9ZqJObH7RA/SYsOEhCQfFI/AAAAAAAAAGE/il9KOfbSToE/s72-c/kekinhu.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317960743666207028.post-7177959593285666922</id><published>2009-02-04T05:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T05:26:20.091-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='badu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='erika'/><title type='text'>Erika Badu</title><content type='html'>Grande som que descobri recentemente... aqui num tributo a Bob Marley!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/L4YBxNP8QwM&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/L4YBxNP8QwM&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3317960743666207028-7177959593285666922?l=sarookas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarookas.blogspot.com/feeds/7177959593285666922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3317960743666207028&amp;postID=7177959593285666922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317960743666207028/posts/default/7177959593285666922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317960743666207028/posts/default/7177959593285666922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarookas.blogspot.com/2009/02/erika-badu.html' title='Erika Badu'/><author><name>some girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01582273702015455407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317960743666207028.post-220947926498196771</id><published>2009-02-03T06:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T06:28:48.678-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='michelle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='splitter'/><title type='text'>RIP Michelle Splitter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q9ZqJObH7RA/SYhUViQmooI/AAAAAAAAAF8/2G39evlOCPI/s1600-h/5858458.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 221px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q9ZqJObH7RA/SYhUViQmooI/AAAAAAAAAF8/2G39evlOCPI/s320/5858458.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298577690551820930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A jogadora de basquete catarinense Michelle Splitter, de 19 anos, irmã do pivô Tiago Splitter, da seleção brasileira e do Tau Ceramica, da Espanha, morreu por volta das 21h30min desta segunda-feira na clínica onde estava internada em Campinas (SP), vítima de leucemia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Durante o primeiro tratamento contra a leucemia, a jogadora teve de abandonar a seleção brasileira sub-17 e chegou a perder 17 quilos. Mas recuperou-se e voltou a ser convocada para amistosos da seleção em Cuba, antes de a doença se manifestar novamente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michelle estava internada desde o ano passado na Clinica Boldrini, em Campinas, e a família chegou a organizar um mutirão de doações para conseguir um doador compatível de medula. Só em Blumenau foram centenas de doadores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No fim do ano veio a notícia de que um doador compatível havia sido encontrado, e o transplante de medula que poderia salvar a vida da atleta foi feito no dia 14 de janeiro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michelle reagiu bem ao transplante, mas na última semana configurou-se um quadro de rejeição. No sábado o estado de saúde da jogadora tornou-se muito grave, acabando por não resistir, falecendo segunda à noite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma grade promessa do basketball... descansa em paz!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3317960743666207028-220947926498196771?l=sarookas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarookas.blogspot.com/feeds/220947926498196771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3317960743666207028&amp;postID=220947926498196771' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317960743666207028/posts/default/220947926498196771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317960743666207028/posts/default/220947926498196771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarookas.blogspot.com/2009/02/rip-michelle-splitter.html' title='RIP Michelle Splitter'/><author><name>some girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01582273702015455407</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/_q9ZqJObH7RA/SYhUViQmooI/AAAAAAAAAF8/2G39evlOCPI/s72-c/5858458.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317960743666207028.post-2257647780213996129</id><published>2009-02-02T16:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T16:12:25.772-08:00</updated><title type='text'>viver...</title><content type='html'>''Stones taught me to fly&lt;br /&gt;Love taught me to lie&lt;br /&gt;Life taught me to die&lt;br /&gt;So it's not hard to fall&lt;br /&gt;When you float like a cannonball''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resultado de viver intensamente, sem medos, sem limitações... e saber reagir positivamente a tudo (coisas boas e más) do que a vida nos traz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3317960743666207028-2257647780213996129?l=sarookas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarookas.blogspot.com/feeds/2257647780213996129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3317960743666207028&amp;postID=2257647780213996129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317960743666207028/posts/default/2257647780213996129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>&lt;div style="width:300px;"&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/_n1I7beLf5/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/_n1I7beLf5/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="background-color:#E6E6E6;padding:1px;"&gt;&lt;div style="float:left;padding:4px 4px 0 0;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/E6E6E6/" border="0"  /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;form method="post" action="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/" style="margin:0;padding:0;"&gt;&lt;input type="text" name="EmbedSearchBox" /&gt;&lt;input type="submit" value="Search" style="font-size:12px;" /&gt;&lt;div style="padding-top:3px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ads.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=0&amp;ek=_n1I7beLf5"&gt;&lt;img src="http://ads.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/152/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://ads.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=1&amp;ek=_n1I7beLf5"&gt;&lt;img src="http://ads.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/153/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://ads.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=2&amp;ek=_n1I7beLf5"&gt;&lt;img src="http://ads.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/154/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://ads.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=3&amp;ek=_n1I7beLf5"&gt;&lt;img src="http://ads.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/155/10/_n1I7beLf5/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/people/7Fd6LcE/music/KSHPS2o3/jason_mraz_im_yours/"&gt;Im Yours - Jason Mraz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;em março no coliseu.... bora???   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;axo k sim =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3317960743666207028-4374306997270358539?l=sarookas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarookas.blogspot.com/feeds/4374306997270358539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3317960743666207028&amp;postID=4374306997270358539' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317960743666207028/posts/default/4374306997270358539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317960743666207028/posts/default/4374306997270358539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarookas.blogspot.com/2009/01/jason-mraz.html' title='jason mraz'/><author><name>some girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01582273702015455407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317960743666207028.post-2397019476240335303</id><published>2009-01-23T08:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T08:26:44.111-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cristina'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='barcelona'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vicky'/><title type='text'>Vicky Cristina Barcelona</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q9ZqJObH7RA/SXnvq64sH8I/AAAAAAAAAF0/VjcByBCQqYc/s1600-h/Vicky_cristina_barcelona.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294526357591302082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 217px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q9ZqJObH7RA/SXnvq64sH8I/AAAAAAAAAF0/VjcByBCQqYc/s320/Vicky_cristina_barcelona.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;''Barcelona é o local da aventura romantica de Vicky e Cristina. As duas jovens amigas americanas passam o Verão em Espanha e conhecem um ''aventureiro'' artista (Javier Bardem) e a sua linda mas louca ex-mulher (Penelope Cruz). Vicky (Rebecca Hall) é toda certinha e prestes a casar. Cristina (Scarlett Johansson) é uma livre espirito e aventureira sexual. Quando todos se envolvem emocialmente o resultado só pode ser descrito como caótico!''&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Escrito e dirigido por Woody Allen!