<?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-3894454190185064391</id><updated>2012-01-29T19:23:50.929Z</updated><category term='animais'/><category term='sociedade'/><category term='models of the runway'/><category term='foto do momento'/><category term='sic mulher'/><category term='documentários'/><category term='ghost whisperer'/><category term='programas de tv'/><category term='supernatural'/><category term='música do momento'/><category term='fox life'/><category term='séries'/><category term='debate'/><category term='spider-man'/><category term='fotos'/><category term='celebridades'/><category term='biography channel'/><category term='psicologia'/><category term='tvi'/><category term='votação/nomeação'/><category term='downloads'/><category term='frase do momento'/><category term='músicas'/><category term='ídolos'/><category term='reflexao'/><category term='filmes'/><category term='divulgação/recomendação'/><category term='project runway'/><category term='pessoal'/><category term='rubricas'/><category term='flashforward'/><category term='axn'/><category term='signos'/><category term='videos'/><category term='criminal minds'/><category term='historia(canal)'/><category term='sic'/><category term='harper&apos;s island'/><category term='blog'/><category term='buffy the vampite slayer'/><category term='licao'/><category term='rtp 2'/><category term='dexter'/><category term='portugal'/><category term='episódios'/><category term='rtp'/><category term='America&apos;s Next Top Model'/><category term='vídeo do momento'/><category term='the vampire diaries'/><category term='filme recomendado'/><category term='livros'/><category term='cw'/><category term='tyra banks show'/><category term='chuck'/><category term='how i met  your mother'/><title type='text'>As Memórias da Rute</title><subtitle type='html'>O meu blog pessoal!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894454190185064391/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894454190185064391/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Rute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06496771558834087476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FN406mwSSAk/TskEj_ZPKnI/AAAAAAAANs0/JzZhyLfs46U/s220/250541_149971848408591_100001873313475_317944_2509435_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>523</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3894454190185064391.post-5604028687995433420</id><published>2012-01-29T18:55:00.007Z</published><updated>2012-01-29T19:04:56.392Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='licao'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflexao'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rubricas'/><title type='text'>Lição de Vida: Semana nº 3 e nº 4 de 2012</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6Say97lCbg0/TyWYGOeOm5I/AAAAAAAANvA/yTLuMMeMOPA/s1600/addiction.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="134" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6Say97lCbg0/TyWYGOeOm5I/AAAAAAAANvA/yTLuMMeMOPA/s200/addiction.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Eis algo que esta semana disse a alguém, de quem já não me espanta que me tenha criticado como sempre.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Nunca quis ser melhor que ninguém. Apenas quero ser eu própria."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;É triste ver que as pessoas que mais orgulho deviam ter em nós, são aquelas que mais nos deitam abaixo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3894454190185064391-5604028687995433420?l=asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com/feeds/5604028687995433420/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3894454190185064391&amp;postID=5604028687995433420' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894454190185064391/posts/default/5604028687995433420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894454190185064391/posts/default/5604028687995433420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com/2012/01/licao-de-vida-semana-n-3-e-n-4-de-2012.html' title='Lição de Vida: Semana nº 3 e nº 4 de 2012'/><author><name>Rute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06496771558834087476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FN406mwSSAk/TskEj_ZPKnI/AAAAAAAANs0/JzZhyLfs46U/s220/250541_149971848408591_100001873313475_317944_2509435_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6Say97lCbg0/TyWYGOeOm5I/AAAAAAAANvA/yTLuMMeMOPA/s72-c/addiction.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3894454190185064391.post-7730582888043308021</id><published>2012-01-19T20:54:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-01-29T18:58:20.142Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='licao'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflexao'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rubricas'/><title type='text'>Lição de Vida: Semana nº 2 de 2012</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tRZb2aId4iY/TxiC1ezX5OI/AAAAAAAANu4/HH15ecy3RmY/s1600/aprender+a+perdoar.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="196" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tRZb2aId4iY/TxiC1ezX5OI/AAAAAAAANu4/HH15ecy3RmY/s200/aprender+a+perdoar.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;"Perdoar não é esquecer, é dar uma oportunidade."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Ainda está para chegar o dia em que conseguirei perdoar de facto :( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3894454190185064391-7730582888043308021?l=asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com/feeds/7730582888043308021/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3894454190185064391&amp;postID=7730582888043308021' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894454190185064391/posts/default/7730582888043308021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894454190185064391/posts/default/7730582888043308021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com/2012/01/licao-de-vida-semana-n-2-de-2012.html' title='Lição de Vida: Semana nº 2 de 2012'/><author><name>Rute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06496771558834087476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FN406mwSSAk/TskEj_ZPKnI/AAAAAAAANs0/JzZhyLfs46U/s220/250541_149971848408591_100001873313475_317944_2509435_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tRZb2aId4iY/TxiC1ezX5OI/AAAAAAAANu4/HH15ecy3RmY/s72-c/aprender+a+perdoar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3894454190185064391.post-1064533502916593551</id><published>2012-01-11T22:35:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-01-29T18:58:20.144Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='licao'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflexao'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rubricas'/><title type='text'>Lição de Vida: Semana nº 1 de 2012</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sqSlRDoV3PM/Tw4OvYiFOFI/AAAAAAAANuw/p5AnQQuLe98/s1600/eternidade%255B5%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="148" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sqSlRDoV3PM/Tw4OvYiFOFI/AAAAAAAANuw/p5AnQQuLe98/s200/eternidade%255B5%255D.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Nenhuma relação é eterna , mas enquanto dura todos os momentos são vividos eternamente."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3894454190185064391-1064533502916593551?l=asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com/feeds/1064533502916593551/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3894454190185064391&amp;postID=1064533502916593551' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894454190185064391/posts/default/1064533502916593551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894454190185064391/posts/default/1064533502916593551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com/2012/01/licao-de-vida-semana-n-1-de-2012.html' title='Lição de Vida: Semana nº 1 de 2012'/><author><name>Rute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06496771558834087476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FN406mwSSAk/TskEj_ZPKnI/AAAAAAAANs0/JzZhyLfs46U/s220/250541_149971848408591_100001873313475_317944_2509435_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sqSlRDoV3PM/Tw4OvYiFOFI/AAAAAAAANuw/p5AnQQuLe98/s72-c/eternidade%255B5%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3894454190185064391.post-3165199176007105115</id><published>2012-01-01T19:37:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-01-01T19:37:50.744Z</updated><title type='text'>Feliz Ano Novo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Desejo a todos um feliz ano novo e que 2012 vos traga o melhor que assim desejam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PrPpfIFUwzg/TwC1uz9xg2I/AAAAAAAANuo/X2ZUg_o_b_E/s1600/ano-novo-2012-thumb18297652.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="153" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PrPpfIFUwzg/TwC1uz9xg2I/AAAAAAAANuo/X2ZUg_o_b_E/s200/ano-novo-2012-thumb18297652.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;O ano que passou foi cheio de sorrisos, muitas lágrimas, bastantes alegrias e algumas tristezas! Muitas surpresas e muitas desilusões. Enquanto algumas pessoas encheram o meu coração de esperança e alegria, outras fizeram questão de o magoar. A alguns darei uma segunda oportunidade, a outros vão ficar em &lt;i&gt;stand-by.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Desejos para 2012? Preferi não fazer este ano e ir fazendo-os ao longo do ano... Vou fazer o máximo que está ao meu alcance para poder alcançar todos os meus sonhos e objectivos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Portanto....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;VENHA 2012&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3894454190185064391-3165199176007105115?l=asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com/feeds/3165199176007105115/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3894454190185064391&amp;postID=3165199176007105115' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894454190185064391/posts/default/3165199176007105115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894454190185064391/posts/default/3165199176007105115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com/2012/01/feliz-ano-novo.html' title='Feliz Ano Novo'/><author><name>Rute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06496771558834087476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FN406mwSSAk/TskEj_ZPKnI/AAAAAAAANs0/JzZhyLfs46U/s220/250541_149971848408591_100001873313475_317944_2509435_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PrPpfIFUwzg/TwC1uz9xg2I/AAAAAAAANuo/X2ZUg_o_b_E/s72-c/ano-novo-2012-thumb18297652.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3894454190185064391.post-2810353317900756122</id><published>2012-01-01T19:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-01-29T18:58:20.145Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='licao'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflexao'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rubricas'/><title type='text'>Lição de Vida: Semana nº  52 de 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ckIQheQcjTA/TwC0MXYyBwI/AAAAAAAANuc/iD1o_aEwjBA/s1600/Self-Esteem-i-love-myself.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="136" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ckIQheQcjTA/TwC0MXYyBwI/AAAAAAAANuc/iD1o_aEwjBA/s200/Self-Esteem-i-love-myself.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;E na última semana do ano que balanço se pode retirar.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;"Quantas vezes dizemos "Amo-te" e esse "Te" te desilude? Quantas vezes dizemos "Amo-me" e esse "Me" nunca te desilude?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3894454190185064391-2810353317900756122?l=asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com/feeds/2810353317900756122/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3894454190185064391&amp;postID=2810353317900756122' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894454190185064391/posts/default/2810353317900756122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894454190185064391/posts/default/2810353317900756122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com/2012/01/licao-de-vida-semana-n-52-de-2011.html' title='Lição de Vida: Semana nº  52 de 2011'/><author><name>Rute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06496771558834087476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FN406mwSSAk/TskEj_ZPKnI/AAAAAAAANs0/JzZhyLfs46U/s220/250541_149971848408591_100001873313475_317944_2509435_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ckIQheQcjTA/TwC0MXYyBwI/AAAAAAAANuc/iD1o_aEwjBA/s72-c/Self-Esteem-i-love-myself.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3894454190185064391.post-5731868510929105402</id><published>2011-12-26T21:11:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-01-29T18:58:20.146Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='licao'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflexao'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rubricas'/><title type='text'>Lição de Vida: Semana nº 50 e 51 de 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tI067iKNJhc/Tvjil3sQTkI/AAAAAAAANuQ/hYuxMD_xyfE/s1600/desilusion.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="241" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tI067iKNJhc/Tvjil3sQTkI/AAAAAAAANuQ/hYuxMD_xyfE/s320/desilusion.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;"As pessoas não deixam de ser o que são, acabam é por revelar quem realmente são."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3894454190185064391-5731868510929105402?l=asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com/feeds/5731868510929105402/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3894454190185064391&amp;postID=5731868510929105402' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894454190185064391/posts/default/5731868510929105402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894454190185064391/posts/default/5731868510929105402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com/2011/12/licao-de-vida-semana-n-50-e-51-de-2011.html' title='Lição de Vida: Semana nº 50 e 51 de 2011'/><author><name>Rute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06496771558834087476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FN406mwSSAk/TskEj_ZPKnI/AAAAAAAANs0/JzZhyLfs46U/s220/250541_149971848408591_100001873313475_317944_2509435_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tI067iKNJhc/Tvjil3sQTkI/AAAAAAAANuQ/hYuxMD_xyfE/s72-c/desilusion.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3894454190185064391.post-6961816386689625300</id><published>2011-12-26T21:06:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-12-26T21:06:31.871Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='músicas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='música do momento'/><title type='text'>Música do Momento: "´São Gestos" de Paulo Gonzo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Muito bom....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="334" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/GfvzP1_gpi8" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3894454190185064391-6961816386689625300?l=asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com/feeds/6961816386689625300/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3894454190185064391&amp;postID=6961816386689625300' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894454190185064391/posts/default/6961816386689625300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894454190185064391/posts/default/6961816386689625300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com/2011/12/musica-do-momento-sao-gestos-de-paulo.html' title='Música do Momento: &quot;´São Gestos&quot; de Paulo Gonzo'/><author><name>Rute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06496771558834087476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FN406mwSSAk/TskEj_ZPKnI/AAAAAAAANs0/JzZhyLfs46U/s220/250541_149971848408591_100001873313475_317944_2509435_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/GfvzP1_gpi8/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3894454190185064391.post-7768503215857881156</id><published>2011-12-24T12:18:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-12-24T12:18:12.620Z</updated><title type='text'>Feliz Natal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Desejos-vos os Feliz Natal cheio de amor, saúde, amizade e alegria, essas sim são as prendas mais importantes!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vWVfpd94wb8/TvXC-LWgISI/AAAAAAAANuE/RvmRXA0WIew/s1600/feliz-natal-mensagens_159873504_0315.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="236" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vWVfpd94wb8/TvXC-LWgISI/AAAAAAAANuE/RvmRXA0WIew/s320/feliz-natal-mensagens_159873504_0315.gif" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3894454190185064391-7768503215857881156?l=asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com/feeds/7768503215857881156/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3894454190185064391&amp;postID=7768503215857881156' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894454190185064391/posts/default/7768503215857881156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894454190185064391/posts/default/7768503215857881156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com/2011/12/feliz-natal.html' title='Feliz Natal'/><author><name>Rute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06496771558834087476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FN406mwSSAk/TskEj_ZPKnI/AAAAAAAANs0/JzZhyLfs46U/s220/250541_149971848408591_100001873313475_317944_2509435_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vWVfpd94wb8/TvXC-LWgISI/AAAAAAAANuE/RvmRXA0WIew/s72-c/feliz-natal-mensagens_159873504_0315.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3894454190185064391.post-4158120633825694517</id><published>2011-12-18T16:47:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-01-29T18:57:44.042Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflexao'/><title type='text'>Confiança</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--jk2XwM1zvA/Tu4Y81polqI/AAAAAAAANt4/nFIy2Tbkxgk/s1600/confian%25C3%25A7a21.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="132" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--jk2XwM1zvA/Tu4Y81polqI/AAAAAAAANt4/nFIy2Tbkxgk/s200/confian%25C3%25A7a21.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;O que é a confiança???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Se pudesse dar a minha definição de confiança e colocá-la num dicionário diria que é a capacidade de me mostrar inteiramente ao outro, ser capaz de lhe contar os meus segredos que mais ninguém ou pouca gente sabe, ser capaz de chorar na sua frente e ser aquela pessoa que me vem logo ao pensamento naquele momento em que mais preciso de um conforto, de um abraço, de um colo.Confiar implica dar tudo de nós....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Com o passar do tempo tornei-me uma pessoa cada vez mais desconfiada, e é preciso muito para que consiga confiar em alguém, e se esse alguém em quem confiei a minha pessoa me magoa ou desilude acreditem que é para mim muito difícil voltar a confiar. Posso voltar a falar e ser amiga dessa pessoa, mas para voltar a confiar é preciso ter uma linha de conhecimento muito longa, porque o perdão só se obtém com o tempo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Uma desilusão pode magoar muito vindo de alguém por quem tens carinho mas, quando alguém em quem confiaste te desilude, a dor torna-se ainda maior. Com o tempo e a experiência aprendi a lidar com essa desilusão, e aprendi a afastar-me de quem me desiludiu para que eu própria não me magoe ainda mais. Essa desilusão, essa dor e essa mágoa tornam-se ainda maiores quando é vindo de alguém que consideras uma irmã, de sangue ou de coração, alguém que nunca pensaste que te iria magoar....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3894454190185064391-4158120633825694517?l=asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com/feeds/4158120633825694517/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3894454190185064391&amp;postID=4158120633825694517' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894454190185064391/posts/default/4158120633825694517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894454190185064391/posts/default/4158120633825694517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com/2011/12/confianca.html' title='Confiança'/><author><name>Rute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06496771558834087476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FN406mwSSAk/TskEj_ZPKnI/AAAAAAAANs0/JzZhyLfs46U/s220/250541_149971848408591_100001873313475_317944_2509435_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--jk2XwM1zvA/Tu4Y81polqI/AAAAAAAANt4/nFIy2Tbkxgk/s72-c/confian%25C3%25A7a21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3894454190185064391.post-2024380100967139000</id><published>2011-12-14T12:47:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-01-29T18:58:20.147Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='licao'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflexao'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rubricas'/><title type='text'>Lição de Vida: Semana nº 48 e 49 de 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6YXU7r5gefQ/TuiaqwdomrI/AAAAAAAANtw/FQO-1LJUaBU/s1600/for%25C3%25A7a%252Binterior.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6YXU7r5gefQ/TuiaqwdomrI/AAAAAAAANtw/FQO-1LJUaBU/s1600/for%25C3%25A7a%252Binterior.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Ora nada mais se pode aplicar a mim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Se o arrependimento matar, então eu serei eternamente imortal."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3894454190185064391-2024380100967139000?l=asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com/feeds/2024380100967139000/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3894454190185064391&amp;postID=2024380100967139000' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894454190185064391/posts/default/2024380100967139000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894454190185064391/posts/default/2024380100967139000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com/2011/12/licao-de-vida-semana-n-48-e-49-de-2011.html' title='Lição de Vida: Semana nº 48 e 49 de 2011'/><author><name>Rute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06496771558834087476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FN406mwSSAk/TskEj_ZPKnI/AAAAAAAANs0/JzZhyLfs46U/s220/250541_149971848408591_100001873313475_317944_2509435_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6YXU7r5gefQ/TuiaqwdomrI/AAAAAAAANtw/FQO-1LJUaBU/s72-c/for%25C3%25A7a%252Binterior.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3894454190185064391.post-284755131237230917</id><published>2011-12-06T20:14:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-12-06T20:14:47.936Z</updated><title type='text'>De cu no chão!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TmH5CebE7N4/Tt53p24fPqI/AAAAAAAANto/7btYj8DE2-8/s1600/falling-goofy-pic.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TmH5CebE7N4/Tt53p24fPqI/AAAAAAAANto/7btYj8DE2-8/s1600/falling-goofy-pic.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Ora esta foi a minha forma de acabar um dia de trabalho ao sair das portas do metro: CU NO CHÃO!! Enfim, só não me ri da minha figura a cair em câmara lenta porque estava sozinha senão teria sido um fartote de riso....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3894454190185064391-284755131237230917?l=asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com/feeds/284755131237230917/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3894454190185064391&amp;postID=284755131237230917' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894454190185064391/posts/default/284755131237230917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894454190185064391/posts/default/284755131237230917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com/2011/12/de-cu-no-chao.html' title='De cu no chão!!'/><author><name>Rute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06496771558834087476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FN406mwSSAk/TskEj_ZPKnI/AAAAAAAANs0/JzZhyLfs46U/s220/250541_149971848408591_100001873313475_317944_2509435_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TmH5CebE7N4/Tt53p24fPqI/AAAAAAAANto/7btYj8DE2-8/s72-c/falling-goofy-pic.