<?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-3438839580588833269</id><updated>2012-02-16T11:46:12.422Z</updated><category term='Dúvidas existenciais'/><category term='Ódios de estimação'/><category term='Até sinto vergonha'/><category term='Gossip'/><category term='Não cabe em lado nenhum'/><category term='Maternidade'/><category term='Factos'/><category term='Contado ninguém acredita'/><title type='text'>Pensamentos</title><subtitle type='html'>Alguns soltos, outros mais pensados. Coisas sobre as quais me apetece escrever. Partilhar. Brincar. Gozar. Porque a vida são dois dias e o melhor remédio é rir. Palavra de honra.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://perguntasretoricas.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438839580588833269/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perguntasretoricas.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Princesa Amidala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18306027824660515621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q9azwEfF7vM/SmQ9FvHTQ4I/AAAAAAAABDk/jo1m4sNK6AQ/S220/020.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>76</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438839580588833269.post-5080012416273857387</id><published>2010-01-04T16:33:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-01-04T16:36:33.547Z</updated><title type='text'>The big finale</title><content type='html'>Isto dos blogues também se pode tornar numa coisa chata. &lt;div&gt;E é tudo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3438839580588833269-5080012416273857387?l=perguntasretoricas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438839580588833269/posts/default/5080012416273857387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438839580588833269/posts/default/5080012416273857387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perguntasretoricas.blogspot.com/2010/01/big-finale.html' title='The big finale'/><author><name>Princesa Amidala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18306027824660515621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q9azwEfF7vM/SmQ9FvHTQ4I/AAAAAAAABDk/jo1m4sNK6AQ/S220/020.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438839580588833269.post-5642276561617082257</id><published>2009-12-11T14:51:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-12-11T14:54:59.507Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Contado ninguém acredita'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A única coisa que me ocorre depois de ler &lt;a href="http://sol.sapo.pt/PaginaInicial/Vida/Interior.aspx?content_id=155358&amp;amp;tab=community"&gt;isto&lt;/a&gt; é:&lt;br /&gt;SÓ MESMO nos Estados Unidos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3438839580588833269-5642276561617082257?l=perguntasretoricas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438839580588833269/posts/default/5642276561617082257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438839580588833269/posts/default/5642276561617082257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perguntasretoricas.blogspot.com/2009/12/unica-coisa-que-me-ocorre-depois-de-ler.html' title=''/><author><name>Princesa Amidala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18306027824660515621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q9azwEfF7vM/SmQ9FvHTQ4I/AAAAAAAABDk/jo1m4sNK6AQ/S220/020.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438839580588833269.post-5810288461846742975</id><published>2009-12-02T11:50:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-12-02T14:53:11.507Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Posso lá andar triste ?&lt;br /&gt;Quando o senhor minúsculo me diz, quase diariamente:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- A mamã é bonita !&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3438839580588833269-5810288461846742975?l=perguntasretoricas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438839580588833269/posts/default/5810288461846742975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438839580588833269/posts/default/5810288461846742975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perguntasretoricas.blogspot.com/2009/12/posso-la-andar-triste-quando-o-senhor.html' title=''/><author><name>Princesa Amidala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18306027824660515621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q9azwEfF7vM/SmQ9FvHTQ4I/AAAAAAAABDk/jo1m4sNK6AQ/S220/020.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438839580588833269.post-6051066542793630594</id><published>2009-11-27T15:31:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-11-27T15:35:42.682Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q9azwEfF7vM/Sw_xT_wTJuI/AAAAAAAABo4/PxN8s5hWqUs/s1600/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 312px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408807003329079010" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q9azwEfF7vM/Sw_xT_wTJuI/AAAAAAAABo4/PxN8s5hWqUs/s400/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flagrantedelicia.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;De babar. Literalmente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3438839580588833269-6051066542793630594?l=perguntasretoricas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438839580588833269/posts/default/6051066542793630594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438839580588833269/posts/default/6051066542793630594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perguntasretoricas.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Princesa Amidala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18306027824660515621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q9azwEfF7vM/SmQ9FvHTQ4I/AAAAAAAABDk/jo1m4sNK6AQ/S220/020.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q9azwEfF7vM/Sw_xT_wTJuI/AAAAAAAABo4/PxN8s5hWqUs/s72-c/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438839580588833269.post-4279172296099288872</id><published>2009-11-27T15:09:00.009Z</published><updated>2009-12-02T15:08:49.362Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Sobre o Facebook &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah e tal, sou tão cool e tenho pensamentos altamente intelectuais e ponho fotos giras dos putos e adiro a causas humanitárias, e gosto imenso de vídeos de música alternativa e de exposições de arte moderna e tenho tantos amigos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3438839580588833269-4279172296099288872?l=perguntasretoricas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438839580588833269/posts/default/4279172296099288872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438839580588833269/posts/default/4279172296099288872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perguntasretoricas.blogspot.com/2009/11/sobre-o-facebook-os-trintoes-e-os.html' title=''/><author><name>Princesa Amidala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18306027824660515621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q9azwEfF7vM/SmQ9FvHTQ4I/AAAAAAAABDk/jo1m4sNK6AQ/S220/020.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438839580588833269.post-454096275056613232</id><published>2009-11-25T15:31:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-11-25T15:34:20.097Z</updated><title type='text'>Ódios de Estimação #7</title><content type='html'>A palavra "n".&lt;br /&gt;Apesar de a ouvir com bastante menos frequência, irrita-me profundamente o "n razões ... n coisas ... etc, etc ...".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3438839580588833269-454096275056613232?l=perguntasretoricas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438839580588833269/posts/default/454096275056613232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438839580588833269/posts/default/454096275056613232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perguntasretoricas.blogspot.com/2009/11/odios-de-estimacao-7.html' title='Ódios de Estimação #7'/><author><name>Princesa Amidala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18306027824660515621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q9azwEfF7vM/SmQ9FvHTQ4I/AAAAAAAABDk/jo1m4sNK6AQ/S220/020.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438839580588833269.post-8493749930822023147</id><published>2009-11-24T13:41:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-11-24T13:44:17.584Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Linha de atendimento da SS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para NÃO me responderem a uma pergunta relacionada com o novo código do trabalho, tive de dar o meu número da segurança social, cartão de contribuinte, nome completo, data de nascimento e morada.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3438839580588833269-8493749930822023147?l=perguntasretoricas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438839580588833269/posts/default/8493749930822023147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438839580588833269/posts/default/8493749930822023147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perguntasretoricas.blogspot.com/2009/11/linha-de-atendimento-da-ss-para-nao-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Princesa Amidala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18306027824660515621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q9azwEfF7vM/SmQ9FvHTQ4I/AAAAAAAABDk/jo1m4sNK6AQ/S220/020.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438839580588833269.post-1128910118421283453</id><published>2009-11-17T11:56:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-11-17T11:57:40.402Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dia do Não Fumador&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q9azwEfF7vM/SwKPosLhzxI/AAAAAAAABl4/O8i0d5ilvRk/s1600/tumblr_kt7r88iwqf1qzr04eo1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 306px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405040432015068946" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q9azwEfF7vM/SwKPosLhzxI/AAAAAAAABl4/O8i0d5ilvRk/s320/tumblr_kt7r88iwqf1qzr04eo1_400.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3438839580588833269-1128910118421283453?l=perguntasretoricas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438839580588833269/posts/default/1128910118421283453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438839580588833269/posts/default/1128910118421283453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perguntasretoricas.blogspot.com/2009/11/dia-do-nao-fumador.html' title=''/><author><name>Princesa Amidala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18306027824660515621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q9azwEfF7vM/SmQ9FvHTQ4I/AAAAAAAABDk/jo1m4sNK6AQ/S220/020.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q9azwEfF7vM/SwKPosLhzxI/AAAAAAAABl4/O8i0d5ilvRk/s72-c/tumblr_kt7r88iwqf1qzr04eo1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438839580588833269.post-7590576193726944788</id><published>2009-11-10T15:31:00.013Z</published><updated>2009-11-25T15:38:30.756Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Contado ninguém acredita'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Gays portugueses poderão vir a beneficiar dos 10% de desconto nas embalagens de leite meio gordo, papa cérelac embalagem familiar e dos 5% de desconto no cartão nos primeiros 10 dias do mês &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"O casamento homossexual é uma opção que para mim faz todo o sentido (....). Abre possibilidades até aqui negadas como pedir o cartão família num supermercado."&lt;br /&gt;Solange F.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3438839580588833269-7590576193726944788?l=perguntasretoricas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438839580588833269/posts/default/7590576193726944788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438839580588833269/posts/default/7590576193726944788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perguntasretoricas.blogspot.com/2009/11/sem-comentarios.html' title=''/><author><name>Princesa Amidala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18306027824660515621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q9azwEfF7vM/SmQ9FvHTQ4I/AAAAAAAABDk/jo1m4sNK6AQ/S220/020.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438839580588833269.post-964481608748144948</id><published>2009-11-10T09:07:00.005Z</published><updated>2009-11-10T10:05:19.477Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Factos'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Arquitonto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sobre a crónica desta semana do Director do Jornal SOL, &lt;a href="http://sol.sapo.pt/blogs/jas/archive/2009/11/06/A-homossexualidade-est_E100_-na-moda_3F00_-.aspx"&gt;A homossexualidade está na moda ?