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Duas amigas completamente diferentes em relação á maneira como sentem o amor. Em Barcelona, depois de conhecerem Juan Antonio (Javier Barden) as duas vêm-se envolvidas com o artista de maneiras diderentes. Ambas caem nos seus poderes de sedução e acabam por se envolver sexualmente; Vicky depara-se com a chegada do noivo de Nova York para se tornar seu marido em Barcelona. Casa-se mas da-se por si constantemente a pensar em Juan Antonio e percebe que o seu casamento de conveniencia não é o que realmente quer. Cristina resolve tentar uma relação a serio com o artista, tudo corre bem ate que aparece Maria Helena (Penelope Cruz) a doida ex-mulher de Juan Antonio. Após uma tentativa de suicidio de Maria Helena Juan Antonio decide deixa-la ficar em casa com ele e Cristina. A relação intensa que nas ce entre os tres torna-os amantes. Quando Cristina descobre que aquilo não é o que ela quer para si termina com tudo e vai passar uns dias a Paris antes de voltar para Nova York com Vicky. Vicky tenta entao a sua sorte antes de partir mas também acaba envolvida na relação doentia de amor-odio entre Juan Antonio e Maria Helena e também dá por terminada qualquer tipo de ligação. As amigas voltam para Nova York. Vicky casada, e Cristina a saber o que é que não quer no amor!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ontem, 22.1.09&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3317960743666207028-2397019476240335303?l=sarookas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarookas.blogspot.com/feeds/2397019476240335303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3317960743666207028&amp;postID=2397019476240335303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317960743666207028/posts/default/2397019476240335303'/><link 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All Star Game da NBA Slam Dunk Contest</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q9ZqJObH7RA/SXdet4YY2EI/AAAAAAAAAFs/unTiew24NA0/s1600-h/Rudy_Fernandez.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293804029319108674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 235px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q9ZqJObH7RA/SXdet4YY2EI/AAAAAAAAAFs/unTiew24NA0/s320/Rudy_Fernandez.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O talento é enorme e ele só o tem demonstrado que assim é... dia 14 de Fevereiro Rudy Fernandez será o primeiro europeu a participar no concurso de afundanços do AllStar Game da NBA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quem disse que é preciso ser americano para ser dos melhores??? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Grande Rudy! =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3317960743666207028-1038602760669187337?l=sarookas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarookas.blogspot.com/feeds/1038602760669187337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3317960743666207028&amp;postID=1038602760669187337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317960743666207028/posts/default/1038602760669187337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317960743666207028/posts/default/1038602760669187337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarookas.blogspot.com/2009/01/rudy-fernandez-no-all-star-game-da-nba.html' title='Rudy Fernandez no All Star Game da NBA Slam Dunk Contest'/><author><name>some girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01582273702015455407</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/_q9ZqJObH7RA/SXdet4YY2EI/AAAAAAAAAFs/unTiew24NA0/s72-c/Rudy_Fernandez.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317960743666207028.post-2284979831257504823</id><published>2009-01-16T07:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T07:19:24.679-08:00</updated><title type='text'>o encanto de imprevisivel...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q9ZqJObH7RA/SXCki_U9zyI/AAAAAAAAAFk/xN-DjmgI9oQ/s1600-h/1139507238_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291910483182210850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q9ZqJObH7RA/SXCki_U9zyI/AAAAAAAAAFk/xN-DjmgI9oQ/s320/1139507238_f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;o imprevisivel pode-nos trazer algo mau... mas e quando nos traz algo bom?? e se for algo MUITO BOM!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;que sensação ontem ao ver-te e no segundo a seguir já estar nos teus braços num abraço tão bom! que sensação pura de alegria e amizade me fizeste sentir ontem!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;na vida há mesmo aqueles que ficam, e tu sem duvida es um deles meu Tiaguxo!! =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3317960743666207028-2284979831257504823?l=sarookas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarookas.blogspot.com/feeds/2284979831257504823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3317960743666207028&amp;postID=2284979831257504823' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317960743666207028/posts/default/2284979831257504823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317960743666207028/posts/default/2284979831257504823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarookas.blogspot.com/2009/01/o-encanto-de-imprevisivel.html' title='o encanto de imprevisivel...'/><author><name>some girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01582273702015455407</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/_q9ZqJObH7RA/SXCki_U9zyI/AAAAAAAAAFk/xN-DjmgI9oQ/s72-c/1139507238_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317960743666207028.post-8341869734744590254</id><published>2009-01-12T14:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T14:27:02.230-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Basket!</title><content type='html'>Como explicar-te o que é amor se nunca vestiste a camisola da tua equipa?&lt;br /&gt;Como explicar-te o que é prazer se nunca ganhaste um ‘clássico’ ?&lt;br /&gt;Como explicar-te o que é a dor se nunca perdeste um jogo no último segundo?&lt;br /&gt;Como explicar-te o que é carinho se nunca sentiste a bola com a ponta dos dedos?&lt;br /&gt;Como explicar-te o que é solidariedade se nunca deste uma ajuda numa defesa individual?&lt;br /&gt;Como explicar-te o que é poesia se nunca deixaste os teus adversários desorientados com um ‘crossover’?&lt;br /&gt;Como explicar-te o que é amizade se nunca fizeste uma assistência?&lt;br /&gt;Como explicar-te o que é pânico se nunca perdeste um jogo depois de estar a ganhar por 20 pontos?&lt;br /&gt;Como explicar-te o que é morrer um bocado se nunca perdeste uma final?&lt;br /&gt;Como explicar-te o que é esforço se nunca deste o máximo para recuperar uma bola?&lt;br /&gt;Como explicar-te o que é egoísmo se nunca lançaste quando devias ter passado a um colega melhor posicionado?&lt;br /&gt;Como explicar-te o que é arte se nunca inventaste uma assistência espectacular?&lt;br /&gt;Como explicar-te o que é música se nunca cantaste para incentivar os teus companheiros?&lt;br /&gt;Como explicar-te o que é o ódio se nunca perdeste a bola que resolveu o jogo?&lt;br /&gt;Como explicar-te o que é a vida se nunca jogaste basket?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3317960743666207028-8341869734744590254?l=sarookas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarookas.blogspot.com/feeds/8341869734744590254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3317960743666207028&amp;postID=8341869734744590254' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317960743666207028/posts/default/8341869734744590254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317960743666207028/posts/default/8341869734744590254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarookas.blogspot.com/2009/01/basket.html' title='Basket!'/><author><name>some girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01582273702015455407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317960743666207028.post-2232691497735352055</id><published>2009-01-09T07:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T07:49:20.452-08:00</updated><title type='text'>9 de Janeiro 2009 - Neve @ Barcelos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q9ZqJObH7RA/SWdxuopmZUI/AAAAAAAAAFc/CUVlJ6RoBAw/s1600-h/P1080021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289321333369759042" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q9ZqJObH7RA/SWdxuopmZUI/AAAAAAAAAFc/CUVlJ6RoBAw/s200/P1080021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q9ZqJObH7RA/SWdxFhlL7bI/AAAAAAAAAFU/31z3FGT22tw/s1600-h/P1080040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289320627097562546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q9ZqJObH7RA/SWdxFhlL7bI/AAAAAAAAAFU/31z3FGT22tw/s200/P1080040.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q9ZqJObH7RA/SWdwewUD2hI/AAAAAAAAAFM/H5aWWrGOPfs/s1600-h/P1080009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289319961037363730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q9ZqJObH7RA/SWdwewUD2hI/AAAAAAAAAFM/H5aWWrGOPfs/s400/P1080009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Após mais ou menos vinte anos eis que volta a nevar em barcelos... mas desta vez neve mesmo, um verdadeiro nevão que deixou a cidade branca e mais bonita do que alguma vez eu tinha visto!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;9:10 a.m. Pai - ''tas acordada?'' Eu - ''Agora tou... (de mau humor)!'' lol Pai - ''Ta a nevar!!'' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;a partir daqui o dia transformou-se, instalou-se um sorriso nos meus labios, cresceu uma excitação por dentro, fiquei totalmente euforica.... toca a levantar persianas, ir pa varanda, ver e sentir os delicados flocos que caiam... as ruas, as casas, os carros, etc já estavam todos brancos... de repente, o verdadeiro nevão... 10 minutos seguidos de neve certinha... lindo lindo lindo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;mal parou: ''Bora dar um giro e sacar umas fotos???'' Era obrigatorio... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;a cidade branca.... só pessoas na rua em que no rosto podiamos encontrar felicidade... todos os adultos viraram crianças... uns riam-se, outros tiravam fotos, outros faziam bolas de neve (e atiravam-nas), ate pequenos bonecos de neve!! Eu fui das que fiz isto tudo... estava sem duvida muito entusiasmada....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;por fim ir ao castelo... as margens do rio... a paisagem... quero ficar para sempre com esta imagem de barcelos =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ver miudos a passar na ponte e atirar-lhe bolas de neve... um pequeno bonequinho de neve... foi qualquer coisa sem duvida, MAGICA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;''É um mundo magico... =)''&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/3317960743666207028-2232691497735352055?l=sarookas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarookas.blogspot.com/feeds/2232691497735352055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3317960743666207028&amp;postID=2232691497735352055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317960743666207028/posts/default/2232691497735352055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317960743666207028/posts/default/2232691497735352055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarookas.blogspot.com/2009/01/9-de-janeiro-2009-neve-barcelos.html' title='9 de Janeiro 2009 - Neve @ Barcelos'/><author><name>some girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01582273702015455407</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/_q9ZqJObH7RA/SWdxuopmZUI/AAAAAAAAAFc/CUVlJ6RoBAw/s72-c/P1080021.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317960743666207028.post-3996167216256199707</id><published>2009-01-06T06:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T08:12:15.250-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sara &amp; Claudia &amp; Irene</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q9ZqJObH7RA/SWOB7pmBfUI/AAAAAAAAAFE/mprVW1YdgAc/s1600-h/1164476310_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288213249240694082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q9ZqJObH7RA/SWOB7pmBfUI/AAAAAAAAAFE/mprVW1YdgAc/s400/1164476310_f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ontem, dia 5 de janeiro de 2009... jantarada eu mais estas duas... duas colegas de faculdade que se tornaram amigas para a vida! tres feitios muito diferentes, os mesmos sentimentos: amizade, admiração, respeito, carinho... =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;é tão bom continuar a ter-vos na minha vida...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;que venham no futuro muitos mais dias como o de ontem, em que possamos falar, desabafar, cuscar, rir... juntas! =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3317960743666207028-3996167216256199707?l=sarookas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarookas.blogspot.com/feeds/3996167216256199707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3317960743666207028&amp;postID=3996167216256199707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317960743666207028/posts/default/3996167216256199707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317960743666207028/posts/default/3996167216256199707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarookas.blogspot.com/2009/01/sara-claudia-irene.html' title='Sara &amp; Claudia &amp; Irene'/><author><name>some girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01582273702015455407</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/_q9ZqJObH7RA/SWOB7pmBfUI/AAAAAAAAAFE/mprVW1YdgAc/s72-c/1164476310_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317960743666207028.post-4472191321218000561</id><published>2008-12-30T16:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T17:16:13.099-08:00</updated><title type='text'>é um mundo magico...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q9ZqJObH7RA/SVrFNByYemI/AAAAAAAAAE8/jUMg5rLmfmo/s1600-h/Calvin_and_Hobbes.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285753940281424482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 272px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q9ZqJObH7RA/SVrFNByYemI/AAAAAAAAAE8/jUMg5rLmfmo/s400/Calvin_and_Hobbes.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Continuando com a magia... (apaixonei-me por esta palavra)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O Natal já passou a chega agora talvez a ainda mais qur o Natal desejada passagem de ano... porque é que acreditamos que o simples mudar de dia, mudar de ano pode ser tao significativo  que nos faça sempre pensar no que foi o ano que passou, e no que gostariamos que fosse o que se aproxima... 2008 para mim... foi o ano em que voltei para o Norte para trabalhar, foi um ano em que a minha equipa subiu à liga e eu pude realizar aquilo que escolhi para mim no 9º ano, na psicologa da escola: '' - O que queres ser quando fores grande? - Quero ser fisioterapeuta e jogadora de basket!!!'' e 9 ou 10 anos passados é o que sou! De todas as vitorias alcansadas pela equipa este ano sem duvida a maior de todas foi a nossa uniao, a amizade que cresceu dentro de nos, o apoio nos bons e maus momentos, a criação de uma verdadeira equipa em todo o seu significado... isso não há titulos que valham!! Revi amigos que já n via desde o Verao do ano passado; encontrei um idolo que devolveu a palavra magia ao meu mundo; fui ao primeiro casamento de uma amiga minha... e que lindo que foi! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;o maximo que posso desejar não é um ano melhor nem pior... mas sim tao intenso como têm sido todos os outros... porque as coisas más... nao me lembrei de nenhuma a escrever este texto... as boas... ficam para sempre!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sim é um mundo mágico... só nos resta continuar a explorá-lo!! =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3317960743666207028-4472191321218000561?l=sarookas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarookas.blogspot.com/feeds/4472191321218000561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3317960743666207028&amp;postID=4472191321218000561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317960743666207028/posts/default/4472191321218000561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317960743666207028/posts/default/4472191321218000561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarookas.blogspot.com/2008/12/um-mundo-magico.html' title='é um mundo magico...'/><author><name>some girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01582273702015455407</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/_q9ZqJObH7RA/SVrFNByYemI/AAAAAAAAAE8/jUMg5rLmfmo/s72-c/Calvin_and_Hobbes.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317960743666207028.post-1388414757248936740</id><published>2008-12-24T09:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T09:46:03.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'>o tempo é de magia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q9ZqJObH7RA/SVJ1QJOC9vI/AAAAAAAAAE0/BWtOR36DZU4/s1600-h/tm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283414233072203506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 189px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q9ZqJObH7RA/SVJ1QJOC9vI/AAAAAAAAAE0/BWtOR36DZU4/s400/tm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;cada vez mais nos deparamos com a necessidade de termos algo superior a apoiar-nos... quer seja uma crença, uma fé, um amigo, uma musica, uma lembrança....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No Natal, por ser tempo de familia, de dar e receber, de nos lembrarmos de toda a gente que gostamos, todas estes sentimentos e necessidades saõ exaltados... e um tempo magico que quase nos faz sair da nossa realidade...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Este ano, mais do que desejar felecidade, paz e amor... desejo Magia a toda a gente... que durante todo o ano possamos ser contagiados por ela! =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3317960743666207028-1388414757248936740?l=sarookas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarookas.blogspot.com/feeds/1388414757248936740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3317960743666207028&amp;postID=1388414757248936740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317960743666207028/posts/default/1388414757248936740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317960743666207028/posts/default/1388414757248936740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarookas.blogspot.com/2008/12/o-tempo-de-magia.html' title='o tempo é de magia'/><author><name>some girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01582273702015455407</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/_q9ZqJObH7RA/SVJ1QJOC9vI/AAAAAAAAAE0/BWtOR36DZU4/s72-c/tm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317960743666207028.post-2485243853000592520</id><published>2008-11-03T11:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T11:21:59.774-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O momento é agora!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q9ZqJObH7RA/SQ9PRHOXQfI/AAAAAAAAADk/gD9J0CEtup8/s1600-h/P8070006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264513644835062258" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 321px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q9ZqJObH7RA/SQ9PRHOXQfI/AAAAAAAAADk/gD9J0CEtup8/s400/P8070006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Já perdoei erros quase imperdoáveis,&lt;br /&gt;tentei substituir pessoas insubstituíveis&lt;br /&gt;e esquecer pessoas inesquecíveis.&lt;br /&gt;Já fiz coisas por impulso,&lt;br /&gt;já me decepcionei com pessoas quando nunca pensei me decepcionar, mas também decepcionei alguém.&lt;br /&gt;Já abracei pra proteger,&lt;br /&gt;já dei risada quando não podia,&lt;br /&gt;fiz amigos eternos,&lt;br /&gt;amei e fui amado,&lt;br /&gt;mas também já fui rejeitado,&lt;br /&gt;fui amado e não amei.