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3894454190185064391.post-3283375053296996937</id><published>2011-11-27T16:49:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-01-29T18:58:20.148Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='licao'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflexao'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rubricas'/><title type='text'>Lição de Vida: Semana nº 46 e 47 de 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ij7BVHu9BXU/TtJqIbqgOBI/AAAAAAAANtg/2I6IqOvhm-s/s1600/lagrima.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ij7BVHu9BXU/TtJqIbqgOBI/AAAAAAAANtg/2I6IqOvhm-s/s200/lagrima.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;"Olhos que não vêem, coração que não sente. Coração que sente, olhos ansiosos por te ver."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3894454190185064391-3283375053296996937?l=asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com/feeds/3283375053296996937/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3894454190185064391&amp;postID=3283375053296996937' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894454190185064391/posts/default/3283375053296996937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894454190185064391/posts/default/3283375053296996937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com/2011/11/licao-de-vida-semana-n-46-e-47-de-2011.html' title='Lição de Vida: Semana nº 46 e 47 de 2011'/><author><name>Rute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06496771558834087476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FN406mwSSAk/TskEj_ZPKnI/AAAAAAAANs0/JzZhyLfs46U/s220/250541_149971848408591_100001873313475_317944_2509435_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ij7BVHu9BXU/TtJqIbqgOBI/AAAAAAAANtg/2I6IqOvhm-s/s72-c/lagrima.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3894454190185064391.post-4188148367885326549</id><published>2011-11-20T15:38:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-11-20T15:38:00.860Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='músicas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='música do momento'/><title type='text'>Música do Momento: "Don't You Wanna Stay" de Jason Aldean &amp; Kelly Clarkson</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Confesso que esta música não me saí da cabeça alguns dias.... é só mais uma a juntar ao MP3!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="334" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/0c4ti6TKzt0" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3894454190185064391-4188148367885326549?l=asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com/feeds/4188148367885326549/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3894454190185064391&amp;postID=4188148367885326549' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894454190185064391/posts/default/4188148367885326549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894454190185064391/posts/default/4188148367885326549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com/2011/11/musica-do-momento-dont-you-wanna-stay.html' title='Música do Momento: &quot;Don&apos;t You Wanna Stay&quot; de Jason Aldean &amp; Kelly Clarkson'/><author><name>Rute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06496771558834087476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FN406mwSSAk/TskEj_ZPKnI/AAAAAAAANs0/JzZhyLfs46U/s220/250541_149971848408591_100001873313475_317944_2509435_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/0c4ti6TKzt0/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3894454190185064391.post-3872476754650672570</id><published>2011-11-20T13:42:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-11-20T13:42:11.487Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='programas de tv'/><title type='text'>No meu tempo....: Vitinho</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Não é que obedecesse muito ao Vitinho mas ninguém se esquece do seu amigo de final de noite, que nos mandava ir dormir....&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Esta é dedicada à minha Tola &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://gi-paraladomundo.blogspot.com/" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Gilda&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="334" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/7U-_ZUqYvMg" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3894454190185064391-3872476754650672570?l=asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com/feeds/3872476754650672570/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3894454190185064391&amp;postID=3872476754650672570' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894454190185064391/posts/default/3872476754650672570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894454190185064391/posts/default/3872476754650672570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com/2011/11/no-meu-tempo-vitinho.html' title='No meu tempo....: Vitinho'/><author><name>Rute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06496771558834087476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FN406mwSSAk/TskEj_ZPKnI/AAAAAAAANs0/JzZhyLfs46U/s220/250541_149971848408591_100001873313475_317944_2509435_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/7U-_ZUqYvMg/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3894454190185064391.post-1302026501648366912</id><published>2011-11-15T21:38:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-01-29T18:58:20.149Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='licao'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflexao'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rubricas'/><title type='text'>Lição de Vida: Semana nº 45 de 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aOL6a28HBkA/TsLbtHUlvDI/AAAAAAAANso/e3IIdn9ObGc/s1600/abra%25C3%25A7o_4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aOL6a28HBkA/TsLbtHUlvDI/AAAAAAAANso/e3IIdn9ObGc/s200/abra%25C3%25A7o_4.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Esta semana não andei muito inspirada portanto a frase que deixo não é nada de especial mas, apesar de tudo é uma grande verdade e um abraço pode significar tudo em muitos momentos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Um abraço não é nenhum remédio nem a cura definitiva, mas em muitos momentos funciona de forma a aliviar muita dor e vazio interior."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3894454190185064391-1302026501648366912?l=asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com/feeds/1302026501648366912/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3894454190185064391&amp;postID=1302026501648366912' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894454190185064391/posts/default/1302026501648366912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894454190185064391/posts/default/1302026501648366912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com/2011/11/licao-de-vida-semana-n-45-de-2011.html' title='Lição de Vida: Semana nº 45 de 2011'/><author><name>Rute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06496771558834087476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FN406mwSSAk/TskEj_ZPKnI/AAAAAAAANs0/JzZhyLfs46U/s220/250541_149971848408591_100001873313475_317944_2509435_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aOL6a28HBkA/TsLbtHUlvDI/AAAAAAAANso/e3IIdn9ObGc/s72-c/abra%25C3%25A7o_4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3894454190185064391.post-8391834615992906496</id><published>2011-11-12T15:51:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-11-12T15:51:41.572Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='séries'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pessoal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='programas de tv'/><title type='text'>No meu tempo....: Dartacão</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Vou aproveitar o blog para publicar frequentemente alguns temas que vivi na minha infância, desde programas de tv até livros, vamos recordar algo que me fez companhia na idade da inocência.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Quem é que, nascido antes de 1995-2000, não se recorda do Dartacão? Era mesmo fixe..... isto sim eram desenhos animados de valor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="334" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/_2VzX3JBGRI" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3894454190185064391-8391834615992906496?l=asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com/feeds/8391834615992906496/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3894454190185064391&amp;postID=8391834615992906496' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894454190185064391/posts/default/8391834615992906496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894454190185064391/posts/default/8391834615992906496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com/2011/11/no-meu-tempo-dartacao.html' title='No meu tempo....: Dartacão'/><author><name>Rute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06496771558834087476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FN406mwSSAk/TskEj_ZPKnI/AAAAAAAANs0/JzZhyLfs46U/s220/250541_149971848408591_100001873313475_317944_2509435_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/_2VzX3JBGRI/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3894454190185064391.post-6604797171932617390</id><published>2011-11-10T16:40:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-11-10T16:40:12.329Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='músicas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='música do momento'/><title type='text'>Música do Momento: "Over You" dos Daughtry</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Por mais que tente, é difícil esquecer o que se insiste em lembrar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;iframe allwfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="334" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/m02-RHN_hQE" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3894454190185064391-6604797171932617390?l=asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com/feeds/6604797171932617390/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3894454190185064391&amp;postID=6604797171932617390' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894454190185064391/posts/default/6604797171932617390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894454190185064391/posts/default/6604797171932617390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com/2011/11/musica-do-momento-over-you-dos-daughtry.html' title='Música do Momento: &quot;Over You&quot; dos Daughtry'/><author><name>Rute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06496771558834087476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FN406mwSSAk/TskEj_ZPKnI/AAAAAAAANs0/JzZhyLfs46U/s220/250541_149971848408591_100001873313475_317944_2509435_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/m02-RHN_hQE/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3894454190185064391.post-3487204963808865037</id><published>2011-11-07T12:00:00.007Z</published><updated>2011-11-07T12:44:09.606Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><title type='text'>Dois anos!! PARABÉNS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KaLCQn8Kj6E/TrazqzmuEvI/AAAAAAAANsg/mMeT9RlxiJs/s1600/maisdomesmo_doisanos01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="238" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KaLCQn8Kj6E/TrazqzmuEvI/AAAAAAAANsg/mMeT9RlxiJs/s320/maisdomesmo_doisanos01.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Hoje o meu blogue faz dois anos de existência.... Parabéns a mim e a todos os que visitam e comentam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3894454190185064391-3487204963808865037?l=asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com/feeds/3487204963808865037/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3894454190185064391&amp;postID=3487204963808865037' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894454190185064391/posts/default/3487204963808865037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894454190185064391/posts/default/3487204963808865037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com/2011/11/dois-anos-parabens.html' title='Dois anos!! PARABÉNS'/><author><name>Rute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06496771558834087476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FN406mwSSAk/TskEj_ZPKnI/AAAAAAAANs0/JzZhyLfs46U/s220/250541_149971848408591_100001873313475_317944_2509435_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KaLCQn8Kj6E/TrazqzmuEvI/AAAAAAAANsg/mMeT9RlxiJs/s72-c/maisdomesmo_doisanos01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3894454190185064391.post-1019662493483602751</id><published>2011-11-06T14:51:00.001Z</published><updated>2012-01-29T18:58:20.150Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='licao'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflexao'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rubricas'/><title type='text'>Lição de Vida: Semana nº 44 de 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T6-OEuJ59Yo/Traez2GlmHI/AAAAAAAANsY/zQqsUSXd7xE/s1600/confianca.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T6-OEuJ59Yo/Traez2GlmHI/AAAAAAAANsY/zQqsUSXd7xE/s1600/confianca.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Só poderás confiar nos outros no dia em que aprenderes a confiar em ti."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Cá está uma coisa que terei de aprender a fazer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3894454190185064391-1019662493483602751?l=asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com/feeds/1019662493483602751/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3894454190185064391&amp;postID=1019662493483602751' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894454190185064391/posts/default/1019662493483602751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894454190185064391/posts/default/1019662493483602751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com/2011/11/licao-de-vida-semana-n-44-de-2011.html' title='Lição de Vida: Semana nº 44 de 2011'/><author><name>Rute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06496771558834087476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FN406mwSSAk/TskEj_ZPKnI/AAAAAAAANs0/JzZhyLfs46U/s220/250541_149971848408591_100001873313475_317944_2509435_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T6-OEuJ59Yo/Traez2GlmHI/AAAAAAAANsY/zQqsUSXd7xE/s72-c/confianca.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3894454190185064391.post-3849429228801510376</id><published>2011-11-05T22:47:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-11-05T22:47:13.976Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebridades'/><title type='text'>RIP Harley</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vTcP5EQeuJM/TrW8wS3rHoI/AAAAAAAANsQ/XtAeQHLDuzk/s1600/341230_f520.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vTcP5EQeuJM/TrW8wS3rHoI/AAAAAAAANsQ/XtAeQHLDuzk/s320/341230_f520.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;É sempre duro perder um membro da nossa família que adoramos. Jared, estou contigo :(.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;(Para os mais distraídos, Harley é o cão do lado esquerdo do monitor, do actor Jared Padalecki também na foto, que morreu hoje com cancro).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3894454190185064391-3849429228801510376?l=asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com/feeds/3849429228801510376/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3894454190185064391&amp;postID=3849429228801510376' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894454190185064391/posts/default/3849429228801510376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894454190185064391/posts/default/3849429228801510376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com/2011/11/rip-harley.html' title='RIP Harley'/><author><name>Rute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06496771558834087476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FN406mwSSAk/TskEj_ZPKnI/AAAAAAAANs0/JzZhyLfs46U/s220/250541_149971848408591_100001873313475_317944_2509435_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vTcP5EQeuJM/TrW8wS3rHoI/AAAAAAAANsQ/XtAeQHLDuzk/s72-c/341230_f520.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3894454190185064391.post-5944451503240055510</id><published>2011-10-30T20:53:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-10-30T20:53:24.664Z</updated><title type='text'>Saudades...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Olha não quero saber quem vai ler isto....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3zOS3bE_bms/Tq25JMoTGtI/AAAAAAAANsI/AWnZmBhrho4/s1600/coracao_partido.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="244" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3zOS3bE_bms/Tq25JMoTGtI/AAAAAAAANsI/AWnZmBhrho4/s320/coracao_partido.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Tenho Saudades tuas, PORRA!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3894454190185064391-5944451503240055510?l=asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com/feeds/5944451503240055510/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3894454190185064391&amp;postID=5944451503240055510' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894454190185064391/posts/default/5944451503240055510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894454190185064391/posts/default/5944451503240055510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com/2011/10/saudades.html' title='Saudades...'/><author><name>Rute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06496771558834087476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FN406mwSSAk/TskEj_ZPKnI/AAAAAAAANs0/JzZhyLfs46U/s220/250541_149971848408591_100001873313475_317944_2509435_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3zOS3bE_bms/Tq25JMoTGtI/AAAAAAAANsI/AWnZmBhrho4/s72-c/coracao_partido.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3894454190185064391.post-521398244196714134</id><published>2011-10-30T16:45:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-01-29T18:58:20.151Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='licao'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflexao'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rubricas'/><title type='text'>Lição de Vida: Semana nº 43 de 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DObZTaNCobw/Tq1_IKqDfPI/AAAAAAAANsA/Qe8GTM499I4/s1600/000893.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="198" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DObZTaNCobw/Tq1_IKqDfPI/AAAAAAAANsA/Qe8GTM499I4/s200/000893.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;"Os teus obstáculos são proporcionais à tua força interior."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3894454190185064391-521398244196714134?l=asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com/feeds/521398244196714134/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3894454190185064391&amp;postID=521398244196714134' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894454190185064391/posts/default/521398244196714134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894454190185064391/posts/default/521398244196714134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com/2011/10/licao-de-vida-semana-n-43-de-2011.html' title='Lição de Vida: Semana nº 43 de 2011'/><author><name>Rute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06496771558834087476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FN406mwSSAk/TskEj_ZPKnI/AAAAAAAANs0/JzZhyLfs46U/s220/250541_149971848408591_100001873313475_317944_2509435_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DObZTaNCobw/Tq1_IKqDfPI/AAAAAAAANsA/Qe8GTM499I4/s72-c/000893.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3894454190185064391.post-8853471639479944282</id><published>2011-10-27T19:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T19:18:08.140+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fotos'/><title type='text'>Hulk aka Tintin</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4PkTj9S6YPU/TqmgF6OBBqI/AAAAAAAANr4/eZ-zcfUJZmE/s1600/302003_309556609059252_274226449258935_1470657_386887622_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="215" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4PkTj9S6YPU/TqmgF6OBBqI/AAAAAAAANr4/eZ-zcfUJZmE/s320/302003_309556609059252_274226449258935_1470657_386887622_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Ahahahahah.... espero que os portistas não levem a mal, mas tinha de partilhar isto aqui. Eu cá sei quem ficava bem na pele do Milu, lalalalala&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3894454190185064391-8853471639479944282?l=asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com/feeds/8853471639479944282/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3894454190185064391&amp;postID=8853471639479944282' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894454190185064391/posts/default/8853471639479944282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894454190185064391/posts/default/8853471639479944282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com/2011/10/hulk-aka-tintin.html' title='Hulk aka Tintin'/><author><name>Rute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06496771558834087476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FN406mwSSAk/TskEj_ZPKnI/AAAAAAAANs0/JzZhyLfs46U/s220/250541_149971848408591_100001873313475_317944_2509435_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4PkTj9S6YPU/TqmgF6OBBqI/AAAAAAAANr4/eZ-zcfUJZmE/s72-c/302003_309556609059252_274226449258935_1470657_386887622_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3894454190185064391.post-5059946007761664652</id><published>2011-10-27T19:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T19:11:54.749+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='signos'/><title type='text'>Signo a Signo</title><content type='html'>Encontrei este post no mural de um amigo no Facebook e resolvi partilhar. O tema é "De acordo, com o teu signo quantas pessoas são precisas para mudar uma lâmpada?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}" style="font-weight: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody translationEligibleUserMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Carneiro&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P: Quantas pessoas do signo Carneiro são necessárias para mudar uma lâmpada?&lt;br /&gt;R: Apenas uma, mas serão necessárias muitas lâmpadas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Touro&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;  P: Quantas pessoas do signo Touro são necessárias para mudar uma lâmpada?&lt;br /&gt;R: Nenhuma, os Touros não gostam de mudar nada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gémeos&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P: Quantas pessoas do signo Gémeos são necessárias para trocar uma lâmpada?&lt;br /&gt;R: Duas (é claro). Vai durar o fim-de-semana inteiro, mas quando  estiver pronto a lâmpada vai fazer o serviço da casa, falar francês e  ficar da cor que você quiser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Caranguejo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P: Quantas pessoas do signo Caranguejo são necessárias para trocar uma lâmpada?&lt;br /&gt;R: Somente uma. Mas andará três anos a fazer terapia para o ajudar a passar pelo processo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Leão&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P: Quantas pessoas do signo Leão são necessárias para trocar uma lâmpada?&lt;br /&gt;R: Um Leão não troca lâmpadas, a não ser que ele segure a lâmpada e o mundo gire em torno dele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Virgem&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P: Quantas pessoas do signo Virgem são necessárias para trocar uma lâmpada?&lt;br /&gt;R: Vamos ver: uma para girar a lâmpada, uma para anotar quando a  lâmpada queimou, e a data em que ela foi comprada, outra para decidir de  quem foi a culpa da lâmpada ter sido queimada e perguntar, dez para  decidir como remodelar a casa enquanto os restantes trocam a lâmpada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Balança&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P: Quantas pessoas do signo Balança são necessárias para trocar uma lâmpada?