&lt;/a&gt; ocorrem-me assim de repente uma série de impropérios.&lt;br /&gt;Não perderei aqui o meu tempo com ela.&lt;br /&gt;É uma amálgama mal amanhada, incoerente, pouco objectiva e profundamente estúpida.&lt;br /&gt;Lembra-me vagamente a minha vizinha de baixo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3438839580588833269-964481608748144948?l=perguntasretoricas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438839580588833269/posts/default/964481608748144948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438839580588833269/posts/default/964481608748144948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perguntasretoricas.blogspot.com/2009/11/sobre-cronica-desta-semana-do-director.html' title=''/><author><name>Princesa Amidala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18306027824660515621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q9azwEfF7vM/SmQ9FvHTQ4I/AAAAAAAABDk/jo1m4sNK6AQ/S220/020.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438839580588833269.post-5812903922533501538</id><published>2009-11-09T15:06:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-11-25T15:45:27.276Z</updated><title type='text'>Isto dos blogues é muito cansativo</title><content type='html'>Sabemos que estamos doentes, quando reescrevemos a mesma frase mais de 10 vezes. É uma vírgula a mais, é uma palavra repetida, é um pronome indefinido que fica mal, é um título que pode ser melhorado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[Não falo de mim como é óbvio].&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3438839580588833269-5812903922533501538?l=perguntasretoricas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438839580588833269/posts/default/5812903922533501538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438839580588833269/posts/default/5812903922533501538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perguntasretoricas.blogspot.com/2009/11/isto-dos-blogues-nao-e-nada-facil.html' title='Isto dos blogues é muito cansativo'/><author><name>Princesa Amidala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18306027824660515621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q9azwEfF7vM/SmQ9FvHTQ4I/AAAAAAAABDk/jo1m4sNK6AQ/S220/020.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438839580588833269.post-5563955475478437386</id><published>2009-11-09T10:48:00.006Z</published><updated>2009-11-09T15:05:56.341Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Até sinto vergonha'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://perguntasretoricas.blogspot.com/2009/06/e-impressao-minha-ou-aquela-musica-de.html"&gt;Quando pensava que já tinha sido inventada a música com a letra mais estúpida de todos os tempos&lt;/a&gt;, eis que surge "Báaaazuca".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#009900;"&gt;[O terceiro lugar iria muito provavelmente para aquela do "m&lt;em&gt;y friends and my car, and my car and my friends"&lt;/em&gt; desse brilhante songwriter português].&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3438839580588833269-5563955475478437386?l=perguntasretoricas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438839580588833269/posts/default/5563955475478437386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438839580588833269/posts/default/5563955475478437386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perguntasretoricas.blogspot.com/2009/11/quando-pensava-que-ja-tinha-sido.html' title=''/><author><name>Princesa Amidala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18306027824660515621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q9azwEfF7vM/SmQ9FvHTQ4I/AAAAAAAABDk/jo1m4sNK6AQ/S220/020.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438839580588833269.post-3542000715169357617</id><published>2009-11-05T15:11:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-11-09T15:06:38.891Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Contado ninguém acredita'/><title type='text'>Parece-me bem</title><content type='html'>Ontem ouvia na rádio um debate acerca do caso da proibição de crucifixos numa sala de aula em Itália. Um dos intervenientes era totalmente contra a sua utilização. Um tal de sociólogo chamado &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Moisés Espírito Santo&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3438839580588833269-3542000715169357617?l=perguntasretoricas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438839580588833269/posts/default/3542000715169357617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438839580588833269/posts/default/3542000715169357617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perguntasretoricas.blogspot.com/2009/11/parece-me-bem.html' title='Parece-me bem'/><author><name>Princesa Amidala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18306027824660515621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q9azwEfF7vM/SmQ9FvHTQ4I/AAAAAAAABDk/jo1m4sNK6AQ/S220/020.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438839580588833269.post-1136643754059541922</id><published>2009-11-02T10:50:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-11-02T10:53:32.423Z</updated><title type='text'>Ódios de Estimação #6</title><content type='html'>Os histéricos, que ao mínimo sinal de alarme, ligam os quatro piscas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3438839580588833269-1136643754059541922?l=perguntasretoricas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438839580588833269/posts/default/1136643754059541922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438839580588833269/posts/default/1136643754059541922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perguntasretoricas.blogspot.com/2009/11/odios-de-estimacao-6.html' title='Ódios de Estimação #6'/><author><name>Princesa Amidala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18306027824660515621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q9azwEfF7vM/SmQ9FvHTQ4I/AAAAAAAABDk/jo1m4sNK6AQ/S220/020.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438839580588833269.post-590648303422009732</id><published>2009-10-28T10:14:00.005Z</published><updated>2009-10-29T14:57:36.770Z</updated><title type='text'>Dos blogues masculinos</title><content type='html'>Não consigo deixar de pensar que os homens que escrevem maravilhosamente bem e com imensa piada, serão provavelmente carecas, gordos e cheiram mal dos pés.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3438839580588833269-590648303422009732?l=perguntasretoricas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438839580588833269/posts/default/590648303422009732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438839580588833269/posts/default/590648303422009732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perguntasretoricas.blogspot.com/2009/10/dos-blogues-masculinos.html' title='Dos blogues masculinos'/><author><name>Princesa Amidala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18306027824660515621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q9azwEfF7vM/SmQ9FvHTQ4I/AAAAAAAABDk/jo1m4sNK6AQ/S220/020.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438839580588833269.post-5871033396424519145</id><published>2009-10-26T15:42:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-10-26T15:45:45.725Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q9azwEfF7vM/SuXDrdeZSrI/AAAAAAAABXs/huG44qPUanc/s1600-h/Philip_Seymour_Hoffman_in_Charlie_Wilsons_War_Wallpaper_10_800.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396934879887313586" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q9azwEfF7vM/SuXDrdeZSrI/AAAAAAAABXs/huG44qPUanc/s400/Philip_Seymour_Hoffman_in_Charlie_Wilsons_War_Wallpaper_10_800.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q9azwEfF7vM/SuXDnE0mWQI/AAAAAAAABXk/MVXjxLjwoc8/s1600-h/Philip_Seymour_Hoffman_in_Charlie_Wilsons_War_Wallpaper_10_800.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Por 5 euros na Fnac. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Um óptimo filme e uma ainda melhor prenda de Natal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3438839580588833269-5871033396424519145?l=perguntasretoricas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438839580588833269/posts/default/5871033396424519145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438839580588833269/posts/default/5871033396424519145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perguntasretoricas.blogspot.com/2009/10/por-5-euros-na-fnac.html' title=''/><author><name>Princesa Amidala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18306027824660515621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q9azwEfF7vM/SmQ9FvHTQ4I/AAAAAAAABDk/jo1m4sNK6AQ/S220/020.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q9azwEfF7vM/SuXDrdeZSrI/AAAAAAAABXs/huG44qPUanc/s72-c/Philip_Seymour_Hoffman_in_Charlie_Wilsons_War_Wallpaper_10_800.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438839580588833269.post-7173273032152417131</id><published>2009-10-20T10:48:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T14:12:14.433+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O chato do politicamente correcto</title><content type='html'>Juro que não entendo o histerismo todo em redor da vinda a Portugal do senhor irlandês e respectiva banda.&lt;br /&gt;Um lenço com ranho. É o que penso sobre a sua música.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3438839580588833269-7173273032152417131?l=perguntasretoricas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438839580588833269/posts/default/7173273032152417131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438839580588833269/posts/default/7173273032152417131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perguntasretoricas.blogspot.com/2009/10/o-chato-do-politicamente-correcto.html' title='O chato do politicamente correcto'/><author><name>Princesa Amidala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18306027824660515621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q9azwEfF7vM/SmQ9FvHTQ4I/AAAAAAAABDk/jo1m4sNK6AQ/S220/020.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438839580588833269.post-1457332671901967289</id><published>2009-10-16T09:54:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T09:55:04.893+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sobre o tal vídeo da Maité Proença de que toda a gente fala e que afinal até já tem dois anos, está tudo dito &lt;a href="http://www.rititi.com/2009/10/ai-se-faltasse-so-o-sentido-de-humor-e.html"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3438839580588833269-1457332671901967289?l=perguntasretoricas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438839580588833269/posts/default/1457332671901967289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438839580588833269/posts/default/1457332671901967289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perguntasretoricas.blogspot.com/2009/10/sobre-o-tal-video-da-maite-proenca-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Princesa Amidala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18306027824660515621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q9azwEfF7vM/SmQ9FvHTQ4I/AAAAAAAABDk/jo1m4sNK6AQ/S220/020.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438839580588833269.post-2155102158002796755</id><published>2009-10-15T14:51:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T10:42:29.662Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Depois de escrever a mensagem anterior, lembrei-me que o Jesus Luz (namorado de Madonna) tem a idade do meu irmão mais novo.&lt;br /&gt;Tive absolutamente de mudar o título "E não é tão bom ser rica, famosa e ... rica ?".&lt;br /&gt;Não ficava bem.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3438839580588833269-2155102158002796755?l=perguntasretoricas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438839580588833269/posts/default/2155102158002796755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438839580588833269/posts/default/2155102158002796755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perguntasretoricas.blogspot.com/2009/10/um-novo-significado-para-palavra.html' title=''/><author><name>Princesa Amidala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18306027824660515621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q9azwEfF7vM/SmQ9FvHTQ4I/AAAAAAAABDk/jo1m4sNK6AQ/S220/020.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438839580588833269.post-1332664764601033676</id><published>2009-10-15T14:21:00.012+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T15:51:39.532Z</updated><title type='text'>A devoradora de criancinhas</title><content type='html'>Quando questionada sobre o facto de ter um namorado de 22 anos, Madonna respondeu:&lt;br /&gt;"As pessoas mais jovens são, geralmente, mais aventureiras, mais abertas e engraçadas. Os homens da minha idade são casados, divorciados ou rabugentos, gordos e carecas".