&lt;br /&gt;Já gritei e pulei de tanta felicidade,&lt;br /&gt;já vivi de amor e fiz juras eternas,&lt;br /&gt;“quebrei a cara muitas vezes”!&lt;br /&gt;Já chorei ouvindo música e vendo fotos,&lt;br /&gt;já liguei só para escutar uma voz,&lt;br /&gt;me apaixonei por um sorriso,&lt;br /&gt;já pensei que fosse morrer de tanta saudade&lt;br /&gt;e tive medo de perder alguém especial (e acabei perdendo).&lt;br /&gt;Mas vivi, e ainda vivo!&lt;br /&gt;Não passo pela vida…&lt;br /&gt;E você também não deveria passar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Viva!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Bom mesmo é ir à luta com determinação,&lt;br /&gt;abraçar a vida com paixão,&lt;br /&gt;perder com classe&lt;br /&gt;e vencer com ousadia,&lt;br /&gt;porque o mundo pertence a quem se atreve&lt;br /&gt;e a vida é “muito” pra ser insignificante. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3317960743666207028-2485243853000592520?l=sarookas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarookas.blogspot.com/feeds/2485243853000592520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3317960743666207028&amp;postID=2485243853000592520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317960743666207028/posts/default/2485243853000592520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317960743666207028/posts/default/2485243853000592520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarookas.blogspot.com/2008/11/o-momento-agora.html' title='O momento é agora!'/><author><name>some girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01582273702015455407</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/_q9ZqJObH7RA/SQ9PRHOXQfI/AAAAAAAAADk/gD9J0CEtup8/s72-c/P8070006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317960743666207028.post-877563039179212543</id><published>2008-10-20T11:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T11:56:01.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>R.R.</title><content type='html'>“Será un fenómeno mundial”  (Aíto García Reneses)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Puede ser como Magic Johnson” (Slam magazine)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;''E uma loucura'' (Chris Paul)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;''O ceu e o seu limite'' (Jason Kidd)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;''.. Ricky Rubio may be the best player in the world ther's not in te NBA'' (Dan Fegan)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;''Melhor base de sempre'' (eu mesma)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3317960743666207028-877563039179212543?l=sarookas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarookas.blogspot.com/feeds/877563039179212543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3317960743666207028&amp;postID=877563039179212543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317960743666207028/posts/default/877563039179212543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317960743666207028/posts/default/877563039179212543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarookas.blogspot.com/2008/10/rr.html' title='R.R.'/><author><name>some girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01582273702015455407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317960743666207028.post-8679990219786496942</id><published>2008-10-20T11:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T11:31:26.251-07:00</updated><title type='text'>impossible is nothing</title><content type='html'>Impossible is just a big word thrown arround by small men who find it easier to live in the world th've been given than to explore the power they have to change it.&lt;br /&gt;Impossible is not a fact! It's an opinion!&lt;br /&gt;Impossible is not a declaration. It's a dare.&lt;br /&gt;Impossible is potencial. Impossibile is temporary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Impossible is nothing!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3317960743666207028-8679990219786496942?l=sarookas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarookas.blogspot.com/feeds/8679990219786496942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3317960743666207028&amp;postID=8679990219786496942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317960743666207028/posts/default/8679990219786496942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317960743666207028/posts/default/8679990219786496942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarookas.blogspot.com/2008/10/impossible-is-nothing.html' title='impossible is nothing'/><author><name>some girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01582273702015455407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317960743666207028.post-6199802045237790079</id><published>2008-10-16T18:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T18:28:25.853-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ricky'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rubio'/><title type='text'>Ricky Rubio, el prodigio...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q9ZqJObH7RA/SPfpwq0he8I/AAAAAAAAADc/83mRAh1MFF4/s1600-h/489882894_6230673d24.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257928112315923394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q9ZqJObH7RA/SPfpwq0he8I/AAAAAAAAADc/83mRAh1MFF4/s400/489882894_6230673d24.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;...''aquele idolo que nos faz delirar,...''&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Jogador mais jovem a iniciar-se na ACB (14 anos)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Jogador mais jovem a ser escolhido para o 5 ideal da Liga ACB (17 anos)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Jogador mais jovem a disputar uma final olimpica! (17 anos)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As estatisticas e os dados falam por si... mas quem vir a jogar este miudo deslumbra-se com a sua magia! Unico... para mim, o melhor base de sempre!!   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;e só tem 17 anos...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tiempo de Magia =)* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3317960743666207028-6199802045237790079?l=sarookas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarookas.blogspot.com/feeds/6199802045237790079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3317960743666207028&amp;postID=6199802045237790079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317960743666207028/posts/default/6199802045237790079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317960743666207028/posts/default/6199802045237790079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarookas.blogspot.com/2008/10/ricky-rubio-el-prodigio.html' title='Ricky Rubio, el prodigio...'/><author><name>some girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01582273702015455407</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/_q9ZqJObH7RA/SPfpwq0he8I/AAAAAAAAADc/83mRAh1MFF4/s72-c/489882894_6230673d24.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317960743666207028.post-499964203094978668</id><published>2008-10-07T16:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T16:32:21.897-07:00</updated><title type='text'>shining*</title><content type='html'>O nosso sentido da vida nem sempre parece estar orientado, mas por mais negra que possa parecer a nossa vida temos sempre de nos lembrar que é na escuridão que aparecem os nossos melhores sonhos... Por mais em baixo que nos sintamos temos sempre algo em que nos agarrar para nos levantar... aquela musica que nos anima, aquele amigo que diz sempre o que é preciso no momento certo, aquele idolo que nos faz delirar, aquele desporto que nos liberta...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;''não há noite tão longa que não encontre o dia!''... eu gosto da noite... ela mostra-me as minhas estrelas!! =)*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3317960743666207028-499964203094978668?l=sarookas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarookas.blogspot.com/feeds/499964203094978668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3317960743666207028&amp;postID=499964203094978668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317960743666207028/posts/default/499964203094978668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317960743666207028/posts/default/499964203094978668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarookas.blogspot.com/2008/10/shining.html' title='shining*'/><author><name>some girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01582273702015455407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317960743666207028.post-9090413619704834244</id><published>2008-04-11T17:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T17:22:34.244-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hit them high</title><content type='html'>''A equipa que ninquem pára'' ''Equipa maravilha'', ''as monstras'', lol komo lhe quiserem chamar! A verdade e que de um grupo de jogadoras de basket vindas de diversos pontos do pais nasceu uma verdadeira Equipa em todo o seu sentido!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chegamos a uma fase muito importante, temos a nossa frente todas as oportunidades de sermos campeãs nacionais (a primeira vez para quase todas, eu inclusive) e a nossa união e maior do que nunca!