&lt;br /&gt;R: Bom, na realidade eu não sei. Acho que depende de quando a lâmpada  foi queimada. Talvez só uma, se for uma lâmpada comum, mas talvez duas  se a pessoa não souber onde encontrar uma lâmpada, ou ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Escorpião&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P: Quantas pessoas do signo Escorpião são necessárias para trocar uma lâmpada?&lt;br /&gt;R: Mas quem é que quer saber? Porque é que queres saber? És polícia??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sagitário&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P: Quantas pessoas do signo Sagitário são necessárias para trocar uma lâmpada?&lt;br /&gt;R: O sol está a brilhar, é cedo, nós temos a vida inteira pela frente, e estás preocupado em trocar uma estúpida lâmpada?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Capricórnio&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P: Quantas pessoas do signo Capricórnio são necessárias para trocar uma lâmpada?&lt;br /&gt;R: Nenhuma. Os Capricórnios não trocam lâmpadas - a não ser que seja um negócio lucrativo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Aquário&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P: Quantas pessoas do signo Aquário são necessárias para trocar uma lâmpada?&lt;br /&gt;R: Vão aparecer centenas, todas competindo para ver quem será o único a trazer a luz ao mundo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Peixes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P: Quantas pessoas do signo Peixes são necessárias para trocar uma lâmpada?&lt;br /&gt;R: O quê?! A luz está apagada?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Retirado do Facebook de Joana&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt; Costa&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3894454190185064391-5059946007761664652?l=asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com/feeds/5059946007761664652/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3894454190185064391&amp;postID=5059946007761664652' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894454190185064391/posts/default/5059946007761664652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894454190185064391/posts/default/5059946007761664652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com/2011/10/signo-signo.html' title='Signo a Signo'/><author><name>Rute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06496771558834087476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FN406mwSSAk/TskEj_ZPKnI/AAAAAAAANs0/JzZhyLfs46U/s220/250541_149971848408591_100001873313475_317944_2509435_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3894454190185064391.post-4816653032699909360</id><published>2011-10-24T20:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T20:40:14.530+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='músicas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='música do momento'/><title type='text'>Música do Momento: "Always" dos Bon Jovi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Podem dizer que é uma música lamechas e etc, etc mas a verdade é que esta música é um Ícone e com certeza ninguém fica indiferente aos seus versos e melodia.&amp;nbsp; LINDA!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Faz-me lembrar tanta gente, tantos momentos e raramente consigo passar um dia sem a ouvir, e quando a ouço uma lágrima tem sempre de escorrer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://gi-paraladomundo.blogspot.com/"&gt;Gilda&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, é a nossa música minha mana do coração!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"And I'll be there, forever and a day, always&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;If you told me to cry for you, I could&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;If you told me to die for you, I would"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="334" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/9BMwcO6_hyA" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3894454190185064391-4816653032699909360?l=asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com/feeds/4816653032699909360/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3894454190185064391&amp;postID=4816653032699909360' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894454190185064391/posts/default/4816653032699909360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894454190185064391/posts/default/4816653032699909360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com/2011/10/musica-do-momento-always-dos-bon-jovi.html' title='Música do Momento: &quot;Always&quot; dos Bon Jovi'/><author><name>Rute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06496771558834087476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FN406mwSSAk/TskEj_ZPKnI/AAAAAAAANs0/JzZhyLfs46U/s220/250541_149971848408591_100001873313475_317944_2509435_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/9BMwcO6_hyA/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3894454190185064391.post-1164732569183895554</id><published>2011-10-24T20:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T18:58:20.152Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='licao'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflexao'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rubricas'/><title type='text'>Lição de Vida: Semana nº 42 de 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Z_RdQ_PvAjM/TqW3BINXLfI/AAAAAAAANrk/Qdt-VVnyBBE/s1600/Imagens-Esse-olhar.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Z_RdQ_PvAjM/TqW3BINXLfI/AAAAAAAANrk/Qdt-VVnyBBE/s200/Imagens-Esse-olhar.jpg" width="176" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Os olhos mostram aquilo que o coração sente."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;E depois paciência...aguenta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3894454190185064391-1164732569183895554?l=asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com/feeds/1164732569183895554/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3894454190185064391&amp;postID=1164732569183895554' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894454190185064391/posts/default/1164732569183895554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894454190185064391/posts/default/1164732569183895554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com/2011/10/licao-de-vida-semana-n-42-de-2011.html' title='Lição de Vida: Semana nº 42 de 2011'/><author><name>Rute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06496771558834087476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FN406mwSSAk/TskEj_ZPKnI/AAAAAAAANs0/JzZhyLfs46U/s220/250541_149971848408591_100001873313475_317944_2509435_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Z_RdQ_PvAjM/TqW3BINXLfI/AAAAAAAANrk/Qdt-VVnyBBE/s72-c/Imagens-Esse-olhar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3894454190185064391.post-1071279537378365539</id><published>2011-10-21T19:54:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T20:00:28.370+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sociedade'/><title type='text'>Novas Lições do Metropolitano de Lisboa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Finalmente os responsáveis do metropolitano, de uma forma humorística conseguiram retratar bem a falta de civismo que existe entre alguns dos utilizadores do metro.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Desde a quem fala ao telemóvel e tem de contar a conversa em alto e bom som, até àqueles Ursos que não deixam as pessoas saírem das carruagens e começam logo a entrar, são muitos os anúncios que estão espalhados pelas diversas carruagens.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Claro que o meu favorito é o que ilustra as pessoas que não sabem andar de escadas rolantes, é mesmo caso para dizer: NÃO SEJA URSO!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;(cliquem nas imagens para aumentar) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MkkF1cvEaDs/Tpsl6xqvZGI/AAAAAAAANqk/pQRxhr931xM/s1600/momentos.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="136" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MkkF1cvEaDs/Tpsl6xqvZGI/AAAAAAAANqk/pQRxhr931xM/s200/momentos.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;"Todo o momento tem o seu tempo, e todo o tempo foi vivido num momento."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3894454190185064391-6979984781355526755?l=asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com/feeds/6979984781355526755/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3894454190185064391&amp;postID=6979984781355526755' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894454190185064391/posts/default/6979984781355526755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894454190185064391/posts/default/6979984781355526755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com/2011/10/licao-de-vida-semana-n-40-e-41-de-2011.html' title='Lição de Vida: Semana nº 40 e 41 de 2011'/><author><name>Rute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06496771558834087476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FN406mwSSAk/TskEj_ZPKnI/AAAAAAAANs0/JzZhyLfs46U/s220/250541_149971848408591_100001873313475_317944_2509435_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MkkF1cvEaDs/Tpsl6xqvZGI/AAAAAAAANqk/pQRxhr931xM/s72-c/momentos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3894454190185064391.post-6411278160411393614</id><published>2011-10-16T19:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T19:41:17.079+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fotos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foto do momento'/><title type='text'>Foto do Momento: Pequenos Grandes Homens</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Esta imagem não podia deixar de marcar presença no meu blog. É por isto que adoro as crianças e o que mais quero é trabalhar com elas e para elas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ie5ogMca-5E/TpslEi61e9I/AAAAAAAANqc/AqqtxEHwHM8/s1600/311490_2373543058648_1252707678_2778926_1956632900_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="216" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ie5ogMca-5E/TpslEi61e9I/AAAAAAAANqc/AqqtxEHwHM8/s320/311490_2373543058648_1252707678_2778926_1956632900_n.jpg" width="320" /&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/3894454190185064391-6411278160411393614?l=asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com/feeds/6411278160411393614/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3894454190185064391&amp;postID=6411278160411393614' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894454190185064391/posts/default/6411278160411393614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894454190185064391/posts/default/6411278160411393614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com/2011/10/foto-do-momento-pequenos-grandes-homens.html' title='Foto do Momento: Pequenos Grandes Homens'/><author><name>Rute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06496771558834087476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FN406mwSSAk/TskEj_ZPKnI/AAAAAAAANs0/JzZhyLfs46U/s220/250541_149971848408591_100001873313475_317944_2509435_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ie5ogMca-5E/TpslEi61e9I/AAAAAAAANqc/AqqtxEHwHM8/s72-c/311490_2373543058648_1252707678_2778926_1956632900_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3894454190185064391.post-8963679343556551766</id><published>2011-10-12T21:45:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T21:45:43.668+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebridades'/><title type='text'>Padalecki vai ser papá!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ef8s7qemQx8/TpX8cDOsJBI/AAAAAAAANqU/q9JA9nl43nw/s1600/yt25daedekndd5ey.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ef8s7qemQx8/TpX8cDOsJBI/AAAAAAAANqU/q9JA9nl43nw/s200/yt25daedekndd5ey.jpg" width="140" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Que pai mais bom ele vai ser, em todos os sentidos. Parabéns ao casal!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3894454190185064391-8963679343556551766?l=asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com/feeds/8963679343556551766/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3894454190185064391&amp;postID=8963679343556551766' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894454190185064391/posts/default/8963679343556551766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894454190185064391/posts/default/8963679343556551766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com/2011/10/padalecki-vai-ser-papa.html' title='Padalecki vai ser papá!!'/><author><name>Rute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06496771558834087476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FN406mwSSAk/TskEj_ZPKnI/AAAAAAAANs0/JzZhyLfs46U/s220/250541_149971848408591_100001873313475_317944_2509435_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ef8s7qemQx8/TpX8cDOsJBI/AAAAAAAANqU/q9JA9nl43nw/s72-c/yt25daedekndd5ey.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3894454190185064391.post-596102079037410632</id><published>2011-10-09T19:51:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T19:51:51.801+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pessoal'/><title type='text'>Nunca me esqueci...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Yqk1rlXenF0/TpHrOpeeOvI/AAAAAAAANqM/gGAXMESE9To/s1600/beijo_1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Yqk1rlXenF0/TpHrOpeeOvI/AAAAAAAANqM/gGAXMESE9To/s200/beijo_1.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;"Não sou supersticioso mas esta noite quando for meia-noite (noite de passagem de ano 2010/2011) quero passá-la com um beijo teu para que no próximo ano, não perca os teus beijos."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3894454190185064391-596102079037410632?l=asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com/feeds/596102079037410632/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3894454190185064391&amp;postID=596102079037410632' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894454190185064391/posts/default/596102079037410632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894454190185064391/posts/default/596102079037410632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com/2011/10/nunca-me-esqueci.html' title='Nunca me esqueci...'/><author><name>Rute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06496771558834087476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FN406mwSSAk/TskEj_ZPKnI/AAAAAAAANs0/JzZhyLfs46U/s220/250541_149971848408591_100001873313475_317944_2509435_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Yqk1rlXenF0/TpHrOpeeOvI/AAAAAAAANqM/gGAXMESE9To/s72-c/beijo_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3894454190185064391.post-2324185912851808441</id><published>2011-10-09T19:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T19:50:16.248+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='filme recomendado'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='filmes'/><title type='text'>Filme que Recomendo: Hachiko: A Dog's Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5U8KAIh3Urk/TpHrxAJCkxI/AAAAAAAANqQ/OzSloibV3vg/s1600/hachiko_poster_big.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5U8KAIh3Urk/TpHrxAJCkxI/AAAAAAAANqQ/OzSloibV3vg/s200/hachiko_poster_big.jpg" width="141" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Adoro filmes sobre animais e adoro filmes de histórias verídicas, portanto este filme é juntar o útil ao agradável. Infelizmente, mexe imenso com os nossos sentimentos mas é sem dúvidas uma grande lição à raça humana.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Eis a descrição e o trailer do filme mais abaixo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Hachiko é um cão especial, com a alcunha de "Hachi", e acompanha o seu  dono Parker, um professor universitário, todos os dias, até a estação de  comboios para o ver partir, retornando à estação, todas as tardes para  cumprimentá-lo ao final de cada dia. A natureza emocionalmente complexa  do que sucede quando esta sua rotina descontraída é interrompida, faz da  história de Hachi, um conto intemporal; a fiel devoção de um cão ao seu  dono mostra o grande poder do amor e revela que o mais simples dos  actos pode tornar-se no mais grandioso gesto de todos.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;in &lt;a href="http://cinema.sapo.pt/"&gt;Cinema Sapo &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: transparent; border: medium none; color: black; overflow: hidden; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="334" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/IfCNX7-RkbM" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E     eis os    links para download do   filme sem legendas e por torrent   (Se    tiverem    dificuldades com   estes torrents podem sempre tentar   outros    sites e    também   legendas se tiverem dificuldade em perceber o    inglês,   vejam &lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/spnfanspt_downs/13816.html"&gt;AQUI&lt;/a&gt;      alguns sites que aconselho, assim como é explicado como colocar   legendas num vídeo em    separado).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_663885777"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://thepiratebay.org/torrent/5395116/Hachiko_A_Dog_s_Story%5B2009%5DDvDrip%5BEng%5D-FXG"&gt;The  Pirate Bay 1&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thepiratebay.org/torrent/5327594/Hachiko.A.Dogs.Story.DVDRip.XviD-NeDiVx"&gt;The Pirate Bay 2 &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E    aí,   ficaram com vontade de ver? Já viram e o que acharam (se não  gostam     estejam à vontade para me o dizer)?&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3894454190185064391-2324185912851808441?l=asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com/feeds/2324185912851808441/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3894454190185064391&amp;postID=2324185912851808441' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894454190185064391/posts/default/2324185912851808441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894454190185064391/posts/default/2324185912851808441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com/2011/10/filme-que-recomendo-hachiko-dogs-story.html' title='Filme que Recomendo: Hachiko: A Dog&apos;s Story'/><author><name>Rute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06496771558834087476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FN406mwSSAk/TskEj_ZPKnI/AAAAAAAANs0/JzZhyLfs46U/s220/250541_149971848408591_100001873313475_317944_2509435_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5U8KAIh3Urk/TpHrxAJCkxI/AAAAAAAANqQ/OzSloibV3vg/s72-c/hachiko_poster_big.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3894454190185064391.post-7546702044401470161</id><published>2011-10-05T16:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T16:06:52.573+01:00</updated><title type='text'>As discotecas e o tabaco</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VNRe0wP_hY8/Toxyb3f3jII/AAAAAAAANqI/XVrOVZJbWo4/s1600/fumo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="123" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VNRe0wP_hY8/Toxyb3f3jII/AAAAAAAANqI/XVrOVZJbWo4/s200/fumo.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Não tenho nada contra quem fuma até porque tenho pessoas muito próximas que fumam, mas uma coisa que me irrita profundamente é que fumem numa discoteca fechada.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Sem quaisquer condições de ventilação, um lugar fechado, onde estás horas e horas, ainda tens de levar com o fumo das outras pessoas é na minha opinião uma falta de "respeito" pelos não fumadores, ou melhor dizendo, os fumadores passivos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Custa muito ir para a rua, ou as próprias discotecas proibirem o tabaco dentro das instalações?!!&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/3894454190185064391-7546702044401470161?l=asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com/feeds/7546702044401470161/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3894454190185064391&amp;postID=7546702044401470161' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894454190185064391/posts/default/7546702044401470161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894454190185064391/posts/default/7546702044401470161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com/2011/10/as-discotecas-e-o-tabaco.html' title='As discotecas e o tabaco'/><author><name>Rute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06496771558834087476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FN406mwSSAk/TskEj_ZPKnI/AAAAAAAANs0/JzZhyLfs46U/s220/250541_149971848408591_100001873313475_317944_2509435_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VNRe0wP_hY8/Toxyb3f3jII/AAAAAAAANqI/XVrOVZJbWo4/s72-c/fumo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3894454190185064391.post-8266400884777603266</id><published>2011-10-03T22:12:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T18:58:20.154Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='licao'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflexao'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rubricas'/><title type='text'>Lição de Vida: Semana nº 39 de 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;A&amp;nbsp; frase para reflectir esta semana advém dos versos de uma música que hoje vim a ouvir no caminho para casa&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kVKIoBJxeug/Took4xCJ8sI/AAAAAAAANqE/sGCndWzNHgg/s1600/ABRA%25C3%2587O.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="198" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kVKIoBJxeug/Took4xCJ8sI/AAAAAAAANqE/sGCndWzNHgg/s200/ABRA%25C3%2587O.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Mas por enquanto a chuva cai&lt;br /&gt;E essa saudade não se vai&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;   Eu só quero ter-te perto&lt;br /&gt;De mim&lt;br /&gt;E só quero estar contigo&lt;br /&gt;Assim&lt;br /&gt;Já não sei o que fazer(...)"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3894454190185064391-8266400884777603266?l=asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com/feeds/8266400884777603266/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3894454190185064391&amp;postID=8266400884777603266' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894454190185064391/posts/default/8266400884777603266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894454190185064391/posts/default/8266400884777603266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com/2011/10/licao-de-vida-semana-n-39-de-2011.html' title='Lição de Vida: Semana nº 39 de 2011'/><author><name>Rute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06496771558834087476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FN406mwSSAk/TskEj_ZPKnI/AAAAAAAANs0/JzZhyLfs46U/s220/250541_149971848408591_100001873313475_317944_2509435_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kVKIoBJxeug/Took4xCJ8sI/AAAAAAAANqE/sGCndWzNHgg/s72-c/ABRA%25C3%2587O.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3894454190185064391.post-4999628727875778461</id><published>2011-10-02T19:37:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-02T19:37:04.200+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pessoal'/><title type='text'>Carta de Condução....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-F_ekb2rcUS0/ToivLgedGvI/AAAAAAAANqA/4R77AJnJiqc/s1600/estudar1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-F_ekb2rcUS0/ToivLgedGvI/AAAAAAAANqA/4R77AJnJiqc/s200/estudar1.jpg" width="176" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Ainda estudei tão poucas matérias e já estou tão baralhada, confusa, receosa e principalmente cheia de medo de não conseguir terminar com sucesso.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Devia acreditar mais em mim e nas minhas capacidades mas enfim sempre fui assim pessimista e perfeccionista.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3894454190185064391-4999628727875778461?l=asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com/feeds/4999628727875778461/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3894454190185064391&amp;postID=4999628727875778461' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894454190185064391/posts/default/4999628727875778461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894454190185064391/posts/default/4999628727875778461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com/2011/10/carta-de-conducao.html' title='Carta de Condução....'