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#009900;"&gt;[Tanta aventura terá um preço certamente. Tipo pacote da Vida É Bela. Pelo que sei, pressupõe um apartamento em Manhattan, um curso de DJ com os melhores profissionais, contratos como modelo e "connections" que dinheiro algum pagará].&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3438839580588833269-1332664764601033676?l=perguntasretoricas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438839580588833269/posts/default/1332664764601033676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438839580588833269/posts/default/1332664764601033676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perguntasretoricas.blogspot.com/2009/10/how-about-that.html' title='A devoradora de criancinhas'/><author><name>Princesa Amidala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18306027824660515621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q9azwEfF7vM/SmQ9FvHTQ4I/AAAAAAAABDk/jo1m4sNK6AQ/S220/020.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438839580588833269.post-1265031412372805182</id><published>2009-10-14T10:24:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T10:24:34.808+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Quem disse que o dinheiro não traz felicidade, estava certamente a referir-se a muito muito muito (mesmo muito) dinheiro. Tenho a certeza disso.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3438839580588833269-1265031412372805182?l=perguntasretoricas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438839580588833269/posts/default/1265031412372805182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438839580588833269/posts/default/1265031412372805182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perguntasretoricas.blogspot.com/2009/10/quem-disse-que-o-dinheiro-nao-traz.html' title=''/><author><name>Princesa Amidala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18306027824660515621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q9azwEfF7vM/SmQ9FvHTQ4I/AAAAAAAABDk/jo1m4sNK6AQ/S220/020.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438839580588833269.post-5269955462603691837</id><published>2009-10-06T11:44:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T11:56:01.058+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ando enjoada da blogosfera.&lt;br /&gt;Pelo menos da minha blogosfera conhecida.&lt;br /&gt;Parece que de repente todos aqueles blogues que eu gostava foram acometidos por uma febre de superficialidade e de apego a coisas materiais sem explicação!&lt;br /&gt;As meninas, que até escrevem bem e com piada, só falam em sapatos, compras, viagens e... sapatos. Irrita-me também andarem constantemente a bajularem-se umas às outras, naquele troca-troca de links, de frases entre aspas e de imagens dos ditos sapatos.&lt;br /&gt;Que enjoo, credo.&lt;br /&gt;No entanto não gosto de blogues pseudo-profundos e intelectuais, os tais das imagens das naturezas-mortas, dos poemas e das citações. Muito menos dos políticos.&lt;br /&gt;Para coisas profundas, sento-me confortavelmente no sofá e leio um livro.&lt;br /&gt;[E já escrevi de mais. Acho.]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3438839580588833269-5269955462603691837?l=perguntasretoricas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438839580588833269/posts/default/5269955462603691837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438839580588833269/posts/default/5269955462603691837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perguntasretoricas.blogspot.com/2009/10/ando-enjoada-da-blogosfera.html' title=''/><author><name>Princesa Amidala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18306027824660515621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q9azwEfF7vM/SmQ9FvHTQ4I/AAAAAAAABDk/jo1m4sNK6AQ/S220/020.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438839580588833269.post-607690158556996922</id><published>2009-10-01T15:32:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T15:35:32.890+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Contado ninguém acredita'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ando tão cansada com o regresso ao trabalho, com todo o sono acumulado e com outras chatices que tais, que a minha leitura antes do deitar tem variado entre duas páginas do último livro dos Baby Blues e o jornal do Lidl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3438839580588833269-607690158556996922?l=perguntasretoricas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438839580588833269/posts/default/607690158556996922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438839580588833269/posts/default/607690158556996922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perguntasretoricas.blogspot.com/2009/10/ando-tao-cansada-com-o-regresso-ao.html' title=''/><author><name>Princesa Amidala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18306027824660515621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q9azwEfF7vM/SmQ9FvHTQ4I/AAAAAAAABDk/jo1m4sNK6AQ/S220/020.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438839580588833269.post-3468383383460028546</id><published>2009-09-22T16:14:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T16:26:42.123+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Factos'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Descobri que afinal não gosto de bolas de berlim na praia.&lt;br /&gt;Pelo menos as da Manta Rota.&lt;br /&gt;Descobri também que as praias do lado Espanhol, mesmo ali coladinhas a Vila Real de Santo António, são mais sossegadas, limpas, arejadas e ordenadas do que as nossas.&lt;br /&gt;E que ainda vendem o gelado Pé.&lt;br /&gt;E que as pessoas em geral (portugueses e espanhóis) estão gordas. Bastante mesmo. E que as mulheres passaram a encarar o biquini como um direito adquirido e não como uma questão estética. Muitas arriscam mesmo (indevidamente) a cueca fio dental.&lt;br /&gt;E por agora é tudo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3438839580588833269-3468383383460028546?l=perguntasretoricas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438839580588833269/posts/default/3468383383460028546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438839580588833269/posts/default/3468383383460028546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perguntasretoricas.blogspot.com/2009/09/descobri-que-afinal-nao-gosto-de-bolas.html' title=''/><author><name>Princesa Amidala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18306027824660515621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q9azwEfF7vM/SmQ9FvHTQ4I/AAAAAAAABDk/jo1m4sNK6AQ/S220/020.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438839580588833269.post-2162807264640445657</id><published>2009-08-28T10:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T10:59:05.564+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Factos'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q9azwEfF7vM/SpeqOSMQLsI/AAAAAAAABSk/lzgzDnaiTMo/s1600-h/75042~Beach-Posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374951842668097218" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 159px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q9azwEfF7vM/SpeqOSMQLsI/AAAAAAAABSk/lzgzDnaiTMo/s400/75042~Beach-Posters.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;... durante duas semanas:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3438839580588833269-2162807264640445657?l=perguntasretoricas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438839580588833269/posts/default/2162807264640445657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438839580588833269/posts/default/2162807264640445657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perguntasretoricas.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post_28.html' title=''/><author><name>Princesa Amidala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18306027824660515621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q9azwEfF7vM/SmQ9FvHTQ4I/AAAAAAAABDk/jo1m4sNK6AQ/S220/020.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q9azwEfF7vM/SpeqOSMQLsI/AAAAAAAABSk/lzgzDnaiTMo/s72-c/75042~Beach-Posters.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438839580588833269.post-2845353635507177031</id><published>2009-08-27T10:45:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T15:16:34.575+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Factos'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Aqui fica o anúncio, criado pela Agência Executive Center, para celebrar a chegada dos Simpsons à televisão angolana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q9azwEfF7vM/SpZWE9ydD5I/AAAAAAAABR0/YzgPcPczHx4/s1600-h/simpsons-angola.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374577848618913682" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 202px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q9azwEfF7vM/SpZWE9ydD5I/AAAAAAAABR0/YzgPcPczHx4/s400/simpsons-angola.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;* E porque faz hoje exactamente 20 anos que o primeiro episódio dos Simpsons foi transmitido, aqui ficam os meus sinceros parabéns.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;** Algumas curiosidades sobre os Simpsons:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;- A equipa que escreve os Simpsons é formada por 16 elementos.&lt;br /&gt;- Cada episódio demora seis meses a ser produzido.&lt;br /&gt;- A expressão “Doh” do Homer já faz parte do &lt;em&gt;Oxford English Dictionary&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;- Os actores que dão voz aos personagens são pagos a 400 000 dólares por episódio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;- Cada episódio é composto por cerca de 24 000 desenhos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3438839580588833269-2845353635507177031?l=perguntasretoricas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438839580588833269/posts/default/2845353635507177031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438839580588833269/posts/default/2845353635507177031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perguntasretoricas.blogspot.com/2009/08/para-celebrar-chegada-de-os-simpsons-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Princesa Amidala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18306027824660515621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q9azwEfF7vM/SmQ9FvHTQ4I/AAAAAAAABDk/jo1m4sNK6AQ/S220/020.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q9azwEfF7vM/SpZWE9ydD5I/AAAAAAAABR0/YzgPcPczHx4/s72-c/simpsons-angola.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438839580588833269.post-5180622221728941842</id><published>2009-08-25T09:35:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T09:58:51.460+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ódios de estimação'/><title type='text'>Ódios de Estimação #5</title><content type='html'>Blogues cheios de fotografias de gatinhos e cãezinhos, acompanhados de mensagens melosas. Como se de pessoas se tratassem.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3438839580588833269-5180622221728941842?l=perguntasretoricas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438839580588833269/posts/default/5180622221728941842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438839580588833269/posts/default/5180622221728941842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perguntasretoricas.blogspot.com/2009/08/odios-de-estimacao-5.html' title='Ódios de Estimação #5'/><author><name>Princesa Amidala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18306027824660515621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q9azwEfF7vM/SmQ9FvHTQ4I/AAAAAAAABDk/jo1m4sNK6AQ/S220/020.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438839580588833269.post-6606244610279027164</id><published>2009-08-24T15:02:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T15:02:53.881+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gossip'/><title type='text'>So true</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.dailymail.co.uk/femail/article-1208526/Oh-Gwynnie-youre-SO-annoying.html"&gt;Oh Gwynnie you're SO annoying !!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3438839580588833269-6606244610279027164?l=perguntasretoricas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438839580588833269/posts/default/6606244610279027164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438839580588833269/posts/default/6606244610279027164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perguntasretoricas.blogspot.com/2009/08/so-true.html' title='So true'/><author><name>Princesa Amidala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18306027824660515621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q9azwEfF7vM/SmQ9FvHTQ4I/AAAAAAAABDk/jo1m4sNK6AQ/S220/020.