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unidas e fortes nas vitorias, unidas e ainda mais fortes nas derrotas nada nos tem deitado abaixo! sentimos confiança umas nas outras, sentimos a força uma das outras, todas com a mesma paixão pelo basquetebol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;conseguimos chegar onde chegamos por mérito próprio... tudo o que esta para vir depende somente de nos, aconteça o que acontecer vamos sair sempre de cabeça erguida porque saberemos que em cada jogo deixamos tudo la dentro! Acima de tudo, vamos dar liberdade à nossa paixão de jogar e à nossa amizade! E não há vitoria maior do que essa que já alcançamos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sonhar todos sonhos... tornar o nosso sonho realidade e o que nos estamos a fazer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this game! =)*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3317960743666207028-9090413619704834244?l=sarookas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarookas.blogspot.com/feeds/9090413619704834244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3317960743666207028&amp;postID=9090413619704834244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317960743666207028/posts/default/9090413619704834244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317960743666207028/posts/default/9090413619704834244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarookas.blogspot.com/2008/04/hit-them-high.html' title='hit them high'/><author><name>some girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01582273702015455407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317960743666207028.post-1503089103754264683</id><published>2008-02-12T11:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T12:08:22.184-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Até já!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q9ZqJObH7RA/R7H8LznaLiI/AAAAAAAAADM/asrHFwtx1V4/s1600-h/104_1124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q9ZqJObH7RA/R7H8LznaLiI/AAAAAAAAADM/asrHFwtx1V4/s400/104_1124.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166187527334932002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despedidas são momentos sempre difíceis... então quando sabemos que provavelmente tão cedo não voltaremos a ver essa(s) pessoa(s)!! Principalmente quando em pouco tempo essas pessoas se tornaram especiais para nós!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cidade de Beja, meus alentejanos... Obrigada por esta noite e todas as outras antes desta.. pela manha, pelas tardes, por todos os momentos.... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cidade de Beja, meus alentejanos... Um lugar aqui dentro é vosso!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cidade de Beja, meus alentejanos... Fica na esperança um Até Já!! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3317960743666207028-1503089103754264683?l=sarookas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarookas.blogspot.com/feeds/1503089103754264683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3317960743666207028&amp;postID=1503089103754264683' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317960743666207028/posts/default/1503089103754264683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317960743666207028/posts/default/1503089103754264683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarookas.blogspot.com/2008/02/at-j.html' title='Até já!!'/><author><name>some girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01582273702015455407</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/_q9ZqJObH7RA/R7H8LznaLiI/AAAAAAAAADM/asrHFwtx1V4/s72-c/104_1124.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317960743666207028.post-4136438665188045449</id><published>2008-02-10T17:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T17:57:16.347-08:00</updated><title type='text'>...quanto mais alto se voa, pior e a queda...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;... mas se tiver de cair, que seja de lugares  bem altos!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3317960743666207028-4136438665188045449?l=sarookas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarookas.blogspot.com/feeds/4136438665188045449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3317960743666207028&amp;postID=4136438665188045449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317960743666207028/posts/default/4136438665188045449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317960743666207028/posts/default/4136438665188045449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarookas.blogspot.com/2008/02/quanto-mais-alto-se-voa-pior-e-queda.html' title='...quanto mais alto se voa, pior e a queda...'/><author><name>some girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01582273702015455407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317960743666207028.post-8434833456061911705</id><published>2008-02-04T05:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T05:48:24.881-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='covo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marisa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='porto'/><title type='text'>''Aqui...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q9ZqJObH7RA/R6cWd8NHzfI/AAAAAAAAADE/yTYso6-cpkc/s1600-h/IMAG0396.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q9ZqJObH7RA/R6cWd8NHzfI/AAAAAAAAADE/yTYso6-cpkc/s400/IMAG0396.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163120201436745202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... nu lugar de Porto Covo!! =)*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=widwphp_JIo&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=widwphp_JIo&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3317960743666207028-8434833456061911705?l=sarookas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarookas.blogspot.com/feeds/8434833456061911705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3317960743666207028&amp;postID=8434833456061911705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317960743666207028/posts/default/8434833456061911705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317960743666207028/posts/default/8434833456061911705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarookas.blogspot.com/2008/02/aqui.html' title='&apos;&apos;Aqui...'/><author><name>some girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01582273702015455407</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/_q9ZqJObH7RA/R6cWd8NHzfI/AAAAAAAAADE/yTYso6-cpkc/s72-c/IMAG0396.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317960743666207028.post-2940562965765044350</id><published>2008-01-27T13:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T13:14:11.279-08:00</updated><title type='text'>beautiful... ( )</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Beautiful, you're beautiful, as beautiful as the sun&lt;br /&gt;Wonderful, you're wonderful, as wonderful as they come&lt;br /&gt;And I can't help but feel attached&lt;br /&gt;To the feelings I can't even match&lt;br /&gt;With my face pressed up to the glass, wanting you&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful, you're beautiful, as beautiful as the sky&lt;br /&gt;Wonderful, it's wonderful, to know that you're just like I&lt;br /&gt;And I'm sure you know me well, as I'm sure you don't&lt;br /&gt;But you just can't tell&lt;br /&gt;Who'll you love and who you won't&lt;br /&gt;And I love you, as you love me&lt;br /&gt;So let the clouds roll by your face&lt;br /&gt;We'll let the world spin on to another place&lt;br /&gt;We'll climb the tallest tree above it all&lt;br /&gt;To look down on you and me and them&lt;br /&gt;And I'm sure you know me well, as I'm sure you don't&lt;br /&gt;But you just can't tell, who you'll love and who you won't&lt;br /&gt;Don't let your life wrap up around you&lt;br /&gt;Don't forget to call, whenever&lt;br /&gt;I'll be here just waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;I'll be under your stars forever&lt;br /&gt;Neither here nor there just right beside you&lt;br /&gt;I'll be under the stairs forever&lt;br /&gt;Neither here nor there just right beside you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(smashing pumpkins)*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3317960743666207028-2940562965765044350?l=sarookas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarookas.blogspot.com/feeds/2940562965765044350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3317960743666207028&amp;postID=2940562965765044350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317960743666207028/posts/default/2940562965765044350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317960743666207028/posts/default/2940562965765044350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarookas.blogspot.com/2008/01/beautiful.html' title='beautiful... ( )'/><author><name>some girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01582273702015455407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317960743666207028.post-5222548079768524388</id><published>2008-01-23T17:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T17:05:01.337-08:00</updated><title type='text'>o tempo passa....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;''Deixa-te viver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Deixa-te levar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Deixa-te morrer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Que o tempo nunca vai parar!''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3317960743666207028-5222548079768524388?l=sarookas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarookas.blogspot.com/feeds/5222548079768524388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3317960743666207028&amp;postID=5222548079768524388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317960743666207028/posts/default/5222548079768524388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317960743666207028/posts/default/5222548079768524388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarookas.blogspot.com/2008/01/o-tempo-passa.html' title='o tempo passa....'