/><author><name>Rute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06496771558834087476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FN406mwSSAk/TskEj_ZPKnI/AAAAAAAANs0/JzZhyLfs46U/s220/250541_149971848408591_100001873313475_317944_2509435_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-F_ekb2rcUS0/ToivLgedGvI/AAAAAAAANqA/4R77AJnJiqc/s72-c/estudar1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3894454190185064391.post-812004475646861640</id><published>2011-09-30T21:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T21:36:01.091+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='músicas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='música do momento'/><title type='text'>Música do Momento: "Please Don't Stop the Rain" do James Morrison</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Adoro..............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="334" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/F2Cm_4573fs" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3894454190185064391-812004475646861640?l=asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com/feeds/812004475646861640/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3894454190185064391&amp;postID=812004475646861640' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894454190185064391/posts/default/812004475646861640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894454190185064391/posts/default/812004475646861640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com/2011/09/musica-do-momento-please-dont-stop-rain.html' title='Música do Momento: &quot;Please Don&apos;t Stop the Rain&quot; do James Morrison'/><author><name>Rute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06496771558834087476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FN406mwSSAk/TskEj_ZPKnI/AAAAAAAANs0/JzZhyLfs46U/s220/250541_149971848408591_100001873313475_317944_2509435_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/F2Cm_4573fs/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3894454190185064391.post-9170147436106462713</id><published>2011-09-24T20:15:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-24T20:15:24.380+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu quero e cheira bem</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dKuu8LC4EzA/Tn4sBqO4iGI/AAAAAAAANp8/6_UO_UnnMBw/s1600/ck_shock_bottles.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="198" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dKuu8LC4EzA/Tn4sBqO4iGI/AAAAAAAANp8/6_UO_UnnMBw/s200/ck_shock_bottles.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;O Natal ainda esta longe mas eu quero já este perfume. É que cheira tão bem :) :) :) :) :).....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Um cheiro floral, delicado, suave e jovial, tal como eu gosto nos perfumes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3894454190185064391-9170147436106462713?l=asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com/feeds/9170147436106462713/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3894454190185064391&amp;postID=9170147436106462713' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894454190185064391/posts/default/9170147436106462713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894454190185064391/posts/default/9170147436106462713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com/2011/09/eu-quero-e-cheira-bem.html' title='Eu quero e cheira bem'/><author><name>Rute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06496771558834087476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FN406mwSSAk/TskEj_ZPKnI/AAAAAAAANs0/JzZhyLfs46U/s220/250541_149971848408591_100001873313475_317944_2509435_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dKuu8LC4EzA/Tn4sBqO4iGI/AAAAAAAANp8/6_UO_UnnMBw/s72-c/ck_shock_bottles.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3894454190185064391.post-8808128197612530141</id><published>2011-09-24T16:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T18:58:20.155Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='licao'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflexao'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rubricas'/><title type='text'>Lição de Vida: Semana nº 37 e 38 de 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nFHy57toocE/Tn31A46_8eI/AAAAAAAANpY/ZvevdBMrDos/s1600/fugindo+pra+sobreviver.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nFHy57toocE/Tn31A46_8eI/AAAAAAAANpY/ZvevdBMrDos/s200/fugindo+pra+sobreviver.jpg" width="133" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;" O ser humano vive numa fuga constante de si próprio."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Acabamos por fugir de nós mesmos, em vez de fugir daquilo que realmente nos faz mal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3894454190185064391-8808128197612530141?l=asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com/feeds/8808128197612530141/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3894454190185064391&amp;postID=8808128197612530141' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894454190185064391/posts/default/8808128197612530141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894454190185064391/posts/default/8808128197612530141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com/2011/09/licao-de-vida-semana-n-37-e-38-de-2011.html' title='Lição de Vida: Semana nº 37 e 38 de 2011'/><author><name>Rute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06496771558834087476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FN406mwSSAk/TskEj_ZPKnI/AAAAAAAANs0/JzZhyLfs46U/s220/250541_149971848408591_100001873313475_317944_2509435_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nFHy57toocE/Tn31A46_8eI/AAAAAAAANpY/ZvevdBMrDos/s72-c/fugindo+pra+sobreviver.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3894454190185064391.post-8338201390290664267</id><published>2011-09-16T22:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T18:58:20.156Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='licao'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflexao'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rubricas'/><title type='text'>Lição de Vida: Semana nº 36 de 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LereUKCvskI/TnO9gQ4sVOI/AAAAAAAANpU/xXxRL-3VCW8/s1600/simbolo-da-trai%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o-300x216.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="144" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LereUKCvskI/TnO9gQ4sVOI/AAAAAAAANpU/xXxRL-3VCW8/s200/simbolo-da-trai%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o-300x216.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Quem te derruba também cai."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3894454190185064391-8338201390290664267?l=asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com/feeds/8338201390290664267/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3894454190185064391&amp;postID=8338201390290664267' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894454190185064391/posts/default/8338201390290664267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894454190185064391/posts/default/8338201390290664267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com/2011/09/licao-de-vida-semana-n-36-de-2011.html' title='Lição de Vida: Semana nº 36 de 2011'/><author><name>Rute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06496771558834087476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FN406mwSSAk/TskEj_ZPKnI/AAAAAAAANs0/JzZhyLfs46U/s220/250541_149971848408591_100001873313475_317944_2509435_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LereUKCvskI/TnO9gQ4sVOI/AAAAAAAANpU/xXxRL-3VCW8/s72-c/simbolo-da-trai%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o-300x216.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3894454190185064391.post-4988752788190781830</id><published>2011-09-13T21:24:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T21:24:10.072+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pessoal'/><title type='text'>Adoro-vos e sinto a vossa falta....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vhGNxWztUfA/Tm-7xFkGt9I/AAAAAAAANpQ/2bnD956H0VQ/s1600/224397_10150336163524948_744794947_9681462_5036960_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vhGNxWztUfA/Tm-7xFkGt9I/AAAAAAAANpQ/2bnD956H0VQ/s320/224397_10150336163524948_744794947_9681462_5036960_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="titulo"&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"A saudade é a memória do coração." e a lágrima dos meus olhos&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="titulo"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Coelho Neto &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3894454190185064391-4988752788190781830?l=asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com/feeds/4988752788190781830/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3894454190185064391&amp;postID=4988752788190781830' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894454190185064391/posts/default/4988752788190781830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894454190185064391/posts/default/4988752788190781830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com/2011/09/adoro-vos-e-sinto-vossa-falta.html' title='Adoro-vos e sinto a vossa falta....'/><author><name>Rute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06496771558834087476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FN406mwSSAk/TskEj_ZPKnI/AAAAAAAANs0/JzZhyLfs46U/s220/250541_149971848408591_100001873313475_317944_2509435_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vhGNxWztUfA/Tm-7xFkGt9I/AAAAAAAANpQ/2bnD956H0VQ/s72-c/224397_10150336163524948_744794947_9681462_5036960_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3894454190185064391.post-8015179318202549417</id><published>2011-09-12T20:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T20:50:16.673+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Voltei....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Depois de&amp;nbsp; uma semana fora, eis que estou de volta directamente de Paris para Lisboa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SA0flWUOELo/Tm5icoBbbXI/AAAAAAAANpM/XomZBfT7JmM/s1600/185.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SA0flWUOELo/Tm5icoBbbXI/AAAAAAAANpM/XomZBfT7JmM/s320/185.JPG" width="320" /&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/3894454190185064391-8015179318202549417?l=asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com/feeds/8015179318202549417/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3894454190185064391&amp;postID=8015179318202549417' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894454190185064391/posts/default/8015179318202549417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894454190185064391/posts/default/8015179318202549417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com/2011/09/voltei.html' title='Voltei....'/><author><name>Rute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06496771558834087476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FN406mwSSAk/TskEj_ZPKnI/AAAAAAAANs0/JzZhyLfs46U/s220/250541_149971848408591_100001873313475_317944_2509435_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SA0flWUOELo/Tm5icoBbbXI/AAAAAAAANpM/XomZBfT7JmM/s72-c/185.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3894454190185064391.post-3805447676423625441</id><published>2011-09-02T23:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-02T23:51:50.097+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Au Revoir Lisbonne</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Até dia 11 de Setembro minha querida cidade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Gosto muito de ti mas, estou a precisar de férias bem longe daqui!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V2Mq2ZP3t3Q/TmFdzPqLL2I/AAAAAAAANpI/oH-xwvVpEP0/s1600/toureiffel.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V2Mq2ZP3t3Q/TmFdzPqLL2I/AAAAAAAANpI/oH-xwvVpEP0/s200/toureiffel.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Paris me espera que estou a chegar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3894454190185064391-3805447676423625441?l=asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com/feeds/3805447676423625441/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3894454190185064391&amp;postID=3805447676423625441' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894454190185064391/posts/default/3805447676423625441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894454190185064391/posts/default/3805447676423625441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com/2011/09/au-revoir-lisbonne.html' title='Au Revoir Lisbonne'/><author><name>Rute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06496771558834087476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FN406mwSSAk/TskEj_ZPKnI/AAAAAAAANs0/JzZhyLfs46U/s220/250541_149971848408591_100001873313475_317944_2509435_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V2Mq2ZP3t3Q/TmFdzPqLL2I/AAAAAAAANpI/oH-xwvVpEP0/s72-c/toureiffel.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3894454190185064391.post-7023760938070702618</id><published>2011-09-02T19:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T18:58:20.157Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='licao'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflexao'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rubricas'/><title type='text'>Lição de Vida: Semana nº 35 de 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b0TFxNzGugQ/TmEb9S8AYkI/AAAAAAAANpE/tuxfVCryOBQ/s1600/Saudade2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b0TFxNzGugQ/TmEb9S8AYkI/AAAAAAAANpE/tuxfVCryOBQ/s200/Saudade2.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Uma frase, um sentimento, tantas pessoas!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Saudade é ter-te perto e não te poder tocar."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3894454190185064391-7023760938070702618?l=asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com/feeds/7023760938070702618/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3894454190185064391&amp;postID=7023760938070702618' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894454190185064391/posts/default/7023760938070702618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894454190185064391/posts/default/7023760938070702618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com/2011/09/licao-de-vida-semana-n-35-de-2011.html' title='Lição de Vida: Semana nº 35 de 2011'/><author><name>Rute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06496771558834087476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FN406mwSSAk/TskEj_ZPKnI/AAAAAAAANs0/JzZhyLfs46U/s220/250541_149971848408591_100001873313475_317944_2509435_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b0TFxNzGugQ/TmEb9S8AYkI/AAAAAAAANpE/tuxfVCryOBQ/s72-c/Saudade2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3894454190185064391.post-7628053442143153148</id><published>2011-09-01T20:39:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T20:46:52.279+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='videos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vídeo do momento'/><title type='text'>Video do Momento: Grandes Sábias Palavras...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Sempre tive curiosidade em ouvir esta mulher falar enquanto Psicóloga, e não como actriz ou celebridade portuguesa, e devo dizer que depois ter visto esta entrevista fiquei fascinada e com uma imensa vontade de falar horas e horas com esta senhora, claro está sobre o ser humano e a sua mente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Eis a entrevista, que vos aconselho a ver atentamente e algumas das frases que mais me marcaram.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;- " Nós amamos da forma como fomos amados."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;- " A mãe não é uma super-heroína, mas sim uma mulher."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;- "No fundo, andamos aqui todos, à procura de ser amados."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;- "Quem entra pela porta de um consultório são os corajosos."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;- "Eu aprendo muito mais pelo que vejo, do que pelo que ouço." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" flashvars="file=http://rd3.videos.sapo.pt/1bJZqZEPwY6UFwFJQWp5/mov/1&amp;amp;type=video&amp;amp;image=http://sic.sapo.pt/incoming/2011/08/29/still_andrino1.jpg/ALTERNATES/w570/still_andrino1.jpg&amp;amp;skin=http://sic.sapo.pt/skins/sic/gfx/jwplayer/sic_noticias.xml&amp;amp;autostart=false&amp;amp;repeat=list&amp;amp;bufferlength=3&amp;amp;controlbar=over" height="334" id="player" name="player" quality="high" src="http://sic.sapo.pt/skins/sic/gfx/jwplayer/player.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3894454190185064391-7628053442143153148?l=asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com/feeds/7628053442143153148/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3894454190185064391&amp;postID=7628053442143153148' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894454190185064391/posts/default/7628053442143153148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894454190185064391/posts/default/7628053442143153148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com/2011/09/video-do-momento-grandes-sabias.html' title='Video do Momento: Grandes Sábias Palavras...'/><author><name>Rute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06496771558834087476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FN406mwSSAk/TskEj_ZPKnI/AAAAAAAANs0/JzZhyLfs46U/s220/250541_149971848408591_100001873313475_317944_2509435_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3894454190185064391.post-4725162949411929653</id><published>2011-08-30T22:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T18:58:20.158Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='licao'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflexao'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rubricas'/><title type='text'>Lição de Vida: Semana nº 34 de 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nm2p2xwrTvI/Tl1WMtL8rDI/AAAAAAAANpA/k42zAOaKRpE/s1600/2368367.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="133" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nm2p2xwrTvI/Tl1WMtL8rDI/AAAAAAAANpA/k42zAOaKRpE/s200/2368367.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Longe da vista mas nem sempre longe do coração...."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;São tantos que se enquadram no meu coração e nesta frase&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3894454190185064391-4725162949411929653?l=asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com/feeds/4725162949411929653/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3894454190185064391&amp;postID=4725162949411929653' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894454190185064391/posts/default/4725162949411929653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894454190185064391/posts/default/4725162949411929653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com/2011/08/licao-de-vida-semana-n-34-de-2011.html' title='Lição de Vida: Semana nº 34 de 2011'/><author><name>Rute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06496771558834087476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FN406mwSSAk/TskEj_ZPKnI/AAAAAAAANs0/JzZhyLfs46U/s220/250541_149971848408591_100001873313475_317944_2509435_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nm2p2xwrTvI/Tl1WMtL8rDI/AAAAAAAANpA/k42zAOaKRpE/s72-c/2368367.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3894454190185064391.post-5522604062943271522</id><published>2011-08-27T23:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T18:57:44.057Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflexao'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pessoal'/><title type='text'>Quero-te.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LHaYACo-o84/TllqavhkaoI/AAAAAAAANo8/oCruFjrslII/s1600/love%252Cblack%252Cand%252Cwhite%252Cembrace%252Chug%252Clovers%252Ctrain-91e6a774db0254ec49e6a1fa97e10124_h.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="133" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LHaYACo-o84/TllqavhkaoI/AAAAAAAANo8/oCruFjrslII/s200/love%252Cblack%252Cand%252Cwhite%252Cembrace%252Chug%252Clovers%252Ctrain-91e6a774db0254ec49e6a1fa97e10124_h.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Quantas vezes penso como te quero,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Penso no quanto queria ter-te aqui,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;E rapidamente sinto o vazio da tua ausência.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Quero sentir a tua pele,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;O teu Abraço,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;O teu cheiro,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;O teu toque,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;O teu beijo &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Quero-te por inteiro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Sim fazes-me falta porra,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Sabes bem que sim,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;E por mais que me tentes mostrar que não,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Sei também que sentes a minha falta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Sei que me queres tanto quanto eu te quero....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3894454190185064391-5522604062943271522?l=asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com/feeds/5522604062943271522/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3894454190185064391&amp;postID=5522604062943271522' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894454190185064391/posts/default/5522604062943271522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894454190185064391/posts/default/5522604062943271522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com/2011/08/quero-te.html' title='Quero-te.....'/><author><name>Rute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06496771558834087476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FN406mwSSAk/TskEj_ZPKnI/AAAAAAAANs0/JzZhyLfs46U/s220/250541_149971848408591_100001873313475_317944_2509435_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LHaYACo-o84/TllqavhkaoI/AAAAAAAANo8/oCruFjrslII/s72-c/love%252Cblack%252Cand%252Cwhite%252Cembrace%252Chug%252Clovers%252Ctrain-91e6a774db0254ec49e6a1fa97e10124_h.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3894454190185064391.post-5332783172532837898</id><published>2011-08-25T20:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T20:58:58.116+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A Calçada Portuguesa e os saltos altos!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mE90GVFEKaQ/Tlapdlwgp5I/AAAAAAAANo4/QF9GZghj1Rc/s1600/arezzolanacamisinhaparaprotegersaltos-4a1e.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mE90GVFEKaQ/Tlapdlwgp5I/AAAAAAAANo4/QF9GZghj1Rc/s200/arezzolanacamisinhaparaprotegersaltos-4a1e.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Porque razão não podia ser tudo liso, sem buracos e sem montes e elevações???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Acho que me doem mais os pés da força que faço para não me desequilibrar devido ao passeio, do que propriamente a força de carregar as sandálias....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3894454190185064391-5332783172532837898?l=asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com/feeds/5332783172532837898/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3894454190185064391&amp;postID=5332783172532837898' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894454190185064391/posts/default/5332783172532837898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894454190185064391/posts/default/5332783172532837898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com/2011/08/calcada-portuguesa-e-os-saltos-altos.html' title='A Calçada Portuguesa e os saltos altos!'