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438839580588833269.post-6384733563936487120</id><published>2009-08-21T15:03:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T15:08:19.528+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Contado ninguém acredita'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hoje de manhã, no caminho para o trabalho, vinha a ouvir a antena 3, e a locutora que comentava umas notícias publicadas num jornal inglês online &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Melody Maker ou qualquer coisa do género)&lt;/span&gt; repetiu várias vezes a palavra "&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;cotações&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;Quereria ela dizer citações (quotations) ?&lt;br /&gt;Enfim ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3438839580588833269-6384733563936487120?l=perguntasretoricas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438839580588833269/posts/default/6384733563936487120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438839580588833269/posts/default/6384733563936487120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perguntasretoricas.blogspot.com/2009/08/hoje-de-manha-no-caminho-para-o.html' title=''/><author><name>Princesa Amidala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18306027824660515621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q9azwEfF7vM/SmQ9FvHTQ4I/AAAAAAAABDk/jo1m4sNK6AQ/S220/020.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438839580588833269.post-6506305916394913406</id><published>2009-08-19T16:04:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T16:12:44.790+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Contado ninguém acredita'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Um destes dias deparei-me com um pequeno anúncio online do género:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Vais morrer de acidente?&lt;br /&gt;Se calhar vais. Calcula aqui a tua probabilidade!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;No final fazia-se publicitava-se o site &lt;a href="http://www.comovaismorrer.com/"&gt;http://www.comovaismorrer.com&lt;/a&gt;, onde se poderiam encontrar testes semelhantes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#009900;"&gt;Haverá mesmo pessoas a responder a este tipo de questionários ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3438839580588833269-6506305916394913406?l=perguntasretoricas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438839580588833269/posts/default/6506305916394913406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438839580588833269/posts/default/6506305916394913406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perguntasretoricas.blogspot.com/2009/08/um-destes-dias-deparei-me-com-um.html' title=''/><author><name>Princesa Amidala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18306027824660515621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q9azwEfF7vM/SmQ9FvHTQ4I/AAAAAAAABDk/jo1m4sNK6AQ/S220/020.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438839580588833269.post-5603813123963956446</id><published>2009-08-13T15:11:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T15:12:03.010+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ódios de estimação'/><title type='text'>Ódios de Estimação #4</title><content type='html'>As músicas que se ouvem nos centros comerciais.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3438839580588833269-5603813123963956446?l=perguntasretoricas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438839580588833269/posts/default/5603813123963956446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438839580588833269/posts/default/5603813123963956446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perguntasretoricas.blogspot.com/2009/08/odios-de-estimacao-4.html' title='Ódios de Estimação #4'/><author><name>Princesa Amidala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18306027824660515621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q9azwEfF7vM/SmQ9FvHTQ4I/AAAAAAAABDk/jo1m4sNK6AQ/S220/020.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438839580588833269.post-8778727285937418890</id><published>2009-08-12T15:24:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T15:13:05.687+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gossip'/><title type='text'>A importância da beleza interior</title><content type='html'>Depois de Bar Refaeli e de Gisele Bündchen,&lt;br /&gt;eis a nova namorada de Leonardo DiCaprio:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q9azwEfF7vM/SoLRS-RFGCI/AAAAAAAABNU/3Iz5D7ZdbWg/s1600-h/Ann.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369083829661538338" style="WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q9azwEfF7vM/SoLRS-RFGCI/AAAAAAAABNU/3Iz5D7ZdbWg/s320/Ann.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Anne Vyalitsyna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3438839580588833269-8778727285937418890?l=perguntasretoricas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438839580588833269/posts/default/8778727285937418890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438839580588833269/posts/default/8778727285937418890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perguntasretoricas.blogspot.com/2009/08/depois-de-bar-refaeli-e-de-gisele.html' title='A importância da beleza interior'/><author><name>Princesa Amidala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18306027824660515621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q9azwEfF7vM/SmQ9FvHTQ4I/AAAAAAAABDk/jo1m4sNK6AQ/S220/020.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q9azwEfF7vM/SoLRS-RFGCI/AAAAAAAABNU/3Iz5D7ZdbWg/s72-c/Ann.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438839580588833269.post-4656013879248260724</id><published>2009-08-10T10:26:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T10:26:59.950+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q9azwEfF7vM/Sn_n3t7eMgI/AAAAAAAABLE/Ac_oDKQA18o/s1600-h/bartsimpson.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368264225256780290" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q9azwEfF7vM/Sn_n3t7eMgI/AAAAAAAABLE/Ac_oDKQA18o/s400/bartsimpson.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3438839580588833269-4656013879248260724?l=perguntasretoricas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438839580588833269/posts/default/4656013879248260724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438839580588833269/posts/default/4656013879248260724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perguntasretoricas.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Princesa Amidala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18306027824660515621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q9azwEfF7vM/SmQ9FvHTQ4I/AAAAAAAABDk/jo1m4sNK6AQ/S220/020.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q9azwEfF7vM/Sn_n3t7eMgI/AAAAAAAABLE/Ac_oDKQA18o/s72-c/bartsimpson.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438839580588833269.post-5204335636463095722</id><published>2009-08-06T11:23:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T15:36:48.928+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Pior do que não ter nada para vestir&lt;br /&gt;é não ter ninguém para despir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://afashionintuition.blogspot.com/"&gt;Daqui&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3438839580588833269-5204335636463095722?l=perguntasretoricas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438839580588833269/posts/default/5204335636463095722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438839580588833269/posts/default/5204335636463095722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perguntasretoricas.blogspot.com/2009/08/palavras-muito-acertadas-de-um-homem.html' title=''/><author><name>Princesa Amidala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18306027824660515621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q9azwEfF7vM/SmQ9FvHTQ4I/AAAAAAAABDk/jo1m4sNK6AQ/S220/020.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438839580588833269.post-8950092239034840295</id><published>2009-08-06T10:07:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T10:53:37.775+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Não cabe em lado nenhum'/><title type='text'>Querias, querias...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Se, aos 40 não me importaria (mesmo nada) de estar assim:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q9azwEfF7vM/SnqdfX648EI/AAAAAAAABKA/uxRp6M3gPfQ/s1600-h/0,,20870137-EXH,00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366775068287889474" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q9azwEfF7vM/SnqdfX648EI/AAAAAAAABKA/uxRp6M3gPfQ/s320/0,,20870137-EXH,00.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Aos 50, assim também não estaria nada mal:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q9azwEfF7vM/SnqdbY3kMDI/AAAAAAAABJ4/ebl9p7Su55w/s1600-h/media-904f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366774999822905394" style="WIDTH: 230px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q9azwEfF7vM/SnqdbY3kMDI/AAAAAAAABJ4/ebl9p7Su55w/s400/media-904f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3438839580588833269-8950092239034840295?l=perguntasretoricas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438839580588833269/posts/default/8950092239034840295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438839580588833269/posts/default/8950092239034840295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perguntasretoricas.blogspot.com/2009/08/se-aos-40-nao-me-importaria-mesmo-nada.html' title='Querias, querias...'/><author><name>Princesa Amidala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18306027824660515621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q9azwEfF7vM/SmQ9FvHTQ4I/AAAAAAAABDk/jo1m4sNK6AQ/S220/020.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q9azwEfF7vM/SnqdfX648EI/AAAAAAAABKA/uxRp6M3gPfQ/s72-c/0,,20870137-EXH,00.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438839580588833269.post-5793373885886856364</id><published>2009-08-04T14:17:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T10:54:01.614+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Factos'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Substituindo Myspace por Facebook, a minha caixa de correio anda mais ou menos assim:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q9azwEfF7vM/Sng1E2F_zzI/AAAAAAAABHc/OHJxkxQ-zYA/s1600-h/Spam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366097313368362802" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q9azwEfF7vM/Sng1E2F_zzI/AAAAAAAABHc/OHJxkxQ-zYA/s400/Spam.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3438839580588833269-5793373885886856364?l=perguntasretoricas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438839580588833269/posts/default/5793373885886856364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438839580588833269/posts/default/5793373885886856364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perguntasretoricas.blogspot.com/2009/08/minha-caixa-de-correio-e-mais-ou-menos.html' title=''/><author><name>Princesa Amidala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18306027824660515621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q9azwEfF7vM/SmQ9FvHTQ4I/AAAAAAAABDk/jo1m4sNK6AQ/S220/020.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q9azwEfF7vM/Sng1E2F_zzI/AAAAAAAABHc/OHJxkxQ-zYA/s72-c/Spam.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438839580588833269.post-5279706448141082925</id><published>2009-08-03T15:59:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T15:31:30.153+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gossip'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Qualquer dia também haverá uma T-Shirt do &lt;a href="http://www.caoazul.com/"&gt;Cão Azul&lt;/a&gt; do género:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;Eu vi as fotos da Maya na FHM e sobrevivi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3438839580588833269-5279706448141082925?l=perguntasretoricas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438839580588833269/posts/default/5279706448141082925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438839580588833269/posts/default/5279706448141082925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perguntasretoricas.blogspot.com/2009/08/qualquer-dia-tambem-deve-haver-uma-t.html' title=''/><author><name>Princesa Amidala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18306027824660515621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q9azwEfF7vM/SmQ9FvHTQ4I/AAAAAAAABDk/jo1m4sNK6AQ/S220/020.