/><author><name>some girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01582273702015455407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317960743666207028.post-8653002689982448083</id><published>2008-01-21T18:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T18:16:25.841-08:00</updated><title type='text'>.... (B)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;''...segredos destas cidade levo comigo para a vida!!''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3317960743666207028-8653002689982448083?l=sarookas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarookas.blogspot.com/feeds/8653002689982448083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3317960743666207028&amp;postID=8653002689982448083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317960743666207028/posts/default/8653002689982448083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317960743666207028/posts/default/8653002689982448083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarookas.blogspot.com/2008/01/b.html' title='.... (B)'/><author><name>some girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01582273702015455407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317960743666207028.post-7693946384861760879</id><published>2008-01-16T15:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T15:46:19.014-08:00</updated><title type='text'>de que e que precisas???</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q9ZqJObH7RA/R46WsivY1zI/AAAAAAAAAC8/TTbkGfUvSG8/s1600-h/DSCF1460.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q9ZqJObH7RA/R46WsivY1zI/AAAAAAAAAC8/TTbkGfUvSG8/s400/DSCF1460.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156224315369772850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;* Preciso dos meus manos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;* Preciso dos meus amigos...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Preciso dos conhecidos que também fazem parte da minha vida...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;* Preciso de desconhecidos para conhecer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;* Preciso de estrelas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;* Preciso da noite...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;* Preciso do sol...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;* Preciso da praia em todas as estações do ano...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;* Preciso do basket...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;* Preciso de me mexer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;* Preciso de adormecer sem querer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;* Preciso de comer chocolates, gelados, e todas essas coisas que sabem bem...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Preciso da comida saudável que eu adoro...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Preciso de beber agua durante todo o dia, vodka morango durante toda a noite, licores beirões nos tascos de Beja, vinho e sangria nas jantaradas, cafezinhos a qualquer hora, chá verde na pastelaria, martini rossato em jantares de família, etc etc&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Preciso de andar acompanhada apenas do mp3&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Preciso do meu carro que me leva onde quer que eu queira ir...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Preciso da fisioterapia para me sentir realizada...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Preciso de falar constantemente com as pessoas que gosto porque senao morro de saudades...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;* Preciso de estar sempre a aprender...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Preciso de ser contrariada as vexes...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Preciso de ser mimada muitas vezes...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Preciso da internet e dos telemóveis...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Preciso de sair à noite constantemente...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Preciso de viajar mais...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Preciso de muita saude&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;* Preciso de musica...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;* Preciso de ser assim como sou!! =)*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3317960743666207028-7693946384861760879?l=sarookas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarookas.blogspot.com/feeds/7693946384861760879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3317960743666207028&amp;postID=7693946384861760879' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317960743666207028/posts/default/7693946384861760879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317960743666207028/posts/default/7693946384861760879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarookas.blogspot.com/2008/01/de-que-e-que-precisas.html' title='de que e que precisas???'/><author><name>some girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01582273702015455407</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/_q9ZqJObH7RA/R46WsivY1zI/AAAAAAAAAC8/TTbkGfUvSG8/s72-c/DSCF1460.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317960743666207028.post-4354844403175997290</id><published>2008-01-06T11:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T11:55:03.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'>eterna efemera*</title><content type='html'>''E se as coisas boas da vida fossem eternas... seriamos capazes de as apreciar???''&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3317960743666207028-4354844403175997290?l=sarookas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarookas.blogspot.com/feeds/4354844403175997290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3317960743666207028&amp;postID=4354844403175997290' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317960743666207028/posts/default/4354844403175997290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317960743666207028/posts/default/4354844403175997290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarookas.blogspot.com/2008/01/eterna-efemera.html' title='eterna efemera*'/><author><name>some girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01582273702015455407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317960743666207028.post-6092700110718020632</id><published>2008-01-02T13:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T13:40:34.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'>welcome 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q9ZqJObH7RA/R3wEayvY1wI/AAAAAAAAACk/Gnh003uWf-M/s1600-h/passanogajas.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q9ZqJObH7RA/R3wEayvY1wI/AAAAAAAAACk/Gnh003uWf-M/s400/passanogajas.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150996932148647682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E foi assim, num ambiente fantástico que demos as boas vindas ao novo ano... =)*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Vaticano de novo com uma noite inesquecível!!                  (''those were the best days of my life!!'')&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3317960743666207028-6092700110718020632?l=sarookas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarookas.blogspot.com/feeds/6092700110718020632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3317960743666207028&amp;postID=6092700110718020632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317960743666207028/posts/default/6092700110718020632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317960743666207028/posts/default/6092700110718020632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarookas.blogspot.com/2008/01/welcome-2008.html' title='welcome 2008'/><author><name>some girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01582273702015455407</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/_q9ZqJObH7RA/R3wEayvY1wI/AAAAAAAAACk/Gnh003uWf-M/s72-c/passanogajas.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317960743666207028.post-5226146502128962357</id><published>2007-12-31T07:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T07:34:01.880-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FELIZ ANO NOVO!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q9ZqJObH7RA/R3kL2CvY1vI/AAAAAAAAACc/dHrG95j_Vbk/s1600-h/kikasara.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q9ZqJObH7RA/R3kL2CvY1vI/AAAAAAAAACc/dHrG95j_Vbk/s400/kikasara.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150160671951345394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com um sorriso me despeço dum ano, que de uma maneira ou de outra me marcou muito...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Foi o ano de borga absoluta, dos rallys intermináveis pelas noites académicas da povoa de Lanhoso, braga, porto, vila real, Viana, Barcelos... (ate chaves!!) LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Foi o ano em que comecei a trabalhar na melhor profissão do mundo para mim, a minha, fisioterapeuta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Conheci pessoas inesquecíveis, que me marcaram (de forma boa ou ma, marcaram-me);&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Continuei com os amigos de sempre ao meu lado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por isto e por muito mais que poderia escrever aqui chega ao fim um ano que  (como quase todos os anos da minha vida) também vai ser inesquecível...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posso afirmar com toda a certeza que sou uma pessoa feliz =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FELIZ ANO NOVO PARA TODOS SEM EXCEPÇÃO...