/><author><name>Rute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06496771558834087476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FN406mwSSAk/TskEj_ZPKnI/AAAAAAAANs0/JzZhyLfs46U/s220/250541_149971848408591_100001873313475_317944_2509435_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mE90GVFEKaQ/Tlapdlwgp5I/AAAAAAAANo4/QF9GZghj1Rc/s72-c/arezzolanacamisinhaparaprotegersaltos-4a1e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3894454190185064391.post-577954290354652768</id><published>2011-08-24T22:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T18:58:20.160Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='licao'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflexao'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rubricas'/><title type='text'>Lição de Vida: Semana nº 32 e 33 de 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P7gxY2FhApk/TlVuGgo7aRI/AAAAAAAANo0/ceJ_sKpMywE/s1600/laugh_ha_ha.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="191" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P7gxY2FhApk/TlVuGgo7aRI/AAAAAAAANo0/ceJ_sKpMywE/s200/laugh_ha_ha.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;É verdade que a semana andei ausente mas o cansaço era tanto que nem paciência tinha para postar e pensar em qualquer coisa para o blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Sendo assim deixo aqui uma frase para reflectirem sobre a mesma!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;Otários são aqueles que nos julgam de otários.Enganados estão aqueles que pensam nos ter enganado."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3894454190185064391-577954290354652768?l=asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com/feeds/577954290354652768/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3894454190185064391&amp;postID=577954290354652768' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894454190185064391/posts/default/577954290354652768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894454190185064391/posts/default/577954290354652768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com/2011/08/licao-de-vida-semana-n-32-e-33-de-2011.html' title='Lição de Vida: Semana nº 32 e 33 de 2011'/><author><name>Rute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06496771558834087476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FN406mwSSAk/TskEj_ZPKnI/AAAAAAAANs0/JzZhyLfs46U/s220/250541_149971848408591_100001873313475_317944_2509435_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P7gxY2FhApk/TlVuGgo7aRI/AAAAAAAANo0/ceJ_sKpMywE/s72-c/laugh_ha_ha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3894454190185064391.post-3050151106678349802</id><published>2011-08-15T13:27:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T13:27:27.487+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frase do momento'/><title type='text'>Frase do Momento: Aparência vs Mente</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1aZPBcGugnU/TkkQXQd-ssI/AAAAAAAANow/8QkKsikIxCQ/s1600/espelho_quebrado.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1aZPBcGugnU/TkkQXQd-ssI/AAAAAAAANow/8QkKsikIxCQ/s200/espelho_quebrado.jpg" width="165" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Desde o primeiro momento que ouvi esta frase que ela nunca mais me saiu da cabeça, e desde a alguns dias que ela aparece várias vezes na minha mente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;"&lt;i&gt;Não se sintam menos, sintam-se mais. O vosso espírito, a vossa mente é o mais importante do que a aparência"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;(Filipe Pinto na primeira actuação com o tema Crua Carne, no programa Ídolos)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3894454190185064391-3050151106678349802?l=asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com/feeds/3050151106678349802/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3894454190185064391&amp;postID=3050151106678349802' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894454190185064391/posts/default/3050151106678349802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894454190185064391/posts/default/3050151106678349802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com/2011/08/frase-do-momento-aparencia-vs-mente.html' title='Frase do Momento: Aparência vs Mente'/><author><name>Rute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06496771558834087476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FN406mwSSAk/TskEj_ZPKnI/AAAAAAAANs0/JzZhyLfs46U/s220/250541_149971848408591_100001873313475_317944_2509435_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1aZPBcGugnU/TkkQXQd-ssI/AAAAAAAANow/8QkKsikIxCQ/s72-c/espelho_quebrado.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3894454190185064391.post-8273540555352239110</id><published>2011-08-13T20:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-13T20:45:44.697+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='filme recomendado'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='downloads'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='filmes'/><title type='text'>Filme que Recomendo: Source Code</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rMkCBNIFrGc/TkbUOzSHuzI/AAAAAAAANos/UHojNe7LVT8/s1600/source-code-movie-poster-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rMkCBNIFrGc/TkbUOzSHuzI/AAAAAAAANos/UHojNe7LVT8/s200/source-code-movie-poster-1.jpg" width="135" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Não sou grande fã de filmes de ficção cientifica mas devo confessar que este é um filme bastante bom pois nos deixa a pensar no seu guião e em todo o desenrolar da história. Principalmente, deixou-me a pensar: Se eu tivesse oportunidade de mudar o futuro, mudaria?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Eis a descrição e o trailer do filme mais abaixo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Quando o condecorado Soldado - Capitão Colter Stevens acorda no corpo de  um homem desconhecido, descobre que está envolvido numa missão para  encontrar o bombista do comboio de Chicago. Numa missão que para ele era  totalmente desconhecida, apercebe-se de que faz parte de um programa  experimental do governo, chamado "O Código Base", um programa que lhe  vai permitir viver a identidade de outro homem, nos últimos 8 minutos da  sua vida. Com um segundo alvo, que ameaça matar milhões de pessoas na  Baixa de Chicago, Colter têm de reviver o incidente vezes sem conta, até  recolher todas as pistas, para poder resolver o mistério de quem está  por detrás destes atentados e para que possa evitar o próximo ataque."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;in &lt;a href="http://cinema.sapo.pt/"&gt;Cinema Sapo &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="reset screenplay" id="sinopse" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="text"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: transparent; border: medium none; color: black; overflow: hidden; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/NkTrG-gpIzE" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E     eis os    links para download do  filme sem legendas e por torrent   (Se    tiverem    dificuldades com  estes torrents podem sempre tentar   outros    sites e    também  legendas se tiverem dificuldade em perceber o    inglês,   vejam &lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/spnfanspt_downs/13816.html"&gt;AQUI&lt;/a&gt;      alguns sites que aconselho, assim como é explicado como colocar   legendas num vídeo em    separado).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_663885777"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://thepiratebay.org/torrent/6525961/Source_Code_%282011%29_DVDRip_XviD-MAX"&gt;The  Pirate Bay 1&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thepiratebay.org/torrent/6539164/Source.Code.REPACK.720p.Bluray.x264-MHD"&gt;The Pirate Bay 2 &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E    aí,   ficaram com vontade de ver? Já viram e o que acharam (se não  gostam     estejam à vontade para me o dizer)?&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3894454190185064391-8273540555352239110?l=asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com/feeds/8273540555352239110/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3894454190185064391&amp;postID=8273540555352239110' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894454190185064391/posts/default/8273540555352239110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894454190185064391/posts/default/8273540555352239110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com/2011/08/filme-que-recomendo-source-code.html' title='Filme que Recomendo: Source Code'/><author><name>Rute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06496771558834087476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FN406mwSSAk/TskEj_ZPKnI/AAAAAAAANs0/JzZhyLfs46U/s220/250541_149971848408591_100001873313475_317944_2509435_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rMkCBNIFrGc/TkbUOzSHuzI/AAAAAAAANos/UHojNe7LVT8/s72-c/source-code-movie-poster-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3894454190185064391.post-4250290055799261380</id><published>2011-08-10T20:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T20:42:41.240+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='filmes'/><title type='text'>Remake de Dirty Dancing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fqgUpMAhvUE/TkLfE9iX7bI/AAAAAAAANoo/7qGD54Rhq4A/s1600/Dirty.Dancing.Ritmo.Quente.DVDRIP.Xvid.Dublado.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fqgUpMAhvUE/TkLfE9iX7bI/AAAAAAAANoo/7qGD54Rhq4A/s200/Dirty.Dancing.Ritmo.Quente.DVDRIP.Xvid.Dublado.jpg" width="135" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ai que notícia tão boa :)!! Claro que não terá a magia do primeiro, e o original será sempre O FILME, mas já estou ansiosa para ver esta versão..... Nunca mais chega 2012.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h4 style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;‘Dirty Dancing’ vai voltar 25 anos depois&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;h4 style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Foi um dos grandes musicais dos anos 80, que confirmou o falecido  Patrick Swayze como galã e revelou Jennifer Grey: ‘Dirty Dancing – Dança  Comigo’ vai ter uma nova versão, a estrear nos cinemas em 2012, quando  se celebram 25 anos do filme original.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A  confirmação do projecto foi feita pelo estúdio Lionsgate, esta  segunda-feira, e ainda não estão confirmados os dois nomes que farão o  par protagonista.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;No entanto, há já uma certeza:  este remake, feito a pensar nas novas gerações, será dirigido por Kenny  Ortega, o responsável pelas coreografias da obra original e que também  esteve à frente da trilogia de sucesso ‘High School Musical’.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;In&lt;/b&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.cmjornal.xl.pt/detalhe/noticias/ultima-hora/dirty-dancing-vai-voltar-25-anos-depois-com-video"&gt;Correio da Manhã &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h4&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3894454190185064391-4250290055799261380?l=asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com/feeds/4250290055799261380/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3894454190185064391&amp;postID=4250290055799261380' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894454190185064391/posts/default/4250290055799261380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894454190185064391/posts/default/4250290055799261380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com/2011/08/remake-de-dirty-dancing.html' title='Remake de Dirty Dancing'/><author><name>Rute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06496771558834087476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FN406mwSSAk/TskEj_ZPKnI/AAAAAAAANs0/JzZhyLfs46U/s220/250541_149971848408591_100001873313475_317944_2509435_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fqgUpMAhvUE/TkLfE9iX7bI/AAAAAAAANoo/7qGD54Rhq4A/s72-c/Dirty.Dancing.Ritmo.Quente.DVDRIP.Xvid.Dublado.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3894454190185064391.post-8820738891061885972</id><published>2011-08-09T21:20:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T18:58:20.161Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='licao'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflexao'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rubricas'/><title type='text'>Lição de Vida: Semana nº 31 de 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-34boLo27KME/TkGWe9_EUNI/AAAAAAAANok/e4cM6uiH1mo/s1600/sentimento.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="109" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-34boLo27KME/TkGWe9_EUNI/AAAAAAAANok/e4cM6uiH1mo/s200/sentimento.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;"Não sou de ferro, não sou de plástico, não sou inquebrável. Sou um ser humano e que tem sentimentos."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3894454190185064391-8820738891061885972?l=asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com/feeds/8820738891061885972/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3894454190185064391&amp;postID=8820738891061885972' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894454190185064391/posts/default/8820738891061885972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894454190185064391/posts/default/8820738891061885972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com/2011/08/licao-de-vida-semana-n-31-de-2011.html' title='Lição de Vida: Semana nº 31 de 2011'/><author><name>Rute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06496771558834087476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FN406mwSSAk/TskEj_ZPKnI/AAAAAAAANs0/JzZhyLfs46U/s220/250541_149971848408591_100001873313475_317944_2509435_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-34boLo27KME/TkGWe9_EUNI/AAAAAAAANok/e4cM6uiH1mo/s72-c/sentimento.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3894454190185064391.post-6583178780304667470</id><published>2011-08-09T21:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T21:11:43.016+01:00</updated><title type='text'>.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Gd7rRoGkZmM/TkGUVATJ7TI/AAAAAAAANog/WNySlMSzVjo/s1600/1237573883VqsaQcR.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="130" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Gd7rRoGkZmM/TkGUVATJ7TI/AAAAAAAANog/WNySlMSzVjo/s200/1237573883VqsaQcR.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Cansada, farta.... Só queria adormecer e não acordar mais!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Preferia não ter pensar mais, não ter de sentir mais.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3894454190185064391-6583178780304667470?l=asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com/feeds/6583178780304667470/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3894454190185064391&amp;postID=6583178780304667470' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894454190185064391/posts/default/6583178780304667470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894454190185064391/posts/default/6583178780304667470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com/2011/08/blog-post.html' title='.......'/><author><name>Rute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06496771558834087476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FN406mwSSAk/TskEj_ZPKnI/AAAAAAAANs0/JzZhyLfs46U/s220/250541_149971848408591_100001873313475_317944_2509435_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Gd7rRoGkZmM/TkGUVATJ7TI/AAAAAAAANog/WNySlMSzVjo/s72-c/1237573883VqsaQcR.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3894454190185064391.post-4905263940333057273</id><published>2011-08-04T22:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T18:58:20.162Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='licao'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflexao'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rubricas'/><title type='text'>Lição de Vida: Semana nº 30 de 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SEuppemasj4/TjsPKtBqDpI/AAAAAAAANoc/vW3SfePLUYE/s1600/LIVROS%257E1.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SEuppemasj4/TjsPKtBqDpI/AAAAAAAANoc/vW3SfePLUYE/s200/LIVROS%257E1.PNG" width="155" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;" Um abraço é mais do que um conforto, é um preenchimento de uma alma vazia."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3894454190185064391-4905263940333057273?l=asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com/feeds/4905263940333057273/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3894454190185064391&amp;postID=4905263940333057273' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894454190185064391/posts/default/4905263940333057273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894454190185064391/posts/default/4905263940333057273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com/2011/08/licao-de-vida-semana-n-30-de-2011.html' title='Lição de Vida: Semana nº 30 de 2011'/><author><name>Rute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06496771558834087476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FN406mwSSAk/TskEj_ZPKnI/AAAAAAAANs0/JzZhyLfs46U/s220/250541_149971848408591_100001873313475_317944_2509435_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SEuppemasj4/TjsPKtBqDpI/AAAAAAAANoc/vW3SfePLUYE/s72-c/LIVROS%257E1.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3894454190185064391.post-7753541871734216313</id><published>2011-08-04T22:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-04T22:17:56.609+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='músicas'/><title type='text'>Concerto dos Bon Jovi</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Não existem palavras que descrevam a sensação de estar neste concerto. Aguardei tantos anos por este momento, que parece que tudo foi tão rápido. Foram 3horas de música mas por mim ficava ali a ouvir muitos e muitos mais êxitos.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Depois de assistir a este concerto, cada vez tenho mais a certeza que escolhi muito bem a banda da minha vida, a minha banda favorita de sempre!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k8WDbtmKldY/TjsMb76mjNI/AAAAAAAANoU/FlgtmemBLj0/s1600/254617_10150331059744948_744794947_9624969_5417070_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="112" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k8WDbtmKldY/TjsMb76mjNI/AAAAAAAANoU/FlgtmemBLj0/s200/254617_10150331059744948_744794947_9624969_5417070_n.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EATR0vmuPbE/TjsMcGMaSPI/AAAAAAAANoY/FyzXc2U7j6I/s1600/285593_10150331060434948_744794947_9624988_2560992_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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do James Morrison'/><author><name>Rute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06496771558834087476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FN406mwSSAk/TskEj_ZPKnI/AAAAAAAANs0/JzZhyLfs46U/s220/250541_149971848408591_100001873313475_317944_2509435_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/sgRb_lfIZ6A/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3894454190185064391.post-1239619685448988686</id><published>2011-07-29T23:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T23:01:37.791+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fotos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foto do momento'/><title type='text'>Foto do Momento: Burrice não paga Imposto - Parte 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3yyg2r5OAmo/TjMtroHQFLI/AAAAAAAANoQ/hK_m5ICjP3E/s1600/247247_217023548318454_100000324317062_729698_3986936_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="209" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3yyg2r5OAmo/TjMtroHQFLI/AAAAAAAANoQ/hK_m5ICjP3E/s320/247247_217023548318454_100000324317062_729698_3986936_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Sem palavras....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3894454190185064391-1239619685448988686?l=asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com/feeds/1239619685448988686/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3894454190185064391&amp;postID=1239619685448988686' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894454190185064391/posts/default/1239619685448988686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894454190185064391/posts/default/1239619685448988686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com/2011/07/foto-do-momento-burrice-nao-paga.html' title='Foto do Momento: Burrice não paga Imposto - Parte 2'/><author><name>Rute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06496771558834087476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FN406mwSSAk/TskEj_ZPKnI/AAAAAAAANs0/JzZhyLfs46U/s220/250541_149971848408591_100001873313475_317944_2509435_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3yyg2r5OAmo/TjMtroHQFLI/AAAAAAAANoQ/hK_m5ICjP3E/s72-c/247247_217023548318454_100000324317062_729698_3986936_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3894454190185064391.post-3498475215513082299</id><published>2011-07-29T22:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T18:57:44.061Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflexao'/><title type='text'>Sinto pois...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HgGdus2PXkQ/TjMsZ4q1MoI/AAAAAAAANoM/d4KdapKlvEo/s1600/oi.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="163" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HgGdus2PXkQ/TjMsZ4q1MoI/AAAAAAAANoM/d4KdapKlvEo/s200/oi.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Længsel&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Será que descobrem o que significa?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;P.S. - Retirado do Google, espero estar certa.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3894454190185064391-3498475215513082299?l=asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com/feeds/3498475215513082299/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3894454190185064391&amp;postID=3498475215513082299' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894454190185064391/posts/default/3498475215513082299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894454190185064391/posts/default/3498475215513082299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com/2011/07/sinto-pois.html' title='Sinto pois...'/><author><name>Rute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06496771558834087476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FN406mwSSAk/TskEj_ZPKnI/AAAAAAAANs0/JzZhyLfs46U/s220/250541_149971848408591_100001873313475_317944_2509435_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HgGdus2PXkQ/TjMsZ4q1MoI/AAAAAAAANoM/d4KdapKlvEo/s72-c/oi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3894454190185064391.post-4398452858789249009</id><published>2011-07-26T20:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T18:58:20.163Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='licao'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflexao'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rubricas'/><title type='text'>Lição de Vida: Semana nº 29 de 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MyxRBlYbmjA/Ti8Qrq0OBkI/AAAAAAAANoI/LGdWDET7we0/s1600/passos.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MyxRBlYbmjA/Ti8Qrq0OBkI/AAAAAAAANoI/LGdWDET7we0/s200/passos.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;"A esperança aquece a alma mas magoa o coração."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3894454190185064391-4398452858789249009?l=asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com/feeds/4398452858789249009/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3894454190185064391&amp;postID=4398452858789249009' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894454190185064391/posts/default/4398452858789249009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894454190185064391/posts/default/4398452858789249009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com/2011/07/licao-de-vida-semana-n-29-de-2011.html' title='Lição de Vida: Semana nº 29 de 2011'/><author><name>Rute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06496771558834087476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FN406mwSSAk/TskEj_ZPKnI/AAAAAAAANs0/JzZhyLfs46U/s220/250541_149971848408591_100001873313475_317944_2509435_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MyxRBlYbmjA/Ti8Qrq0OBkI/AAAAAAAANoI/LGdWDET7we0/s72-c/passos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3894454190185064391.post-3766988292638543778</id><published>2011-07-23T17:16:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T18:57:44.063Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflexao'/><title type='text'>Abraço...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CviS1U0KwvY/TirzleCP25I/AAAAAAAANoE/Hk252xgKtm0/s1600/abraco.