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438839580588833269.post-1933093209070609041</id><published>2009-07-30T11:34:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T11:35:21.941+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Maternidade'/><title type='text'>So true</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q9azwEfF7vM/SnF3YCzRGZI/AAAAAAAABGM/EC1yFGYQong/s1600-h/M%C3%A1quina+lavar.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364199886127438226" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 126px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q9azwEfF7vM/SnF3YCzRGZI/AAAAAAAABGM/EC1yFGYQong/s400/M%C3%A1quina+lavar.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3438839580588833269-1933093209070609041?l=perguntasretoricas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438839580588833269/posts/default/1933093209070609041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438839580588833269/posts/default/1933093209070609041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perguntasretoricas.blogspot.com/2009/07/so-true.html' title='So true'/><author><name>Princesa Amidala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18306027824660515621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q9azwEfF7vM/SmQ9FvHTQ4I/AAAAAAAABDk/jo1m4sNK6AQ/S220/020.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q9azwEfF7vM/SnF3YCzRGZI/AAAAAAAABGM/EC1yFGYQong/s72-c/M%C3%A1quina+lavar.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438839580588833269.post-3345805757773661377</id><published>2009-07-29T15:21:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T09:09:06.204+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Não cabe em lado nenhum'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Coisas que não interessam nada:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Estou farta de tanto rosa, mas não tenho paciência nenhuma para andar a seleccionar um novo modelo de blogue.&lt;br /&gt;Ah ... e o espaço para colocar as mensagens é muito apertado e quando coloco as fotos fica tudo assim pró desformatado, mas paciência.&lt;br /&gt;Por agora é tudo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;* Já está mudado, para tons de azul e com mais espaço para o texto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3438839580588833269-3345805757773661377?l=perguntasretoricas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438839580588833269/posts/default/3345805757773661377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438839580588833269/posts/default/3345805757773661377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perguntasretoricas.blogspot.com/2009/07/coisas-que-nao-interessam-nada-estou.html' title=''/><author><name>Princesa Amidala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18306027824660515621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q9azwEfF7vM/SmQ9FvHTQ4I/AAAAAAAABDk/jo1m4sNK6AQ/S220/020.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438839580588833269.post-1039552776383848357</id><published>2009-07-29T15:12:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T15:11:01.227+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ódios de estimação'/><title type='text'>Ódios de Estimação #3</title><content type='html'>Alguém a cumprimentar com: &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Boas !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ou a despedir-se com: &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Boa continuação...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;[sem comentários]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3438839580588833269-1039552776383848357?l=perguntasretoricas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438839580588833269/posts/default/1039552776383848357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438839580588833269/posts/default/1039552776383848357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perguntasretoricas.blogspot.com/2009/07/odios-de-estimacao-3.html' title='Ódios de Estimação #3'/><author><name>Princesa Amidala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18306027824660515621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q9azwEfF7vM/SmQ9FvHTQ4I/AAAAAAAABDk/jo1m4sNK6AQ/S220/020.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438839580588833269.post-7933923016325074919</id><published>2009-07-27T14:26:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T10:54:01.614+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Factos'/><title type='text'>Coisas que não entendo...</title><content type='html'>...(ou então devo ser muito estúpida) mas porquê que os autores dos blogues abusam tanto dos palavrões ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3438839580588833269-7933923016325074919?l=perguntasretoricas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438839580588833269/posts/default/7933923016325074919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438839580588833269/posts/default/7933923016325074919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perguntasretoricas.blogspot.com/2009/07/coisas-que-nao-entendo.html' title='Coisas que não entendo...'/><author><name>Princesa Amidala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18306027824660515621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q9azwEfF7vM/SmQ9FvHTQ4I/AAAAAAAABDk/jo1m4sNK6AQ/S220/020.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438839580588833269.post-7896397407636872894</id><published>2009-07-23T15:27:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T10:08:36.097+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Não cabe em lado nenhum'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Apetecia-me comprar os livros que me faltam do Murakami, a nova edição da Montanha Mágica, o Leite Derramado do Chico Buarque e o último álbum do Rodrigo Leão. Apeteciam-me uns óculos escuros de armação vermelha, um biquini que me assentasse maravilhosamente bem, mais uns vestidos para a praia e umas havaianas novas. Apetecia-me um pôr de sol numa esplanada com vista para o mar, acompanhado por uma caipirinha e revistas para ler. Apetecia-me sentir a areia quente debaixo dos pés, o barulho das ondas e das gaivotas, o cheiro da maresia.&lt;br /&gt;Apetecia-me ser outra vez pequenina e ter três meses inteirinhos de férias, praia, cidade e campo, primos e primas.&lt;br /&gt;Apetecia-me estar longe daqui, mergulhar na água fria e congelar todas as preocupações.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3438839580588833269-7896397407636872894?l=perguntasretoricas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438839580588833269/posts/default/7896397407636872894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438839580588833269/posts/default/7896397407636872894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perguntasretoricas.blogspot.com/2009/07/apetecia-me-comprar-os-livros-que-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Princesa Amidala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18306027824660515621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q9azwEfF7vM/SmQ9FvHTQ4I/AAAAAAAABDk/jo1m4sNK6AQ/S220/020.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438839580588833269.post-4626004286274297686</id><published>2009-07-20T10:33:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T10:35:09.951+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Et voilá...</title><content type='html'>... &lt;a href="http://www.rititi.com/2009/07/deve-ser-do-calor-mas-ando-achar-os.html"&gt;afinal não sou a única a achá-los uma tremenda de uma seca&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3438839580588833269-4626004286274297686?l=perguntasretoricas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438839580588833269/posts/default/4626004286274297686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438839580588833269/posts/default/4626004286274297686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perguntasretoricas.blogspot.com/2009/07/et-voila.html' title='Et voilá...'/><author><name>Princesa Amidala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18306027824660515621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q9azwEfF7vM/SmQ9FvHTQ4I/AAAAAAAABDk/jo1m4sNK6AQ/S220/020.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438839580588833269.post-6847804619448245232</id><published>2009-07-17T15:48:00.014+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T09:11:57.093+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gossip'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q9azwEfF7vM/SmCRyzGwsmI/AAAAAAAABDc/bKajhM7g0co/s1600-h/Look_Saruel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359443858468942434" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q9azwEfF7vM/SmCRyzGwsmI/AAAAAAAABDc/bKajhM7g0co/s320/Look_Saruel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tenho para mim que o mundo da moda é (demasiado) dominado por homens que odeiam mulheres. Se não, como explicar que os desfiles continuem a exibir modelos escanzeladas e de aspecto doente, que as manas Olsen sejam um ícone da moda, ou que as calças saruel (como as da imagem acima) possam ser fashion ? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3438839580588833269-6847804619448245232?l=perguntasretoricas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438839580588833269/posts/default/6847804619448245232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438839580588833269/posts/default/6847804619448245232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perguntasretoricas.blogspot.com/2009/07/tenho-para-mim-que-o-mundo-da-moda-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Princesa Amidala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18306027824660515621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q9azwEfF7vM/SmQ9FvHTQ4I/AAAAAAAABDk/jo1m4sNK6AQ/S220/020.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q9azwEfF7vM/SmCRyzGwsmI/AAAAAAAABDc/bKajhM7g0co/s72-c/Look_Saruel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438839580588833269.post-2218098308258323688</id><published>2009-07-17T10:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T10:52:35.414+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Factos'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q9azwEfF7vM/SmBJw6do_uI/AAAAAAAABCs/-HEbBqs_6vE/s1600-h/UU8sftjMcln6wlfdbyvxXCMMo1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359364661247016674" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 191px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q9azwEfF7vM/SmBJw6do_uI/AAAAAAAABCs/-HEbBqs_6vE/s320/UU8sftjMcln6wlfdbyvxXCMMo1_400.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3438839580588833269-2218098308258323688?l=perguntasretoricas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438839580588833269/posts/default/2218098308258323688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438839580588833269/posts/default/2218098308258323688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perguntasretoricas.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Princesa Amidala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18306027824660515621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q9azwEfF7vM/SmQ9FvHTQ4I/AAAAAAAABDk/jo1m4sNK6AQ/S220/020.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q9azwEfF7vM/SmBJw6do_uI/AAAAAAAABCs/-HEbBqs_6vE/s72-c/UU8sftjMcln6wlfdbyvxXCMMo1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438839580588833269.post-2437144089781906893</id><published>2009-07-16T14:39:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T10:17:40.021+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gossip'/><title type='text'>Victoria's Secret Angels</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q9azwEfF7vM/Sl8t04C8WCI/AAAAAAAABBs/cbA-s1k-sqI/s1600-h/3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359052468015355938" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 274px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q9azwEfF7vM/Sl8t04C8WCI/AAAAAAAABBs/cbA-s1k-sqI/s400/3.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Todas grávidas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Aposto que mal nasçam as criancinhas, estarão todas prontas a desfilar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;sem sombra de barriguinha, estrias nas mamas ou varizes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Não liguem ... isto é só a inveja a falar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#993399;"&gt;*- Adenda: esqueci-me da madrinha delas todas, que também está grávida: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#993399;"&gt;Miss Heidi Klum, pois então.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q9azwEfF7vM/Sl8tv7Y--TI/AAAAAAAABBk/yWykoL5vrWA/s1600-h/15.