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://br.youtube.com/watch?v=VQk2LtK680w"&gt;http://br.youtube.com/watch?v=VQk2LtK680w &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(obigada pelo video e sim... it's a wonderfull world!! =))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3317960743666207028-5226146502128962357?l=sarookas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarookas.blogspot.com/feeds/5226146502128962357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3317960743666207028&amp;postID=5226146502128962357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317960743666207028/posts/default/5226146502128962357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317960743666207028/posts/default/5226146502128962357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarookas.blogspot.com/2007/12/feliz-ano-novo.html' title='FELIZ ANO NOVO!!!'/><author><name>some girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01582273702015455407</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/_q9ZqJObH7RA/R3kL2CvY1vI/AAAAAAAAACc/dHrG95j_Vbk/s72-c/kikasara.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317960743666207028.post-4734663369259410675</id><published>2007-12-25T16:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-25T16:59:20.304-08:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Quando você se sentir triste, sozinho,                  desiludido de tudo que há na vida, olhe&lt;br /&gt;                para o céu e veja o comportamento e a missão de cada estrela:                  Todas elas&lt;br /&gt;                estão sozinhas, umas longes das outras, mas nem por isso elas                  deixam de&lt;br /&gt;                brilhar e completar o trabalho ao qual foram designadas."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3317960743666207028-4734663369259410675?l=sarookas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarookas.blogspot.com/feeds/4734663369259410675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3317960743666207028&amp;postID=4734663369259410675' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317960743666207028/posts/default/4734663369259410675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317960743666207028/posts/default/4734663369259410675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarookas.blogspot.com/2007/12/blog-post_25.html' title='...'/><author><name>some girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01582273702015455407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317960743666207028.post-3455846112011697587</id><published>2007-12-24T08:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T08:33:26.501-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FELIZ NATAL*</title><content type='html'>''Se fores ... Vai mais longe! Se fizeres... Faz diferente!! Se rires... Ri até chorar! Se sonhares... Sonha mais alto! Se arriscares... arrisca tudo! Se contares... conta comigo!!'' =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Feliz Natal&lt;/span&gt; para todos... que esta magia contagie mesmo toda a gente!! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3317960743666207028-3455846112011697587?l=sarookas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarookas.blogspot.com/feeds/3455846112011697587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3317960743666207028&amp;postID=3455846112011697587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317960743666207028/posts/default/3455846112011697587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317960743666207028/posts/default/3455846112011697587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarookas.blogspot.com/2007/12/feliz-natal.html' title='FELIZ NATAL*'/><author><name>some girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01582273702015455407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317960743666207028.post-8119785803305473100</id><published>2007-12-21T16:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T16:27:12.548-08:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>''o valor das coisas não está no tempo que duram mas sim na intensidade com que acontecem... por isso existem momentos inesquecíveis e coisas inexplicáveis...''    pa um bom entendedor meia palavra basta! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3317960743666207028-8119785803305473100?l=sarookas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarookas.blogspot.com/feeds/8119785803305473100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3317960743666207028&amp;postID=8119785803305473100' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317960743666207028/posts/default/8119785803305473100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317960743666207028/posts/default/8119785803305473100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarookas.blogspot.com/2007/12/blog-post_21.html' title='...'/><author><name>some girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01582273702015455407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317960743666207028.post-2199174003546792591</id><published>2007-12-18T15:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T15:08:53.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'>no one....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I just want you close&lt;br /&gt;Where you can stay forever&lt;br /&gt;You can be sure&lt;br /&gt;That it will only get better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and me together&lt;br /&gt;Through the days and nights&lt;br /&gt;I don't worry 'cause&lt;br /&gt;Everything's going to be alright&lt;br /&gt;People keep talking they can say what they like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; But all i know is everything's going to be alright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one, no one, no one&lt;br /&gt;Can get in the way of what I'm feeling&lt;br /&gt;No one, no one, no one&lt;br /&gt;Can get in the way of what I feel for you, you, you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; Can get in the way of what I feel for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the rain is pouring down&lt;br /&gt;And my heart is hurting&lt;br /&gt;You will always be around&lt;br /&gt;This I know for certain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and me together&lt;br /&gt;Through the days and nights&lt;br /&gt;I don't worry 'cause&lt;br /&gt;Everything's going to be alright&lt;br /&gt;People keep talking they can say what they like&lt;br /&gt;But all i know is everything's going to be alright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one, no one, no one&lt;br /&gt;Can get in the way of what I'm feeling&lt;br /&gt;No one, no one, no one&lt;br /&gt;Can get in the way of what I feel for you, you, you&lt;br /&gt;Can get in the way of what I feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know some people search the world&lt;br /&gt;To find something like what we have&lt;br /&gt;I know people will try try to divide something so real&lt;br /&gt;So till the end of time I'm telling you there ain't no one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one, no one, no one&lt;br /&gt;Can get in the way of what I'm feeling&lt;br /&gt;No one, no one, no one&lt;br /&gt;Can get in the way of what I feel for you, you, you&lt;br /&gt;Can get in the way of what I feel for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3317960743666207028-2199174003546792591?l=sarookas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarookas.blogspot.com/feeds/2199174003546792591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3317960743666207028&amp;postID=2199174003546792591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317960743666207028/posts/default/2199174003546792591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317960743666207028/posts/default/2199174003546792591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarookas.blogspot.com/2007/12/no-one.html' title='no one....'/><author><name>some girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01582273702015455407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317960743666207028.post-7048829764551505353</id><published>2007-12-12T16:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T16:29:54.172-08:00</updated><title type='text'>love is a loosing game</title><content type='html'>For you I was a flame&lt;br /&gt;Love is a losing game&lt;br /&gt;Five story fire as you came&lt;br /&gt;Love is a losing game&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I wish I never played&lt;br /&gt;Oh, what a mess we made&lt;br /&gt;And now the final frame&lt;br /&gt;Love is a losing game&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played out by the band&lt;br /&gt;Love is a losing hand&lt;br /&gt;More than I could stand&lt;br /&gt;Love is a losing hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Self professed... profound&lt;br /&gt;Till the chips were down&lt;br /&gt;...know you're a gambling man&lt;br /&gt;Love is a losing hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I'm rather blind&lt;br /&gt;Love is a fate resigned&lt;br /&gt;Memories mar my mind&lt;br /&gt;Love is a fate resigned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over futile odds&lt;br /&gt;And laughed at by the gods&lt;br /&gt;And now the final frame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O8z4oKr_SN4&amp;amp;eurl=http://blitz.aeiou.pt/gen.pl?p=stories&amp;amp;op=view&amp;amp;fokey=bz.stories/16834"&gt; Love is a losing game&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O8z4oKr_SN4&amp;amp;eurl=http://blitz.aeiou.pt/gen.pl?p=stories&amp;amp;op=view&amp;amp;fokey=bz.stories/16834&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sem forças seker para o contradizer... =|&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3317960743666207028-7048829764551505353?l=sarookas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarookas.blogspot.com/feeds/7048829764551505353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3317960743666207028&amp;postID=7048829764551505353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317960743666207028/posts/default/7048829764551505353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317960743666207028/posts/default/7048829764551505353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarookas.blogspot.com/2007/12/love-is-loosing-game.html' title='love is a loosing game'/><author><name>some girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01582273702015455407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317960743666207028.post-1480498078633428128</id><published>2007-11-11T15:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T15:11:16.837-08:00</updated><title type='text'>as pessoas que fazem os lugares...