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="146" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CviS1U0KwvY/TirzleCP25I/AAAAAAAANoE/Hk252xgKtm0/s200/abraco.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;O que é um abraço?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Quantas vezes paramos para pensar no que este simples gestos pode significar para muitas pessoas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Para alguns apenas é uma forma de cumprimento mas, para outros pode significar algo que querem muito e que nunca tiveram em quantidade suficiente. É uma forma de conforto, de carinho, de demonstração de afecto, um gesto tão simples mas que é muito importante para aqueles que no seu dia-a-dia só têm oportunidade de abraçar uma única pessoas: eles próprios.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje já abraçaste as pessoas de quem mais gostas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Já paraste para pensar na quantidade de momentos em que alguém te gritava em silêncio que a única coisa que queria era um abraço teu?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Não deixes para amanhã, o abraço que podes dar hoje...&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/3894454190185064391-3766988292638543778?l=asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com/feeds/3766988292638543778/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3894454190185064391&amp;postID=3766988292638543778' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894454190185064391/posts/default/3766988292638543778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894454190185064391/posts/default/3766988292638543778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com/2011/07/abraco.html' title='Abraço...'/><author><name>Rute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06496771558834087476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FN406mwSSAk/TskEj_ZPKnI/AAAAAAAANs0/JzZhyLfs46U/s220/250541_149971848408591_100001873313475_317944_2509435_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CviS1U0KwvY/TirzleCP25I/AAAAAAAANoE/Hk252xgKtm0/s72-c/abraco.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3894454190185064391.post-5893634333824821386</id><published>2011-07-18T22:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T18:58:20.164Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='licao'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflexao'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rubricas'/><title type='text'>Lição de Vida: Semana nº 28 de 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CjSOc7gC2kU/TiSe1xAVmrI/AAAAAAAANoA/efinflEvit8/s1600/entender.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="147" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CjSOc7gC2kU/TiSe1xAVmrI/AAAAAAAANoA/efinflEvit8/s200/entender.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;"Quanto mais tento entender, menos consigo compreender."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Depois o ser teimosa e querer saber o porquê de tudo, ainda só piora o pensamento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3894454190185064391-5893634333824821386?l=asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com/feeds/5893634333824821386/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3894454190185064391&amp;postID=5893634333824821386' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894454190185064391/posts/default/5893634333824821386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894454190185064391/posts/default/5893634333824821386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com/2011/07/licao-de-vida-semana-n-28-de-2011.html' title='Lição de Vida: Semana nº 28 de 2011'/><author><name>Rute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06496771558834087476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FN406mwSSAk/TskEj_ZPKnI/AAAAAAAANs0/JzZhyLfs46U/s220/250541_149971848408591_100001873313475_317944_2509435_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CjSOc7gC2kU/TiSe1xAVmrI/AAAAAAAANoA/efinflEvit8/s72-c/entender.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3894454190185064391.post-6359826796721097148</id><published>2011-07-17T20:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T20:41:43.697+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='músicas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='música do momento'/><title type='text'>Música do Momento: "In these Arms" dos Bon Jovi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;Faltam praticamente duas semanas :) :) :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Mas o que eu dava para estar nesses teus braços, novamente (não os do Jon Bon Jovi, mas não me importava também, hehe)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/59NoqP02ZYM" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3894454190185064391-6359826796721097148?l=asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com/feeds/6359826796721097148/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3894454190185064391&amp;postID=6359826796721097148' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894454190185064391/posts/default/6359826796721097148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894454190185064391/posts/default/6359826796721097148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com/2011/07/musica-do-momento-in-these-arms-dos-bon.html' title='Música do Momento: &quot;In these Arms&quot; dos Bon Jovi'/><author><name>Rute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06496771558834087476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FN406mwSSAk/TskEj_ZPKnI/AAAAAAAANs0/JzZhyLfs46U/s220/250541_149971848408591_100001873313475_317944_2509435_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/59NoqP02ZYM/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3894454190185064391.post-7437134414070964819</id><published>2011-07-17T19:57:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T19:57:00.045+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='filme recomendado'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='downloads'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='filmes'/><title type='text'>Filme que Recomendo: Due Date</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bpQKwGNlApo/TiMwVOsJHRI/AAAAAAAANn8/qJBh8d8Wi9s/s1600/due_date.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bpQKwGNlApo/TiMwVOsJHRI/AAAAAAAANn8/qJBh8d8Wi9s/s200/due_date.jpg" width="135" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;À algum tempo que não recomendava nenhum filme a todos vocês, mas a verdade é que a vontade e muitas vezes a disposição para ver filmes no PC não tem sido muita. No entanto, no outro dia resolvi ver uma comédia a ver se soltava umas boas gargalhadas. E assim fiz, fui ver o filme &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1231583/"&gt;Due Date&lt;/a&gt; (A tempo e Horas em Portugal), com um actor que eu gosto imenso de ver neste tipo de comédias, Zach Galifianakis.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Em baixo fiquem com a descrição do filme e o trailer do mesmo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Downey é Peter Highman, um feliz (mas  ansioso) homem que irá ser pai pela primeira vez, dentro de alguns dias.  No entanto, nem tudo corre bem: Peter não consegue apanhar o vôo que  parte de Atlanta, pelo que se vê obrigado a fazer a viagem de regresso a  casa com um aspirante a actor, Ethan Tremblay. Contudo, aquilo que  seria uma simples viagem de carro, torna-se numa sucessão de  surpreendentes acontecimentos..."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;in &lt;a href="http://cinema.sapo.pt/"&gt;Cinema Sapo &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="reset screenplay" id="sinopse" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div class="text"&gt;                     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Hd_aN0LAgMo" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: transparent; border: medium none; color: black; overflow: hidden; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E     eis os    links para download do filme sem legendas e por torrent   (Se    tiverem    dificuldades com estes torrents podem sempre tentar   outros    sites e    também legendas se tiverem dificuldade em perceber o    inglês,   vejam &lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/spnfanspt_downs/13816.html"&gt;AQUI&lt;/a&gt;      alguns sites que aconselho, assim como é explicado como colocar   legendas num vídeo em    separado).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_663885777"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://thepiratebay.org/torrent/6138419/Due_Date_BDRip_XviD-ARROW"&gt;The  Pirate Bay 1&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thepiratebay.org/torrent/6164604/Due_Date_%5B2010%5D_DVDRIp_Xvid-_DiVERSiTY"&gt;The Pirate Bay 2 &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E    aí,   ficaram com vontade de ver? Já viram e o que acharam (se não  gostam     estejam à vontade para me o dizer)?&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3894454190185064391-7437134414070964819?l=asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com/feeds/7437134414070964819/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3894454190185064391&amp;postID=7437134414070964819' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894454190185064391/posts/default/7437134414070964819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894454190185064391/posts/default/7437134414070964819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com/2011/07/filme-que-recomendo-due-date.html' title='Filme que Recomendo: Due Date'/><author><name>Rute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06496771558834087476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FN406mwSSAk/TskEj_ZPKnI/AAAAAAAANs0/JzZhyLfs46U/s220/250541_149971848408591_100001873313475_317944_2509435_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bpQKwGNlApo/TiMwVOsJHRI/AAAAAAAANn8/qJBh8d8Wi9s/s72-c/due_date.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3894454190185064391.post-1474182526844045332</id><published>2011-07-11T21:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T18:58:20.165Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='licao'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflexao'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rubricas'/><title type='text'>Lição de Vida: Semana nº 27 de 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eC3TdK7LNJI/Thta1SBeC9I/AAAAAAAANn4/y5MlhUVbLjU/s1600/caminho.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="138" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eC3TdK7LNJI/Thta1SBeC9I/AAAAAAAANn4/y5MlhUVbLjU/s200/caminho.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Na vida ris-te, choras, alegras-te, cometes loucuras, desiludes-te, sofres, enfim a vida é como a droga ou será que é uma droga?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3894454190185064391-1474182526844045332?l=asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com/feeds/1474182526844045332/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3894454190185064391&amp;postID=1474182526844045332' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894454190185064391/posts/default/1474182526844045332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894454190185064391/posts/default/1474182526844045332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com/2011/07/licao-de-vida-semana-n-27-de-2011.html' title='Lição de Vida: Semana nº 27 de 2011'/><author><name>Rute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06496771558834087476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FN406mwSSAk/TskEj_ZPKnI/AAAAAAAANs0/JzZhyLfs46U/s220/250541_149971848408591_100001873313475_317944_2509435_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eC3TdK7LNJI/Thta1SBeC9I/AAAAAAAANn4/y5MlhUVbLjU/s72-c/caminho.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3894454190185064391.post-883206022024039569</id><published>2011-07-06T21:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T18:58:20.166Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='licao'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflexao'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rubricas'/><title type='text'>Lição de Vida: Semana nº 26 de 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-14inkRYrsgk/ThS-vC-W6OI/AAAAAAAANn0/6y9NtNVt418/s1600/images.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-14inkRYrsgk/ThS-vC-W6OI/AAAAAAAANn0/6y9NtNVt418/s1600/images.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;"Por vezes gostava que o tempo voltasse atrás mas depois se assim fosse nunca poderia viver as coisas boas do futuro, nem aprender com as experiências vividas."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3894454190185064391-883206022024039569?l=asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com/feeds/883206022024039569/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3894454190185064391&amp;postID=883206022024039569' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894454190185064391/posts/default/883206022024039569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894454190185064391/posts/default/883206022024039569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com/2011/07/licao-de-vida-semana-n-26-de-2011.html' title='Lição de Vida: Semana nº 26 de 2011'/><author><name>Rute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06496771558834087476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FN406mwSSAk/TskEj_ZPKnI/AAAAAAAANs0/JzZhyLfs46U/s220/250541_149971848408591_100001873313475_317944_2509435_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-14inkRYrsgk/ThS-vC-W6OI/AAAAAAAANn0/6y9NtNVt418/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3894454190185064391.post-2797281909355060922</id><published>2011-07-04T22:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T22:05:10.375+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='músicas'/><title type='text'>É MEU!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;E já ninguém me o tira..... se se aproximarem demasiado perto dele, mostro as garras hehe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3nAt5PVOsWs/ThIq5l-vcgI/AAAAAAAANnw/rDo6wzN5Kvg/s1600/007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3nAt5PVOsWs/ThIq5l-vcgI/AAAAAAAANnw/rDo6wzN5Kvg/s320/007.JPG" width="320" /&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/3894454190185064391-2797281909355060922?l=asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com/feeds/2797281909355060922/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3894454190185064391&amp;postID=2797281909355060922' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894454190185064391/posts/default/2797281909355060922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894454190185064391/posts/default/2797281909355060922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com/2011/07/e-meu.html' title='É MEU!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Rute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06496771558834087476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FN406mwSSAk/TskEj_ZPKnI/AAAAAAAANs0/JzZhyLfs46U/s220/250541_149971848408591_100001873313475_317944_2509435_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3nAt5PVOsWs/ThIq5l-vcgI/AAAAAAAANnw/rDo6wzN5Kvg/s72-c/007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3894454190185064391.post-831495529589413861</id><published>2011-07-01T23:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-01T23:43:37.388+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rubricas'/><title type='text'>Desafios Blogueiros  - Parte 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Decidi criar alguma interacção entre o meu blog e os blogs que sigo com frequência mas para isso preciso também da vossa participação.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Vou de vez em quando criar alguns desafios entre blogs, tal como o nome indica, e vou nomear alguns blogs para aceitarem e realizarem o mesmo desafio que eu fiz. Fico também a aguardar por desafios vossos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;O primeiro desafio intitula-se &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Se eu fosse...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;um mês:&lt;/b&gt; Junho&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;um dia da semana: &lt;/b&gt;Domingo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;uma hora do dia:&lt;/b&gt; Manhã&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;uma bebida:&lt;/b&gt; Batido&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;uma fruta:&lt;/b&gt; morango &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;uma flor&lt;/b&gt;: Rosa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;um clima: &lt;/b&gt;Ameno&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;um elemento:&lt;/b&gt; água&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;uma cor:&lt;/b&gt; azul&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;um animal: &lt;/b&gt;cão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;um som:&lt;/b&gt; mar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;uma música:&lt;/b&gt; I Will Love Again da Lara Fabian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;u&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;m sentimento&lt;/b&gt;: Saudade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;um gesto:&lt;/b&gt; Abraço &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;uma palavra:&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp; Amor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;um sabor:&lt;/b&gt; baunilha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;uma comida:&lt;/b&gt; Lulas Recheadas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;um petisco:&lt;/b&gt; caracóis&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;um bolo/doce:&lt;/b&gt; bolo de bolacha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;uma sobremesa:&lt;/b&gt; gelado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;um cheiro:&lt;/b&gt; maresia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;um objecto:&lt;/b&gt; almofada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;uma parte do corpo:&lt;/b&gt; olhos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;um filme:&lt;/b&gt; Dirty Dancind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;um número:&lt;/b&gt;16&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;uma estação:&lt;/b&gt; Primavera&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;um sinal de pontuação:&lt;/b&gt; Ponto de Interrogação (?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;uma peça de calçado:&lt;/b&gt; Sabrinas &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;um acessório:&lt;/b&gt; brincos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;um tique:&lt;/b&gt; mexer no cabelo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;um livro:&lt;/b&gt;A Lua de Joana&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;Passo este desafio aos Blogs &lt;a href="http://gi-paraladomundo.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mundo à Parte&lt;/a&gt; e &lt;a href="http://ascronicasdacris18.blogspot.com/"&gt;As Crónicas da Cris&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Desafio Retirado do Blog: &lt;a href="http://desabafosagridoces.blogs.sapo.pt/41913.html"&gt;Desabafos Agridoces&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3894454190185064391-831495529589413861?l=asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com/feeds/831495529589413861/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3894454190185064391&amp;postID=831495529589413861' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894454190185064391/posts/default/831495529589413861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894454190185064391/posts/default/831495529589413861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com/2011/07/desafios-blogueiros-parte-1.html' title='Desafios Blogueiros  - Parte 1'/><author><name>Rute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06496771558834087476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FN406mwSSAk/TskEj_ZPKnI/AAAAAAAANs0/JzZhyLfs46U/s220/250541_149971848408591_100001873313475_317944_2509435_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3894454190185064391.post-3565857218216197836</id><published>2011-06-29T22:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T22:52:27.822+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sociedade'/><title type='text'>Hipocrisia, não obrigada!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AwcJ83dFjPI/TguedebolMI/AAAAAAAANns/UW3ANy0-s7E/s1600/x435.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AwcJ83dFjPI/TguedebolMI/AAAAAAAANns/UW3ANy0-s7E/s200/x435.jpg" width="198" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AwcJ83dFjPI/TguedebolMI/AAAAAAAANns/UW3ANy0-s7E/s1600/x435.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Estes dias no Facebook só se vêm mensagens no perfil das pessoas relativas à morte trágica do actor/cantor/modelo Angélico Vieira. Vamos ser realistas e esta é a minha opinião. Quem não gostar, tem o seu direito.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;É triste o que aconteceu? Sim é.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;É uma pena alguém tão novo ter partido? Sim é?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Importa se ele levava cinto ou não, se é culpado pelo acidente ou não? Não, não importa. Isso já não vai mudar o rumo dos acontecimentos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Não era admiradora dele enquanto músico, actor e celebridade mas claro que não fico indiferente ao que se passou. Realmente lamento imenso o acidente e o desfecho de tudo isto. Tal como o Angélico muitos jovens da sua idade e até mais novos morrem diariamente na estrada. Agora o que me deixa realmente "irritada" é existirem pessoas que fizeram estes dias do seu Facebook um verdadeiro mural das lamentações do acidente e a da morte do rapaz. Claro que cada um faz o que quiser com o seu Facebook, e publica o que bem entender, mas para mim soa-me a tanta hipocrisia algumas pessoas cujas eu nunca vi manifestarem algum gesto de admiração ou de gosto pelo rapaz, virem nestes dias demonstrar a sua profunda "admiração" pelo rapaz. Realmente, eu não sou de viver num mundo de hipocrisia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;E pronto já desabafei..... agora só me resta desejar descanso na paz dos anjos ao Angélico, que com certeza está num lugar bem mais pacífico que aquele em que vivemos!&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/3894454190185064391-3565857218216197836?l=asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com/feeds/3565857218216197836/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3894454190185064391&amp;postID=3565857218216197836' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894454190185064391/posts/default/3565857218216197836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894454190185064391/posts/default/3565857218216197836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com/2011/06/hipocrisia-nao-obrigada.html' title='Hipocrisia, não obrigada!'/><author><name>Rute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06496771558834087476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FN406mwSSAk/TskEj_ZPKnI/AAAAAAAANs0/JzZhyLfs46U/s220/250541_149971848408591_100001873313475_317944_2509435_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AwcJ83dFjPI/TguedebolMI/AAAAAAAANns/UW3ANy0-s7E/s72-c/x435.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3894454190185064391.post-5685057252354681996</id><published>2011-06-29T22:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T18:58:20.167Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='licao'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflexao'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rubricas'/><title type='text'>Lição de Vida: Semana nº 25 de 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-snQyzfWLJGY/TgubbegMxLI/AAAAAAAANno/RW88RzLPgGY/s1600/CONFUS%257E1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-snQyzfWLJGY/TgubbegMxLI/AAAAAAAANno/RW88RzLPgGY/s200/CONFUS%257E1.JPG" width="199" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Esta semana não sei muito qual foi a lição que tirei, acho que as mini-férias me fizeram parar o pensamento por alguns dias. De qualquer forma deixo aqui a minha sugestão.