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359052383013763378" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q9azwEfF7vM/Sl8tv7Y--TI/AAAAAAAABBk/yWykoL5vrWA/s400/15.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3438839580588833269-2437144089781906893?l=perguntasretoricas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438839580588833269/posts/default/2437144089781906893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438839580588833269/posts/default/2437144089781906893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perguntasretoricas.blogspot.com/2009/07/mininas-da-victorias-secret_16.html' title='Victoria&apos;s Secret Angels'/><author><name>Princesa Amidala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18306027824660515621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q9azwEfF7vM/SmQ9FvHTQ4I/AAAAAAAABDk/jo1m4sNK6AQ/S220/020.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q9azwEfF7vM/Sl8t04C8WCI/AAAAAAAABBs/cbA-s1k-sqI/s72-c/3.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438839580588833269.post-3919704756517408163</id><published>2009-07-14T13:33:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T12:16:03.067+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Até sinto vergonha'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>O Cláudio Ramos tem um &lt;a href="http://euclaudio.blogspot.com/"&gt;blogue&lt;/a&gt; !!!&lt;br /&gt;Algumas das suas imagens comoveram-me ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3438839580588833269-3919704756517408163?l=perguntasretoricas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438839580588833269/posts/default/3919704756517408163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438839580588833269/posts/default/3919704756517408163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perguntasretoricas.blogspot.com/2009/07/o-claudio-ramos-tem-um-blogue-lindo.html' title=''/><author><name>Princesa Amidala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18306027824660515621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q9azwEfF7vM/SmQ9FvHTQ4I/AAAAAAAABDk/jo1m4sNK6AQ/S220/020.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438839580588833269.post-5376924892890680558</id><published>2009-07-13T14:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T14:14:24.769+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Contado ninguém acredita'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://lost.about.com/od/sawyernicknames/Sawyers_Nicknames.htm"&gt;As coisas que uma pessoa descobre.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3438839580588833269-5376924892890680558?l=perguntasretoricas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438839580588833269/posts/default/5376924892890680558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438839580588833269/posts/default/5376924892890680558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perguntasretoricas.blogspot.com/2009/07/as-coisas-que-uma-pessoa-descobre.html' title=''/><author><name>Princesa Amidala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18306027824660515621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q9azwEfF7vM/SmQ9FvHTQ4I/AAAAAAAABDk/jo1m4sNK6AQ/S220/020.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438839580588833269.post-2626896977949067708</id><published>2009-07-09T11:40:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T11:57:31.309+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Maternidade'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Um, dois, três, quatro, cinco, seis, oito, nove, dez, catorze...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;[Não, a seguir ao dez não é o catorze. Vamos lá repetir].&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um, dois, três, quatro, ... catorze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;[E dá-me uma vontade irreprimível de rir. É que ele ainda só tem dois anos].&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3438839580588833269-2626896977949067708?l=perguntasretoricas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438839580588833269/posts/default/2626896977949067708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438839580588833269/posts/default/2626896977949067708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perguntasretoricas.blogspot.com/2009/07/um-dois-tres-quatro-cinco-seis-oito.html' title=''/><author><name>Princesa Amidala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18306027824660515621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q9azwEfF7vM/SmQ9FvHTQ4I/AAAAAAAABDk/jo1m4sNK6AQ/S220/020.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438839580588833269.post-6122145336100293077</id><published>2009-07-09T11:21:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T11:28:29.168+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ódios de estimação'/><title type='text'>Ódio de Estimação #2</title><content type='html'>Andar na rua ou em centros comerciais e ser literalmente "assaltada", "abanada" ou "insultada" pelos vendedores de pensos rápidos, do Borda de Água, de cartões de crédito do Citibank, da revista Cais, do Pirilampo Mágico, do Banco Alimentar contra a Fome, da Liga das Criancinhas da Damaia, etc, etc, etc...&lt;br /&gt;Não há paciência...&lt;br /&gt;Não há mesmo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3438839580588833269-6122145336100293077?l=perguntasretoricas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438839580588833269/posts/default/6122145336100293077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438839580588833269/posts/default/6122145336100293077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perguntasretoricas.blogspot.com/2009/07/odio-de-estimacao-2.html' title='Ódio de Estimação #2'/><author><name>Princesa Amidala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18306027824660515621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q9azwEfF7vM/SmQ9FvHTQ4I/AAAAAAAABDk/jo1m4sNK6AQ/S220/020.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438839580588833269.post-5081002873230044886</id><published>2009-07-06T11:55:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T11:56:19.469+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Contado ninguém acredita'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.thewvsr.com/adsvsreality.htm"&gt;Para descobrir as diferenças&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3438839580588833269-5081002873230044886?l=perguntasretoricas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438839580588833269/posts/default/5081002873230044886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438839580588833269/posts/default/5081002873230044886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perguntasretoricas.blogspot.com/2009/07/para-descobrir-as-diferencas.html' title=''/><author><name>Princesa Amidala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18306027824660515621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q9azwEfF7vM/SmQ9FvHTQ4I/AAAAAAAABDk/jo1m4sNK6AQ/S220/020.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438839580588833269.post-2379806235546662401</id><published>2009-07-02T16:10:00.009+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T14:11:41.505+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Factos'/><title type='text'>Apoiadíssimo</title><content type='html'>"Manuela Moura Guedes não pode apresentar o Jornal Nacional de 6.ª feira por razões estéticas" - &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Emídio Rangel na &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.speaky.tv"&gt;Speaky TV&lt;/a&gt; -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3438839580588833269-2379806235546662401?l=perguntasretoricas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438839580588833269/posts/default/2379806235546662401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438839580588833269/posts/default/2379806235546662401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perguntasretoricas.blogspot.com/2009/07/apoiadissimo.html' title='Apoiadíssimo'/><author><name>Princesa Amidala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18306027824660515621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q9azwEfF7vM/SmQ9FvHTQ4I/AAAAAAAABDk/jo1m4sNK6AQ/S220/020.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438839580588833269.post-1965114052252244413</id><published>2009-07-01T14:24:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T11:21:31.728+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Contado ninguém acredita'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q9azwEfF7vM/Sktkf8rzuXI/AAAAAAAAA9A/a4iig9QuEXo/s1600-h/jackson3SPLASH_759x1000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353483082088561010" style="WIDTH: 243px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q9azwEfF7vM/Sktkf8rzuXI/AAAAAAAAA9A/a4iig9QuEXo/s320/jackson3SPLASH_759x1000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alguém acredita que estas crianças de pele clara e de olhos azuis são realmente filhas do Michael Jackson ? &lt;a href="http://entertainment.aol.ca/article/rowe-michael-jackson-is-not-biological-father/658665/"&gt;Pois, bem me parecia&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3438839580588833269-1965114052252244413?l=perguntasretoricas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438839580588833269/posts/default/1965114052252244413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438839580588833269/posts/default/1965114052252244413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perguntasretoricas.blogspot.com/2009/07/alguem-acredita-que-estas-criancas.html' title=''/><author><name>Princesa Amidala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18306027824660515621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q9azwEfF7vM/SmQ9FvHTQ4I/AAAAAAAABDk/jo1m4sNK6AQ/S220/020.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q9azwEfF7vM/Sktkf8rzuXI/AAAAAAAAA9A/a4iig9QuEXo/s72-c/jackson3SPLASH_759x1000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438839580588833269.post-7311383399457180009</id><published>2009-06-26T15:55:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T15:56:20.902+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Girl Power</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q9azwEfF7vM/SkThim6PGdI/AAAAAAAAA7A/QP8iI9j8S7w/s1600-h/09062302_blog_uncovering_org_barbie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351650241899600338" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q9azwEfF7vM/SkThim6PGdI/AAAAAAAAA7A/QP8iI9j8S7w/s320/09062302_blog_uncovering_org_barbie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q9azwEfF7vM/SkThdNpt4DI/AAAAAAAAA64/iHRTqzJYdDA/s1600-h/09062304_blog_uncovering_org_barbie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351650149220081714" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q9azwEfF7vM/SkThdNpt4DI/AAAAAAAAA64/iHRTqzJYdDA/s320/09062304_blog_uncovering_org_barbie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3438839580588833269-7311383399457180009?l=perguntasretoricas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438839580588833269/posts/default/7311383399457180009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438839580588833269/posts/default/7311383399457180009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perguntasretoricas.blogspot.com/2009/06/girl-power.html' title='Girl Power'/><author><name>Princesa Amidala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18306027824660515621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q9azwEfF7vM/SmQ9FvHTQ4I/AAAAAAAABDk/jo1m4sNK6AQ/S220/020.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q9azwEfF7vM/SkThim6PGdI/AAAAAAAAA7A/QP8iI9j8S7w/s72-c/09062302_blog_uncovering_org_barbie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438839580588833269.post-4870788400176919658</id><published>2009-06-25T13:55:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T13:58:15.667+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ódios de estimação'/><title type='text'>Ódio de Estimação #1</title><content type='html'>Ir a uma loja e esbarrar na plaquinha do &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;VOLTO JÁ&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, que na realidade significa: "não esperem por mim nas próximas duas horas e meia".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3438839580588833269-4870788400176919658?l=perguntasretoricas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438839580588833269/posts/default/4870788400176919658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438839580588833269/posts/default/4870788400176919658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perguntasretoricas.blogspot.com/2009/06/odio-de-estimacao-1.html' title='Ódio de Estimação #1'/><author><name>Princesa Amidala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18306027824660515621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q9azwEfF7vM/SmQ9FvHTQ4I/AAAAAAAABDk/jo1m4sNK6AQ/S220/020.