</title><content type='html'>A nossa casa é sempre a nossa casa... há os costumes, as pessoas, as lembranças... mas às vezes a vida faz-nos sair do nosso ninho... umas vezes para perto, outras para bem longe.&lt;br /&gt;Aprendi de todas as vezes que tive de me ausentar de casa (povoa de lanhoso, valência e agora Beja) que o importante quando nos ausentamos de casa é sentirmos.nos bem... dentro do novo meio para onde vamos morar... e o verdadeiro responsável por essa adaptação são as pessoas que conhecemos, que nos rodeiam e que de um momento para o outro começam a fazer parte da nossa vida... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aqui em beja a minha integração foi feita por um enorme grupo de pessoas que não tenho outro adjectivo melhor que impecáveis... tanto a nível da clínica (os doentes são simplesmente fantásticos...), a nível social e caseiro (as minhas queridas companheiras de casa e seus amigos receberam-me completamente de braços abertos...)&lt;br /&gt;Toda esta calorosa recepção só fez com que eu me sentisse tão bem aqui... independentemente de todas as saudades que sinto dos meus amigos, da minha família, do meu basket, da minha terra...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por eles, mais do que tudo... já valeu a pena ter vindo como de para quedas para uma terra que eu desconhecia.. e que tinha uma ideia completamente diferente...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3317960743666207028-1480498078633428128?l=sarookas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarookas.blogspot.com/feeds/1480498078633428128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3317960743666207028&amp;postID=1480498078633428128' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317960743666207028/posts/default/1480498078633428128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317960743666207028/posts/default/1480498078633428128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarookas.blogspot.com/2007/11/as-pessoas-que-fazem-os-lugares.html' title='as pessoas que fazem os lugares...'/><author><name>some girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01582273702015455407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317960743666207028.post-5581556963118408738</id><published>2007-11-04T07:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T07:29:27.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'>facil de entender...</title><content type='html'>Talvez por não saber falar de cor, imaginei&lt;br /&gt;Talvez por saber o que não será melhor, aproximei&lt;br /&gt;Meu corpo é o teu corpo, o desejo entregue a nós...sei lá eu o que queres dizer.&lt;br /&gt;Despedir-me de ti, "Adeus, um dia, voltarei a ser feliz."&lt;br /&gt;Eu já não sei se sei o que é sentir o teu amor não sei o que é sentir.&lt;br /&gt;Se por falar, falei, pensei que se falasse era fácil de entender.&lt;br /&gt;Talvez por não saber falar de cor, imaginei.&lt;br /&gt;Triste é o virar de costas, o último adeus sabe Deus o que quero dizer.&lt;br /&gt;Obrigado por saberes cuidar de mim, tratar de mim, olhar para mim...&lt;br /&gt;Escutar quem sou e se ao menos tudo fosse igual a ti...&lt;br /&gt;Eu já não sei se sei o que é sentir o teu amor não sei o que é sentir.&lt;br /&gt;Se por falar, falei, pensei que se falasse era fácil de entender.&lt;br /&gt;Eu já não sei se sei o que é sentir o teu amor não sei o que é sentir.&lt;br /&gt;Se por falar, falei, pensei que se falasse era fácil de entender. É o amor que chega ao fim. Um final assim, assim é mais fácil de entender... Eu já não sei se sei o que é sentir o teu amor não sei o que é sentir.&lt;br /&gt;Se por falar, falei, pensei que se falasse é mais fácil de entender.&lt;br /&gt;Eu já não sei se sei o que é sentir o teu amor não sei o que é sentir.&lt;br /&gt;Se por falar, falei, pensei que se falasse era fácil de entender.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3317960743666207028-5581556963118408738?l=sarookas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarookas.blogspot.com/feeds/5581556963118408738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3317960743666207028&amp;postID=5581556963118408738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317960743666207028/posts/default/5581556963118408738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317960743666207028/posts/default/5581556963118408738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarookas.blogspot.com/2007/11/facil-de-entender.html' title='facil de entender...'/><author><name>some girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01582273702015455407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317960743666207028.post-7124236623581863928</id><published>2007-10-31T21:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T18:40:52.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'>those were the best days of my life</title><content type='html'>é difícil dizer quais foram... mas e fácil dizer quem pertenceu a eles: (K)ika. (R)ika. (Juka). (P)intas.(C)larinha.(G)uigas.(K)atia.(D)ik.(B)ogas.T(ixa).(M)arlene.&lt;br /&gt;J(oana).(A)ngela.(K)eke.(C)aca.(I)rene.(C)laudia.(L)oira.(L)eitão.(T)iago.&lt;br /&gt;(S)eara.(A)na.(I)nes.(M)ariana.(P)alenta.(N)ando.(R)ugal.(C)arla.&lt;br /&gt;(K)eiopa.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felizmente outros mais virão, tantos recentes: Claudia, Marisa, Lenhinha... etc etc (Beja)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os amigos... serão sempre amigos...não importa a distancia...o tempo... o sentimento... =)*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Até sempre....!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3317960743666207028-7124236623581863928?l=sarookas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarookas.blogspot.com/feeds/7124236623581863928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3317960743666207028&amp;postID=7124236623581863928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317960743666207028/posts/default/7124236623581863928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317960743666207028/posts/default/7124236623581863928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarookas.blogspot.com/2007/10/those-were-best-days-of-my-life.html' title='those were the best days of my life'/><author><name>some girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01582273702015455407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3317960743666207028.post-6042480215171277108</id><published>2007-10-26T18:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T18:19:43.132-07:00</updated><title type='text'>uma nova experiencia...</title><content type='html'>As voltas que a vida é capaz de dar nós nunca iremos compreender... às vezes para pior, outras para melhor, umas esperadas, outras nem por isso...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Um truque? Encarar cada mudança, cada desafio, cada oportunidade!? com coragem, força, garra e um sorriso na cara... pensar que nada acontece por acaso e que a nossa vida tem de ser vivida... um passo de cada vez em muitas direcções diferentes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Desde dia 21 de Outubro estou em Beja (sim no Alentejo) a fazer um estagio profissional... nunca pensei mas foi uma oportunidade que não quis desperdiçar... custou aceitar, custou... mas tem de ser, há decisões que custam mas que têm de ser tomadas... e eu tomei a minha! Vim e vou agarrar esta experiência  para crescer mais!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Saudades?? Imensas... de tudo... de todos... daquelas pequenas coisas que só nos lembramos delas quando não as temos... aprendo cada vez mais a dar valor àquilo e a quem gosto... aprendo a aproveitar melhor os momentos...       ''como se não houvesse amanha''!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Quando voltar, daqui a uns tempos vou levar daqui meses de trabalho na área que gosto, novos conhecimentos, novas amizades, novas experiências.. a vocês (nem preciso de dizer nomes...)  tenho-vos sempre no coração!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;''novas estradas... e força para as abrir... novos dias... e calma para os sentir...'' (*)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3317960743666207028-6042480215171277108?l=sarookas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarookas.blogspot.com/feeds/6042480215171277108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3317960743666207028&amp;postID=6042480215171277108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317960743666207028/posts/default/6042480215171277108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3317960743666207028/posts/default/6042480215171277108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarookas.blogspot.com/2007/10/uma-nova-experiencia.html' title='uma nova experiencia...'/><author><name>some girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01582273702015455407</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