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Por mais confusa que seja uma situação, o esclarecimento só te vai ajudar a entenderes-te a ti própria e a decidir o teu caminho.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3894454190185064391-5685057252354681996?l=asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com/feeds/5685057252354681996/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3894454190185064391&amp;postID=5685057252354681996' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894454190185064391/posts/default/5685057252354681996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894454190185064391/posts/default/5685057252354681996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com/2011/06/licao-de-vida-semana-n-25-de-2011.html' title='Lição de Vida: Semana nº 25 de 2011'/><author><name>Rute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06496771558834087476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FN406mwSSAk/TskEj_ZPKnI/AAAAAAAANs0/JzZhyLfs46U/s220/250541_149971848408591_100001873313475_317944_2509435_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-snQyzfWLJGY/TgubbegMxLI/AAAAAAAANno/RW88RzLPgGY/s72-c/CONFUS%257E1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3894454190185064391.post-7853695100655402756</id><published>2011-06-27T21:44:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T22:59:05.695+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='videos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vídeo do momento'/><title type='text'>Vídeo do Momento: Obrigada</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;Não podia deixar de partilhar a prenda que a malta do Clube de Fãs do Filipe Pinto me preparou neste meu aniversário. Obrigada a todos, gostei muito. ADOREI!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;embed allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" height="345" name="Metacafe_6665935" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" src="http://www.metacafe.com/fplayer/6665935/Anivers_rio_Rute.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3894454190185064391-7853695100655402756?l=asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com/feeds/7853695100655402756/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3894454190185064391&amp;postID=7853695100655402756' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894454190185064391/posts/default/7853695100655402756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894454190185064391/posts/default/7853695100655402756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com/2011/06/video-do-momento-obrigada.html' title='Vídeo do Momento: Obrigada'/><author><name>Rute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06496771558834087476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FN406mwSSAk/TskEj_ZPKnI/AAAAAAAANs0/JzZhyLfs46U/s220/250541_149971848408591_100001873313475_317944_2509435_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3894454190185064391.post-2332238521775483086</id><published>2011-06-23T17:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T17:14:09.911+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sociedade'/><title type='text'>Vá se lá entender!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RAP96DFpPqM/TgNmQlqJjjI/AAAAAAAANnk/lBIYzIUmGq0/s1600/church_12.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="197" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RAP96DFpPqM/TgNmQlqJjjI/AAAAAAAANnk/lBIYzIUmGq0/s200/church_12.png" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ontem de manhã estava a ver um programa matinal na TVI quando um dos assuntos de discussão do mesmo foi a notícia do padre em Valpaços que negou a comunhão a uma jovem pois tinha um decote (mínimo como podem ver no link mais abaixo).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cmjornal.xl.pt/detalhe/noticias/nacional/portugal/recusa-a-comunhao-por-causa-das-alcas"&gt;Ver artigo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Claro que vieram os "falsos" defensores dos valores da igreja com os seus ditos e mexericos sobre os pecadores. Opá, eu sou católica mas as pessoas mais pecadoras são aquelas que estão dentro das próprias igrejas, tais como os padres, bispos mas principalmente as beatas que a única coisa que sabem fazer é enxovalhar, criticar e rotular erradamente aqueles que não andam a beijar o cu dos padres tal como elas andam. Essas "senhoras" é que não sabem aceitar as opiniões e escolhas diferentes das suas, opiniões suas que julgam serem as mais válidas e correctas quando muitas vezes assim não é.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3894454190185064391-2332238521775483086?l=asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com/feeds/2332238521775483086/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3894454190185064391&amp;postID=2332238521775483086' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894454190185064391/posts/default/2332238521775483086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894454190185064391/posts/default/2332238521775483086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com/2011/06/va-se-la-entender.html' title='Vá se lá entender!!!'/><author><name>Rute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06496771558834087476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FN406mwSSAk/TskEj_ZPKnI/AAAAAAAANs0/JzZhyLfs46U/s220/250541_149971848408591_100001873313475_317944_2509435_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RAP96DFpPqM/TgNmQlqJjjI/AAAAAAAANnk/lBIYzIUmGq0/s72-c/church_12.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3894454190185064391.post-7533258764004225807</id><published>2011-06-21T20:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T20:39:43.159+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rubricas'/><title type='text'>Desafio</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;1 - Vai à Wikipédia e carrega em ''artigo aleatório''. O primeiro artigo da Wikipédia que aparecer é o nome da tua banda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 - Vai a quotationspage.com e carrega em aleatório (random). As últimas 4 ou 5 palavras da última citação&lt;br /&gt;da página serão o titulo do teu álbum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 - Vai ao website flickr e clica em ''explore the last seven days'' no final da página. A terceira imagem,&lt;br /&gt;independentemente do que for, será a capa do teu álbum.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;4 - Usa o Photoshop ou software semelhante (podes usar picnik.com que é um programa de edição grátis e&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;online) para juntar tudo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;5 - Publica o resultado na vossa página do blog e referencia este blog como origem do desafio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Eis o meu resultado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cYB07_Slkto/TgDyLzj0trI/AAAAAAAANm4/CNZ114ivDM4/s320/5853054073_b8378b9355.jpg" width="312" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tirei do blog &lt;a href="http://gi-paraladomundo.blogspot.com/"&gt;Um Mundo à Parte&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3894454190185064391-7533258764004225807?l=asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com/feeds/7533258764004225807/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3894454190185064391&amp;postID=7533258764004225807' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894454190185064391/posts/default/7533258764004225807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894454190185064391/posts/default/7533258764004225807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com/2011/06/desafio.html' title='Desafio'/><author><name>Rute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06496771558834087476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FN406mwSSAk/TskEj_ZPKnI/AAAAAAAANs0/JzZhyLfs46U/s220/250541_149971848408591_100001873313475_317944_2509435_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cYB07_Slkto/TgDyLzj0trI/AAAAAAAANm4/CNZ114ivDM4/s72-c/5853054073_b8378b9355.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3894454190185064391.post-8154256460465842458</id><published>2011-06-21T20:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T18:58:20.168Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='licao'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflexao'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rubricas'/><title type='text'>Lição de Vida: Semana nº 24 de 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ceyiWvOU_Dg/TgDuWHKfotI/AAAAAAAANm0/PzECvtW0-DU/s1600/Arrependimento.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ceyiWvOU_Dg/TgDuWHKfotI/AAAAAAAANm0/PzECvtW0-DU/s200/Arrependimento.jpg" width="171" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Nunca te arrependas do que fizeste. Arrepende-te antes, do que não foi feito pois só assim&amp;nbsp; podes dizer se valeu a pena ou não.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Eu nunca me arrependo do que faço...prefiro bater com a cabeça do que viver ignorante a vida inteira.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3894454190185064391-8154256460465842458?l=asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com/feeds/8154256460465842458/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3894454190185064391&amp;postID=8154256460465842458' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894454190185064391/posts/default/8154256460465842458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894454190185064391/posts/default/8154256460465842458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com/2011/06/licao-de-vida-semana-n-24-de-2011.html' title='Lição de Vida: Semana nº 24 de 2011'/><author><name>Rute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06496771558834087476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FN406mwSSAk/TskEj_ZPKnI/AAAAAAAANs0/JzZhyLfs46U/s220/250541_149971848408591_100001873313475_317944_2509435_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ceyiWvOU_Dg/TgDuWHKfotI/AAAAAAAANm0/PzECvtW0-DU/s72-c/Arrependimento.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3894454190185064391.post-3889269538348447</id><published>2011-06-15T23:47:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T18:58:20.169Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='licao'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflexao'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rubricas'/><title type='text'>Lição de Vida: Semana nº 23 de 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ua1vCu94OKc/Tfk2YgrgPbI/AAAAAAAANmw/O5QaARJWjRM/s1600/o_tempo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ua1vCu94OKc/Tfk2YgrgPbI/AAAAAAAANmw/O5QaARJWjRM/s200/o_tempo.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;O tempo não apaga a mágoa mas atenua a dor.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Esta semana não tive muito tempo para pensar pelo que deixo esta frase reflexiva. &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3894454190185064391-3889269538348447?l=asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com/feeds/3889269538348447/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3894454190185064391&amp;postID=3889269538348447' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894454190185064391/posts/default/3889269538348447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894454190185064391/posts/default/3889269538348447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com/2011/06/licao-de-vida-semana-n-23-de-2011.html' title='Lição de Vida: Semana nº 23 de 2011'/><author><name>Rute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06496771558834087476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FN406mwSSAk/TskEj_ZPKnI/AAAAAAAANs0/JzZhyLfs46U/s220/250541_149971848408591_100001873313475_317944_2509435_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ua1vCu94OKc/Tfk2YgrgPbI/AAAAAAAANmw/O5QaARJWjRM/s72-c/o_tempo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3894454190185064391.post-1525024822731335828</id><published>2011-06-06T20:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T18:58:20.171Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='licao'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflexao'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rubricas'/><title type='text'>Lição de Vida: Semana nº 22 de 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pukVVViE4TE/Te0viksa6_I/AAAAAAAANms/Dxs7mYgreNA/s1600/basque_jorge_oteiza.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pukVVViE4TE/Te0viksa6_I/AAAAAAAANms/Dxs7mYgreNA/s200/basque_jorge_oteiza.jpg" width="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Quando pensas que existe alguma coisa de errado contigo na verdade existe: PENSARES QUE DE FACTO TENS ALGO DE ERRADO QUANDO NA VERDADE NÃO TENS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3894454190185064391-1525024822731335828?l=asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com/feeds/1525024822731335828/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3894454190185064391&amp;postID=1525024822731335828' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894454190185064391/posts/default/1525024822731335828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894454190185064391/posts/default/1525024822731335828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com/2011/06/licao-de-vida-semana-n-22-de-2011.html' title='Lição de Vida: Semana nº 22 de 2011'/><author><name>Rute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06496771558834087476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FN406mwSSAk/TskEj_ZPKnI/AAAAAAAANs0/JzZhyLfs46U/s220/250541_149971848408591_100001873313475_317944_2509435_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pukVVViE4TE/Te0viksa6_I/AAAAAAAANms/Dxs7mYgreNA/s72-c/basque_jorge_oteiza.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3894454190185064391.post-9082295744915852942</id><published>2011-06-05T20:57:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-05T20:57:36.675+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='músicas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='música do momento'/><title type='text'>Música do Momento: "September" dos Daughtry</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Nunca tinha ouvido esta música, mas hoje quando a ouvi pela primeira vez o meu pensamento parou. Não sei porquê mas esta música faz-me reflectir por breves momentos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="334" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/nJzBcKM3ZIE" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3894454190185064391-9082295744915852942?l=asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com/feeds/9082295744915852942/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3894454190185064391&amp;postID=9082295744915852942' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894454190185064391/posts/default/9082295744915852942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894454190185064391/posts/default/9082295744915852942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com/2011/06/musica-do-momento-september-dos.html' title='Música do Momento: &quot;September&quot; dos Daughtry'/><author><name>Rute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06496771558834087476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FN406mwSSAk/TskEj_ZPKnI/AAAAAAAANs0/JzZhyLfs46U/s220/250541_149971848408591_100001873313475_317944_2509435_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/nJzBcKM3ZIE/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3894454190185064391.post-8128710712647543607</id><published>2011-06-01T20:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T20:39:51.003+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebridades'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='músicas'/><title type='text'>Eu vou e tu???</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XNrIoQj5Lgs/TeaVcScOHCI/AAAAAAAANmo/MqHxjdaKp-g/s1600/Nova+imagem.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="95" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XNrIoQj5Lgs/TeaVcScOHCI/AAAAAAAANmo/MqHxjdaKp-g/s320/Nova+imagem.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;No mês de Junho, o Filipe dos ídolos e a  sua banda vão estar de norte a sul do país. Numa carrinha vão percorrer  8 cidades e trazer-te as melhores covers das Bandas do festival SBSR (Super Bock Super Rock). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Data e Locais:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;• 2 de Junho (5ª feira) – Braga (Praça da República) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;• 3 de Junho (6ª feira) – Porto (Ribeira) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;• 4 de Junho (Sábado) – Coimbra (jardim perto das Universidades) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;• 7 de Junho (3ª feira) – Lisboa (Chiado) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;• 8 de Junho (4ª feira) – Évora (Praça do Giraldo) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;• 9 de Junho (5ª feira) – Vilamoura (Marina)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Banda: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Filipe Pinto na voz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Tiago Reis na guitarra; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Donny Bettencourt no baixo; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Mauro Ramos na bateria.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.superbocksuperrock.pt/pt/sbsr/sbsr-band-in-a-van.aspx" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mais Informações &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3894454190185064391-8128710712647543607?l=asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com/feeds/8128710712647543607/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3894454190185064391&amp;postID=8128710712647543607' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894454190185064391/posts/default/8128710712647543607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894454190185064391/posts/default/8128710712647543607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com/2011/06/eu-vou-e-tu.html' title='Eu vou e tu???'/><author><name>Rute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06496771558834087476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FN406mwSSAk/TskEj_ZPKnI/AAAAAAAANs0/JzZhyLfs46U/s220/250541_149971848408591_100001873313475_317944_2509435_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XNrIoQj5Lgs/TeaVcScOHCI/AAAAAAAANmo/MqHxjdaKp-g/s72-c/Nova+imagem.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3894454190185064391.post-9128796524928930412</id><published>2011-05-30T22:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T18:58:20.172Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='licao'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflexao'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rubricas'/><title type='text'>Lição de Vida: Semana nº 21 de 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Cada vez acredito mais que as verdadeiras amizades resistem ao tempo, distância e separação.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7wWdT4fZky0/TeQGm5tTSWI/AAAAAAAANmk/z-TKn8jgfRg/s1600/amigos2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="133" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7wWdT4fZky0/TeQGm5tTSWI/AAAAAAAANmk/z-TKn8jgfRg/s200/amigos2.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Aqueles que te interessam e que se interessam por ti nunca se afastarão, já os interesseiros serão os primeiros a abandonar o barco quando te estás a afundar.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3894454190185064391-9128796524928930412?l=asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com/feeds/9128796524928930412/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3894454190185064391&amp;postID=9128796524928930412' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894454190185064391/posts/default/9128796524928930412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894454190185064391/posts/default/9128796524928930412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com/2011/05/licao-de-vida-semana-n-21-de-2011.html' title='Lição de Vida: Semana nº 21 de 2011'/><author><name>Rute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06496771558834087476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FN406mwSSAk/TskEj_ZPKnI/AAAAAAAANs0/JzZhyLfs46U/s220/250541_149971848408591_100001873313475_317944_2509435_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7wWdT4fZky0/TeQGm5tTSWI/AAAAAAAANmk/z-TKn8jgfRg/s72-c/amigos2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3894454190185064391.post-6009520818643473716</id><published>2011-05-22T16:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T18:58:20.173Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='licao'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflexao'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rubricas'/><title type='text'>Lição de Vida: Semana nº 20 de 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fvQft39y6p4/Tdkq10UXDjI/AAAAAAAANmg/TepBdBayNEk/s1600/en.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="146" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fvQft39y6p4/Tdkq10UXDjI/AAAAAAAANmg/TepBdBayNEk/s200/en.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;As respostas aos porquês da vida não estão nas páginas dos livros mas sim nas páginas do nosso pensamento e da nossa reflexão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3894454190185064391-6009520818643473716?l=asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com/feeds/6009520818643473716/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3894454190185064391&amp;postID=6009520818643473716' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894454190185064391/posts/default/6009520818643473716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894454190185064391/posts/default/6009520818643473716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com/2011/05/licao-de-vida-semana-n-20-de-2011.html' title='Lição de Vida: Semana nº 20 de 2011'/><author><name>Rute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06496771558834087476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FN406mwSSAk/TskEj_ZPKnI/AAAAAAAANs0/JzZhyLfs46U/s220/250541_149971848408591_100001873313475_317944_2509435_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fvQft39y6p4/Tdkq10UXDjI/AAAAAAAANmg/TepBdBayNEk/s72-c/en.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3894454190185064391.post-7118813783485853620</id><published>2011-05-21T16:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-21T16:17:23.835+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='videos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pessoal'/><title type='text'>Obrigada</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;Tinha de partilhar isto, desculpa lá minha Gi mas toda a gente merecia ver o lindo vídeo que me fizeste. Te adoro minha morcelinha, ahahah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/IfpRMNpHlCw" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3894454190185064391-7118813783485853620?l=asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com/feeds/7118813783485853620/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3894454190185064391&amp;postID=7118813783485853620' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894454190185064391/posts/default/7118813783485853620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894454190185064391/posts/default/7118813783485853620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com/2011/05/obrigada.html' title='Obrigada'/><author><name>Rute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06496771558834087476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FN406mwSSAk/TskEj_ZPKnI/AAAAAAAANs0/JzZhyLfs46U/s220/250541_149971848408591_100001873313475_317944_2509435_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/IfpRMNpHlCw/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3894454190185064391.post-7291294906544554615</id><published>2011-05-19T23:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T23:00:38.505+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='músicas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='música do momento'/><title type='text'>Música do Momento: "You and Me" dos Lifehouse</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;Adoro a letra da música, a melodia, estou bastante viciada....