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438839580588833269.post-2889611956369614367</id><published>2009-06-23T15:13:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T15:15:58.927+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Maternidade'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350526213055355314" style="WIDTH: 246px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q9azwEfF7vM/SkDjPhKUmbI/AAAAAAAAA6I/2v2_ui2jbtk/s320/403-relax-mom.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3438839580588833269-2889611956369614367?l=perguntasretoricas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438839580588833269/posts/default/2889611956369614367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438839580588833269/posts/default/2889611956369614367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perguntasretoricas.blogspot.com/2009/06/daqui.html' title=''/><author><name>Princesa Amidala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18306027824660515621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q9azwEfF7vM/SmQ9FvHTQ4I/AAAAAAAABDk/jo1m4sNK6AQ/S220/020.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q9azwEfF7vM/SkDjPhKUmbI/AAAAAAAAA6I/2v2_ui2jbtk/s72-c/403-relax-mom.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438839580588833269.post-6177436493224199363</id><published>2009-06-23T10:25:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T10:28:07.902+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Contado ninguém acredita'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>O site da FNAC é lento, lento, lento, TÃO LENTO, que até irrita...&lt;br /&gt;Quem inventou um dos conceitos de loja mais geniais de todos os tempos, deveria dar mais atenção a este tipo de pormenores...&lt;br /&gt;Acho eu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3438839580588833269-6177436493224199363?l=perguntasretoricas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438839580588833269/posts/default/6177436493224199363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438839580588833269/posts/default/6177436493224199363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perguntasretoricas.blogspot.com/2009/06/o-site-da-fnac-e-lento-lento-lento-tao.html' title=''/><author><name>Princesa Amidala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18306027824660515621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q9azwEfF7vM/SmQ9FvHTQ4I/AAAAAAAABDk/jo1m4sNK6AQ/S220/020.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438839580588833269.post-2118826271207306128</id><published>2009-06-22T15:34:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T10:37:42.916+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Factos'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>E assim de vez em quando, descobrem-se coisas com imensa piada:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thesockgap2.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Sock Gap 2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3438839580588833269-2118826271207306128?l=perguntasretoricas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438839580588833269/posts/default/2118826271207306128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438839580588833269/posts/default/2118826271207306128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perguntasretoricas.blogspot.com/2009/06/e-assim-de-vez-em-quando-descobrem-se.html' title=''/><author><name>Princesa Amidala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18306027824660515621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q9azwEfF7vM/SmQ9FvHTQ4I/AAAAAAAABDk/jo1m4sNK6AQ/S220/020.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438839580588833269.post-6919659913052713180</id><published>2009-06-19T14:28:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T14:31:14.877+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dúvidas existenciais'/><title type='text'>Produtos Light</title><content type='html'>Porquê que continuo a comprar alimentos mais caros e que me deixam cheia de fome ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3438839580588833269-6919659913052713180?l=perguntasretoricas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438839580588833269/posts/default/6919659913052713180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438839580588833269/posts/default/6919659913052713180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perguntasretoricas.blogspot.com/2009/06/produtos-light.html' title='Produtos Light'/><author><name>Princesa Amidala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18306027824660515621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q9azwEfF7vM/SmQ9FvHTQ4I/AAAAAAAABDk/jo1m4sNK6AQ/S220/020.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438839580588833269.post-850900607369847826</id><published>2009-06-16T15:16:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T15:27:32.353+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Contado ninguém acredita'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Na última temporada da série &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Friends"&gt;Friends&lt;/a&gt; (2004), cada um dos actores principais ganhava 1 milhão de dólares por episódio.&lt;br /&gt;Sim, estamos a falar de 18 episódios !!!&lt;br /&gt;Só por comparação, um dos actores actualmente mais bem pagos é &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001131/" target="_blank" mce_href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001131/"&gt;Patrick Dempsey&lt;/a&gt; , que recebe 225 mil dólares por cada episódio da Anatomia de Grey. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Peanuts if you ask me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3438839580588833269-850900607369847826?l=perguntasretoricas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438839580588833269/posts/default/850900607369847826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438839580588833269/posts/default/850900607369847826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perguntasretoricas.blogspot.com/2009/06/na-ultima-temporada-da-serie-friends.html' title=''/><author><name>Princesa Amidala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18306027824660515621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q9azwEfF7vM/SmQ9FvHTQ4I/AAAAAAAABDk/jo1m4sNK6AQ/S220/020.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438839580588833269.post-772564026133002707</id><published>2009-06-09T11:30:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T11:32:15.317+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q9azwEfF7vM/Si46H7BmPpI/AAAAAAAAA3M/OUXa8CkBDmA/s1600-h/%2520If%2520Only%2520Closed%2520Minds%2520Button%2520(0509).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345273715513245330" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 199px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q9azwEfF7vM/Si46H7BmPpI/AAAAAAAAA3M/OUXa8CkBDmA/s200/%2520If%2520Only%2520Closed%2520Minds%2520Button%2520(0509).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3438839580588833269-772564026133002707?l=perguntasretoricas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438839580588833269/posts/default/772564026133002707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438839580588833269/posts/default/772564026133002707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perguntasretoricas.blogspot.com/2009/06/nem-mais.html' title=''/><author><name>Princesa Amidala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18306027824660515621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q9azwEfF7vM/SmQ9FvHTQ4I/AAAAAAAABDk/jo1m4sNK6AQ/S220/020.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q9azwEfF7vM/Si46H7BmPpI/AAAAAAAAA3M/OUXa8CkBDmA/s72-c/%2520If%2520Only%2520Closed%2520Minds%2520Button%2520(0509).jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438839580588833269.post-2153925528848302043</id><published>2009-06-05T12:10:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T12:17:12.898+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Até sinto vergonha'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>É impressão minha, ou aquela música de refrão "faz, faz bebé, hu, hu, yé, yé, faz, faz bebé ..." é uma das mais estúpidas de todos os tempos ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3438839580588833269-2153925528848302043?l=perguntasretoricas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438839580588833269/posts/default/2153925528848302043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438839580588833269/posts/default/2153925528848302043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perguntasretoricas.blogspot.com/2009/06/e-impressao-minha-ou-aquela-musica-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Princesa Amidala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18306027824660515621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q9azwEfF7vM/SmQ9FvHTQ4I/AAAAAAAABDk/jo1m4sNK6AQ/S220/020.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438839580588833269.post-2333189639242555380</id><published>2009-06-04T16:02:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T12:17:48.824+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Contado ninguém acredita'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dois escritores de Nova Jersey lembraram-se de criar o blogue das famílias esquisitas. Começaram por pedir fotos a amigos, encontraram outras na internet e, quando já tinham material suficiente, lançaram o &lt;a href="http://awkwardfamilyphotos.com/"&gt;Awkward Family Photos&lt;/a&gt;, que conta actualmente com mais de 2 milhões de visitas diárias.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3438839580588833269-2333189639242555380?l=perguntasretoricas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438839580588833269/posts/default/2333189639242555380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438839580588833269/posts/default/2333189639242555380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perguntasretoricas.blogspot.com/2009/06/dois-escritores-de-nova-jersey.html' title=''/><author><name>Princesa Amidala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18306027824660515621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q9azwEfF7vM/SmQ9FvHTQ4I/AAAAAAAABDk/jo1m4sNK6AQ/S220/020.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438839580588833269.post-1810430142665895571</id><published>2009-06-02T11:25:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T11:26:17.475+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dúvidas existenciais'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sento-me no Bar da Faculdade de Arquitectura a beber um café e só oiço burrices.&lt;br /&gt;Será que nos meus tempos de estudante eu também era assim ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3438839580588833269-1810430142665895571?l=perguntasretoricas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438839580588833269/posts/default/1810430142665895571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438839580588833269/posts/default/1810430142665895571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perguntasretoricas.blogspot.com/2009/06/sento-me-no-bar-da-faculdade-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Princesa Amidala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18306027824660515621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q9azwEfF7vM/SmQ9FvHTQ4I/AAAAAAAABDk/jo1m4sNK6AQ/S220/020.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438839580588833269.post-1526068867776586424</id><published>2009-05-27T15:58:00.009+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T15:14:01.764+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Factos'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Segundo o site &lt;a href="http://europrofiler.eu/"&gt;europrofiler.eu&lt;/a&gt; que, de acordo, com fontes filedignas, foi feito especialmente a pensar em nós, euro-cidadãos, para nos ajudar na difícil hora de votar, o partido com quem tenho mais parecenças é o Partido Humanista.&lt;br /&gt;Sim, confesso o meu total desconhecimento por estes senhores, mas também, estamos sempre a aprender ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340519880649996946" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q9azwEfF7vM/Sh1WiUIN-pI/AAAAAAAAAyw/GCDKoZdncU0/s400/Partidos2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3438839580588833269-1526068867776586424?l=perguntasretoricas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438839580588833269/posts/default/1526068867776586424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438839580588833269/posts/default/1526068867776586424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perguntasretoricas.blogspot.com/2009/05/ha-quinze-partidos-concorrer-para-as.html' title=''/><author><name>Princesa Amidala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18306027824660515621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q9azwEfF7vM/SmQ9FvHTQ4I/AAAAAAAABDk/jo1m4sNK6AQ/S220/020.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q9azwEfF7vM/Sh1WiUIN-pI/AAAAAAAAAyw/GCDKoZdncU0/s72-c/Partidos2.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438839580588833269.post-5658641720374519863</id><published>2009-05-27T13:40:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T13:42:31.547+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Contado ninguém acredita'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Eu, que nunca usei fato académico, gosto especialmente destas alturas, em que estão mais de 30º C, e é vê-los, tuneiros e afins, cheios de camadas de roupa de tecido preto manhoso, que é como quem diz, camisa, colete, batina (ou casaco) e capa.&lt;br /&gt;Que pena que eu tenho deles !!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3438839580588833269-5658641720374519863?l=perguntasretoricas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438839580588833269/posts/default/5658641720374519863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438839580588833269/posts/default/5658641720374519863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perguntasretoricas.blogspot.com/2009/05/eu-que-nunca-usei-fato-academico-gosto.html' title=''/><author><name>Princesa Amidala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18306027824660515621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q9azwEfF7vM/SmQ9FvHTQ4I/AAAAAAAABDk/jo1m4sNK6AQ/S220/020.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438839580588833269.post-3741271392267910820</id><published>2009-05-27T10:01:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T10:07:22.546+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dúvidas existenciais'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>É impressão minha, ou o novo namorado de Madonna tem um ar assim pró burrinho ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3438839580588833269-3741271392267910820?l=perguntasretoricas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438839580588833269/posts/default/3741271392267910820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438839580588833269/posts/default/3741271392267910820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perguntasretoricas.blogspot.com/2009/05/e-impressao-minha-ou-o-novo-namorado-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Princesa Amidala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18306027824660515621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q9azwEfF7vM/SmQ9FvHTQ4I/AAAAAAAABDk/jo1m4sNK6AQ/S220/020.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438839580588833269.post-9187376278535409712</id><published>2009-05-26T09:42:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T10:07:42.445+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dúvidas existenciais'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Será que nunca ninguém teve a coragem de dizer ao Tim, que ele canta mal que se farta ?&lt;br /&gt;E ao David Fonseca ... ninguém lhe paga umas aulas de inglês ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3438839580588833269-9187376278535409712?l=perguntasretoricas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438839580588833269/posts/default/9187376278535409712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438839580588833269/posts/default/9187376278535409712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perguntasretoricas.blogspot.com/2009/05/sera-que-nunca-ninguem-teve-coragem-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Princesa Amidala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18306027824660515621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q9azwEfF7vM/SmQ9FvHTQ4I/AAAAAAAABDk/jo1m4sNK6AQ/S220/020.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438839580588833269.post-3723162262418586289</id><published>2009-05-21T10:48:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T10:56:43.299+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Contado ninguém acredita'/><title type='text'>2 Shots:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://dn.sapo.pt/inicio/globo/interior.aspx?content_id=1239315&amp;amp;seccao=EUA%20e%20Am%E9ricas"&gt;Porquê que estas coisas só acontecem nos Estados Unidos ?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://hospitalfood.tumblr.com/"&gt;Como perder completamente o apetite ?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3438839580588833269-3723162262418586289?l=perguntasretoricas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438839580588833269/posts/default/3723162262418586289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438839580588833269/posts/default/3723162262418586289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perguntasretoricas.blogspot.com/2009/05/como-perder-completamente-o-apetite.html' title='2 Shots:'/><author><name>Princesa Amidala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18306027824660515621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q9azwEfF7vM/SmQ9FvHTQ4I/AAAAAAAABDk/jo1m4sNK6AQ/S220/020.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438839580588833269.post-58562351678891829</id><published>2009-05-20T09:02:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T10:56:19.868+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Até sinto vergonha'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>E diz a professora de Espinho para uma das suas alunas:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"Tu não sabes com quem te &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;metestes&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/3438839580588833269-58562351678891829?l=perguntasretoricas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438839580588833269/posts/default/58562351678891829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438839580588833269/posts/default/58562351678891829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perguntasretoricas.blogspot.com/2009/05/e-diz-professora-de-espinho-para-uma.html' title=''/><author><name>Princesa Amidala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18306027824660515621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q9azwEfF7vM/SmQ9FvHTQ4I/AAAAAAAABDk/jo1m4sNK6AQ/S220/020.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438839580588833269.post-2548941919750814580</id><published>2009-05-19T11:31:00.009+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T16:23:39.799+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gossip'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q9azwEfF7vM/ShPBAnuYKAI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/DW6y7E-fBkw/s1600-h/ronalda.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337822199771834370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q9azwEfF7vM/ShPBAnuYKAI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/DW6y7E-fBkw/s320/ronalda.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois de ter dado uma &lt;a href="http://fama.sapo.pt/index.php?option=com_content&amp;amp;task=view&amp;amp;id=4185&amp;amp;Itemid=17"&gt;espreitadela à passarela vermelha&lt;/a&gt; desse evento hiper-chique-nacional que são os Globos de Ouro da SIC, onde os trambolhos do Jet-Set português se gostam de pavonear, quase sinto vergonha ...&lt;br /&gt;Quanto mau-gosto junto !!!&lt;br /&gt;Aquela Luce, credo que susto ... e a mana Ronalda ??&lt;br /&gt;Pelo menos percebe-se que nem com todo o dinheiro do mundo se compra um bocadinho de classe ou de bom gosto.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3438839580588833269-2548941919750814580?l=perguntasretoricas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438839580588833269/posts/default/2548941919750814580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438839580588833269/posts/default/2548941919750814580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perguntasretoricas.blogspot.com/2009/05/depois-de-ter-dado-uma-espreitadela.html' title=''/><author><name>Princesa Amidala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18306027824660515621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q9azwEfF7vM/SmQ9FvHTQ4I/AAAAAAAABDk/jo1m4sNK6AQ/S220/020.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q9azwEfF7vM/ShPBAnuYKAI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/DW6y7E-fBkw/s72-c/ronalda.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438839580588833269.post-2474790834440937666</id><published>2009-05-18T16:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T16:08:40.140+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gossip'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://ego.globo.com/Gente/Noticias/0,,MUL1129470-9798,00-MADONNA+E+DEMI+MOORE+PLANEJAM+ENCONTRO+DE+CASAIS.html"&gt;Parece que Madonna e Demi Moore estão planeando um encontro para que Jesus Luz e Ashton Kutcher se conheçam&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Assim elas podem ir as duas às compras, enquanto eles brincam no parque infantil.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3438839580588833269-2474790834440937666?l=perguntasretoricas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438839580588833269/posts/default/2474790834440937666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438839580588833269/posts/default/2474790834440937666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perguntasretoricas.blogspot.com/2009/05/parece-que-madonna-e-demi-moore-estao.html' title=''/><author><name>Princesa Amidala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18306027824660515621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q9azwEfF7vM/SmQ9FvHTQ4I/AAAAAAAABDk/jo1m4sNK6AQ/S220/020.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438839580588833269.post-2633028713776749501</id><published>2009-05-18T08:50:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T14:13:54.227+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gossip'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;The Beckhams are sickening. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Everyone knows Victoria is a monster. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I’d rather shoot myself between the eyes than be a wag.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Lily Allen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3438839580588833269-2633028713776749501?l=perguntasretoricas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438839580588833269/posts/default/2633028713776749501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438839580588833269/posts/default/2633028713776749501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perguntasretoricas.blogspot.com/2009/05/beckhams-are-sickening.html' title=''/><author><name>Princesa Amidala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18306027824660515621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q9azwEfF7vM/SmQ9FvHTQ4I/AAAAAAAABDk/jo1m4sNK6AQ/S220/020.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438839580588833269.post-637206219380959999</id><published>2009-05-15T15:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T15:41:07.544+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;PORQUÊ QUE AS SEXTAS-FEIRAS CUSTAM TANTO A PASSAR ????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3438839580588833269-637206219380959999?l=perguntasretoricas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438839580588833269/posts/default/637206219380959999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3438839580588833269/posts/default/637206219380959999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://perguntasretoricas.blogspot.com/2009/05/porque-que-as-sextas-feiras-custam.html' title=''/><author><name>Princesa Amidala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18306027824660515621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q9azwEfF7vM/SmQ9FvHTQ4I/AAAAAAAABDk/jo1m4sNK6AQ/S220/020.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3438839580588833269.post-7784968681104275150</id><published>2009-05-15T13:44:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T14:15:05.838+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Factos'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As revistas cor-de-rosa vendem semanalmente mais de um milhão de exemplares.&lt;br /&gt;Porquê que sempre que alguém fala delas, refere SEMPRE que as leu num consultório médico, no cabeleireiro, ou no supermercado ?&lt;br /&gt;Afinal, ninguém as compra 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