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="334" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ac3HkriqdGQ" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3894454190185064391-7291294906544554615?l=asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com/feeds/7291294906544554615/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3894454190185064391&amp;postID=7291294906544554615' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894454190185064391/posts/default/7291294906544554615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894454190185064391/posts/default/7291294906544554615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com/2011/05/musica-do-momento-you-and-me-dos.html' title='Música do Momento: &quot;You and Me&quot; dos Lifehouse'/><author><name>Rute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06496771558834087476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FN406mwSSAk/TskEj_ZPKnI/AAAAAAAANs0/JzZhyLfs46U/s220/250541_149971848408591_100001873313475_317944_2509435_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/ac3HkriqdGQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3894454190185064391.post-355804776979245835</id><published>2011-05-19T21:07:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T21:13:15.243+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pessoal'/><title type='text'>Apaixonada......</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Estou tão apaixonada, será que ele aceita ser meu par?? Queria tanto arriscar mas tenho tanto medo do depois...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Amo este vestido da Stradivarus...ai coração!!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1bDk_0Grbeo/TdV4hHoEnqI/AAAAAAAANmc/dY9V65OPSl4/s1600/Nova+imagem.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1bDk_0Grbeo/TdV4hHoEnqI/AAAAAAAANmc/dY9V65OPSl4/s320/Nova+imagem.bmp" width="248" /&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/3894454190185064391-355804776979245835?l=asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com/feeds/355804776979245835/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3894454190185064391&amp;postID=355804776979245835' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894454190185064391/posts/default/355804776979245835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894454190185064391/posts/default/355804776979245835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com/2011/05/apaixonada.html' title='Apaixonada......'/><author><name>Rute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06496771558834087476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FN406mwSSAk/TskEj_ZPKnI/AAAAAAAANs0/JzZhyLfs46U/s220/250541_149971848408591_100001873313475_317944_2509435_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1bDk_0Grbeo/TdV4hHoEnqI/AAAAAAAANmc/dY9V65OPSl4/s72-c/Nova+imagem.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3894454190185064391.post-8310337404476575688</id><published>2011-05-15T22:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T18:58:20.174Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='licao'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflexao'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rubricas'/><title type='text'>Lição de Vida: Semana nº 19 de 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IN_pZLs6lZU/TdBEpALOQyI/AAAAAAAANmY/ogowNutx8qg/s1600/La_Distancia__by_loganart.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IN_pZLs6lZU/TdBEpALOQyI/AAAAAAAANmY/ogowNutx8qg/s200/La_Distancia__by_loganart.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Às vezes gostava de ser um animal sem sentimentos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;A distância não atenua o pensamento, pelo contrário faz com que ele sinta ainda mais a falta de alguém.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3894454190185064391-8310337404476575688?l=asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com/feeds/8310337404476575688/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3894454190185064391&amp;postID=8310337404476575688' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894454190185064391/posts/default/8310337404476575688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894454190185064391/posts/default/8310337404476575688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com/2011/05/licao-de-vida-semana-n-19-de-2011.html' title='Lição de Vida: Semana nº 19 de 2011'/><author><name>Rute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06496771558834087476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FN406mwSSAk/TskEj_ZPKnI/AAAAAAAANs0/JzZhyLfs46U/s220/250541_149971848408591_100001873313475_317944_2509435_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IN_pZLs6lZU/TdBEpALOQyI/AAAAAAAANmY/ogowNutx8qg/s72-c/La_Distancia__by_loganart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3894454190185064391.post-8780442737246096645</id><published>2011-05-11T17:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-11T17:31:21.176+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pessoal'/><title type='text'>Fui....mas volto</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NYZCd-cYets/Tcq5uSeJK6I/AAAAAAAANmU/vbk3ekPL7yw/s1600/ferias_thumb%255B3%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="156" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NYZCd-cYets/Tcq5uSeJK6I/AAAAAAAANmU/vbk3ekPL7yw/s200/ferias_thumb%255B3%255D.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aí vou eu descansar 4 dias no Norte e aproveitar os últimos dias de férias....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Quem me dera ir para um local paradisíaco, com muito sol, mar e areia, mas fico-me pela cidade. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Até Já!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3894454190185064391-8780442737246096645?l=asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com/feeds/8780442737246096645/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3894454190185064391&amp;postID=8780442737246096645' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894454190185064391/posts/default/8780442737246096645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894454190185064391/posts/default/8780442737246096645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com/2011/05/fuimas-volto.html' title='Fui....mas volto'/><author><name>Rute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06496771558834087476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FN406mwSSAk/TskEj_ZPKnI/AAAAAAAANs0/JzZhyLfs46U/s220/250541_149971848408591_100001873313475_317944_2509435_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NYZCd-cYets/Tcq5uSeJK6I/AAAAAAAANmU/vbk3ekPL7yw/s72-c/ferias_thumb%255B3%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3894454190185064391.post-1405170879481980360</id><published>2011-05-10T22:27:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T22:27:12.898+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='videos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vídeo do momento'/><title type='text'>Vídeo do Momento: Bebé a dançar Beyoncé</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;É assim que muitos começam....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="334" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/mk42wSXXGq8" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3894454190185064391-1405170879481980360?l=asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com/feeds/1405170879481980360/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3894454190185064391&amp;postID=1405170879481980360' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894454190185064391/posts/default/1405170879481980360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894454190185064391/posts/default/1405170879481980360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com/2011/05/video-do-momento-bebe-dancar-beyonce.html' title='Vídeo do Momento: Bebé a dançar Beyoncé'/><author><name>Rute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06496771558834087476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FN406mwSSAk/TskEj_ZPKnI/AAAAAAAANs0/JzZhyLfs46U/s220/250541_149971848408591_100001873313475_317944_2509435_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/mk42wSXXGq8/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3894454190185064391.post-762387978796593058</id><published>2011-05-09T23:16:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T23:27:34.578+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rubricas'/><title type='text'>10 coisas que.... Odeio ao Andar na Rua</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x0XzrGO3YHs/TchnV50oqgI/AAAAAAAANmQ/ZNfd7zyoS4Y/s1600/pessoas_Cezayan09.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="133" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x0XzrGO3YHs/TchnV50oqgI/AAAAAAAANmQ/ZNfd7zyoS4Y/s200/pessoas_Cezayan09.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Resolvi inaugurar uma nova secção no blog, baseada no filme &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;10 coisas que odeio em ti&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;, apresento a nova rubrica: 10 COISAS QUE ...... (agora vai variar o tema)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Ir na rua e ter de me desviar das necessidades caninas, principalmente quando é de noite e não vejo nada.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;As pessoas que vão a andar mesmo no meio do passeio (sendo ele super largo) e não se desviam nem por nada. Devem ter um cu mesmo grande!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;As pessoas que vão a andar super devagarinho, como se tivessem o tempo todo do mundo, e não passam nem deixam passar.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Quando está a chover&amp;nbsp; torrencialmente e quem está de chapéu vai debaixo das varandas e não se desvia para aqueles que estão sem chapéu.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Pessoas que falam alto, ou melhor que berram. Ainda estou para entender a necessidade de tal coisa&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Pedir com licença para passar e não me ligarem nenhuma. Qualquer dia acaba-se a boa educação....&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Carros que se atravessam mesmo no passeio ou na passadeira.... Irrita-me seriamente esta falta de civismo na condução.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Estar numa passadeira e não pararem para eu passar, tenho de ser eu a atirar-me para a frente.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Estar a passar debaixo de uma varanda e alguém sacudir o pó ou as migalhas.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Passar por uma pessoa e dizer "Bom-Dia" ou "Boa Tarde" e essa pessoa não retribuir. Quem passa depois por mal educada sou eu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3894454190185064391-762387978796593058?l=asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com/feeds/762387978796593058/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3894454190185064391&amp;postID=762387978796593058' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894454190185064391/posts/default/762387978796593058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894454190185064391/posts/default/762387978796593058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com/2011/05/10-coisas-que-odeioao-andar-na-rua.html' title='10 coisas que.... Odeio ao Andar na Rua'/><author><name>Rute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06496771558834087476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FN406mwSSAk/TskEj_ZPKnI/AAAAAAAANs0/JzZhyLfs46U/s220/250541_149971848408591_100001873313475_317944_2509435_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x0XzrGO3YHs/TchnV50oqgI/AAAAAAAANmQ/ZNfd7zyoS4Y/s72-c/pessoas_Cezayan09.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3894454190185064391.post-4095831552349883947</id><published>2011-05-08T20:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T18:58:20.175Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='licao'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflexao'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rubricas'/><title type='text'>Lição de Vida: Semana nº 18 de 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D0GonfPpAv0/Tcby7_ie0AI/AAAAAAAANmM/m3pfDWxL_jQ/s1600/aae36c8c1a67d5bd0944dd82d28c56dd.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D0GonfPpAv0/Tcby7_ie0AI/AAAAAAAANmM/m3pfDWxL_jQ/s200/aae36c8c1a67d5bd0944dd82d28c56dd.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Por mais que por vezes saibamos que isto é verdade, e que assim não devia ser, tendemos sempre a cometer este mesmo erro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;B&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;uscamos erradamente nos outros aquilo que só encontramos dentro de nós.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3894454190185064391-4095831552349883947?l=asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com/feeds/4095831552349883947/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3894454190185064391&amp;postID=4095831552349883947' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894454190185064391/posts/default/4095831552349883947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894454190185064391/posts/default/4095831552349883947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com/2011/05/licao-de-vida-semana-n-18-de-2011.html' title='Lição de Vida: Semana nº 18 de 2011'/><author><name>Rute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06496771558834087476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FN406mwSSAk/TskEj_ZPKnI/AAAAAAAANs0/JzZhyLfs46U/s220/250541_149971848408591_100001873313475_317944_2509435_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D0GonfPpAv0/Tcby7_ie0AI/AAAAAAAANmM/m3pfDWxL_jQ/s72-c/aae36c8c1a67d5bd0944dd82d28c56dd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3894454190185064391.post-1938075082515222781</id><published>2011-05-07T16:12:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-07T21:01:25.534+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='músicas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='música do momento'/><title type='text'>Música do Momento: "Unstoppable" dos Rascal Flatts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;Ai que gosto tanto da música.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/v1xF1L8ZS7s" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3894454190185064391-1938075082515222781?l=asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com/feeds/1938075082515222781/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3894454190185064391&amp;postID=1938075082515222781' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894454190185064391/posts/default/1938075082515222781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894454190185064391/posts/default/1938075082515222781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com/2011/05/video-do-momento-unstoppable-dos-rascal.html' title='Música do Momento: &quot;Unstoppable&quot; dos Rascal Flatts'/><author><name>Rute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06496771558834087476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FN406mwSSAk/TskEj_ZPKnI/AAAAAAAANs0/JzZhyLfs46U/s220/250541_149971848408591_100001873313475_317944_2509435_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/v1xF1L8ZS7s/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3894454190185064391.post-3035013424829653399</id><published>2011-05-07T15:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-07T15:59:11.692+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fotos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foto do momento'/><title type='text'>Foto do Momento: Um ano, um momento, muitas memórias</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Faz hoje um ano que aquele concerto se tornou especial por toda a envolvência que teve. Faz hoje um ano que conheci tanta gente com quem hoje ainda mantenho contacto, pessoas especiais para mim. Portanto não podia deixar de celebrar este dia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eZ4V3q8R37U/TcVd3dlpaFI/AAAAAAAANmI/7bSAzcBBhYU/s1600/31184_423888724947_744794947_5469773_1793855_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eZ4V3q8R37U/TcVd3dlpaFI/AAAAAAAANmI/7bSAzcBBhYU/s320/31184_423888724947_744794947_5469773_1793855_n.jpg" width="320" /&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/3894454190185064391-3035013424829653399?l=asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com/feeds/3035013424829653399/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3894454190185064391&amp;postID=3035013424829653399' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894454190185064391/posts/default/3035013424829653399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894454190185064391/posts/default/3035013424829653399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com/2011/05/foto-do-momento-um-ano-um-momento.html' title='Foto do Momento: Um ano, um momento, muitas memórias'/><author><name>Rute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06496771558834087476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FN406mwSSAk/TskEj_ZPKnI/AAAAAAAANs0/JzZhyLfs46U/s220/250541_149971848408591_100001873313475_317944_2509435_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eZ4V3q8R37U/TcVd3dlpaFI/AAAAAAAANmI/7bSAzcBBhYU/s72-c/31184_423888724947_744794947_5469773_1793855_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3894454190185064391.post-2232175867601004594</id><published>2011-05-05T21:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T18:57:44.076Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflexao'/><title type='text'>Só sei que nada sei...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TA1Zog1s76Q/TcMJjMndheI/AAAAAAAANmE/GYhqHKqLdIA/s1600/indecisao-sobre-clima.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="196" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TA1Zog1s76Q/TcMJjMndheI/AAAAAAAANmE/GYhqHKqLdIA/s200/indecisao-sobre-clima.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Am I Wrong?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Are You Wrong?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Honestly, I don't Know&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I just know that i can't stop loving you..........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3894454190185064391-2232175867601004594?l=asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com/feeds/2232175867601004594/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3894454190185064391&amp;postID=2232175867601004594' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894454190185064391/posts/default/2232175867601004594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894454190185064391/posts/default/2232175867601004594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com/2011/05/so-sei-que-nada-sei.html' title='Só sei que nada sei...'/><author><name>Rute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06496771558834087476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FN406mwSSAk/TskEj_ZPKnI/AAAAAAAANs0/JzZhyLfs46U/s220/250541_149971848408591_100001873313475_317944_2509435_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TA1Zog1s76Q/TcMJjMndheI/AAAAAAAANmE/GYhqHKqLdIA/s72-c/indecisao-sobre-clima.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3894454190185064391.post-2209358656631871189</id><published>2011-05-01T22:49:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-01T22:50:10.379+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pessoal'/><title type='text'>Dia de compras...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Mulheres deste blog como fazer compras faz tão bem ao espírito e tão mal à carteira.... Ai e não comprei tudo o que queria, senão estava na banca rota como o país.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jQYxPsvij6w/Tb3VQIqRr5I/AAAAAAAANl0/Z6FPcgExJqo/s1600/Nova+imagem+%25281%2529.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jQYxPsvij6w/Tb3VQIqRr5I/AAAAAAAANl0/Z6FPcgExJqo/s200/Nova+imagem+%25281%2529.bmp" width="148" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NlYnLGhdN3c/Tb3VUGSAaoI/AAAAAAAANmA/Izqydx5Ga1s/s1600/Nova+imagem.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NlYnLGhdN3c/Tb3VUGSAaoI/AAAAAAAANmA/Izqydx5Ga1s/s200/Nova+imagem.bmp" width="149" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VqhSf1m1XDY/Tb3VRurIqWI/AAAAAAAANl4/Xb-hsu2E4qM/s1600/Nova+imagem+%25282%2529.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VqhSf1m1XDY/Tb3VRurIqWI/AAAAAAAANl4/Xb-hsu2E4qM/s200/Nova+imagem+%25282%2529.bmp" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y-x8MHBnuzY/Tb3VS5V00BI/AAAAAAAANl8/ZrFkxszecH4/s1600/Nova+imagem+%25283%2529.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y-x8MHBnuzY/Tb3VS5V00BI/AAAAAAAANl8/ZrFkxszecH4/s200/Nova+imagem+%25283%2529.bmp" width="150" /&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/3894454190185064391-2209358656631871189?l=asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com/feeds/2209358656631871189/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3894454190185064391&amp;postID=2209358656631871189' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894454190185064391/posts/default/2209358656631871189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894454190185064391/posts/default/2209358656631871189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com/2011/05/dia-de-compras.html' title='Dia de compras...'/><author><name>Rute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06496771558834087476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FN406mwSSAk/TskEj_ZPKnI/AAAAAAAANs0/JzZhyLfs46U/s220/250541_149971848408591_100001873313475_317944_2509435_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jQYxPsvij6w/Tb3VQIqRr5I/AAAAAAAANl0/Z6FPcgExJqo/s72-c/Nova+imagem+%25281%2529.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3894454190185064391.post-4437518494586637617</id><published>2011-05-01T20:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-01T20:13:01.035+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sociedade'/><title type='text'>Dia da Mãe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vUWRj1RmogI/Tb2v6u8Ef5I/AAAAAAAANls/m2_QFFCpN4k/s1600/feliz_dia_das_maes-10547.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vUWRj1RmogI/Tb2v6u8Ef5I/AAAAAAAANls/m2_QFFCpN4k/s200/feliz_dia_das_maes-10547.jpg" width="188" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A todas as mães que visitam o meu blog e a todas as mães das filhas e filhos que visitam o meu blog, UM FELIZ DIA DA MÃE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Um feliz dia para a minha mãe, que apesar de chata às vezes, é mãe né.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3894454190185064391-4437518494586637617?l=asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com/feeds/4437518494586637617/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3894454190185064391&amp;postID=4437518494586637617' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894454190185064391/posts/default/4437518494586637617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894454190185064391/posts/default/4437518494586637617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com/2011/05/dia-da-mae.html' title='Dia da Mãe'/><author><name>Rute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06496771558834087476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FN406mwSSAk/TskEj_ZPKnI/AAAAAAAANs0/JzZhyLfs46U/s220/250541_149971848408591_100001873313475_317944_2509435_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vUWRj1RmogI/Tb2v6u8Ef5I/AAAAAAAANls/m2_QFFCpN4k/s72-c/feliz_dia_das_maes-10547.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3894454190185064391.post-8082941182720362053</id><published>2011-05-01T20:12:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-01T20:12:50.409+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='programas de tv'/><title type='text'>Peso Pesado estreia hoje</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UIiAeNyQovs/Tb2wnpZYLZI/AAAAAAAANlw/G9VLmv3BJQ0/s1600/Concorrentes_Peso-Pesado.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="175" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UIiAeNyQovs/Tb2wnpZYLZI/AAAAAAAANlw/G9VLmv3BJQ0/s320/Concorrentes_Peso-Pesado.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Eu estou em pulgas para começar a ver a versão portuguesa do programa.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Acho que vai ser genial e vai mudar a vida de muita gente em Portugal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3894454190185064391-8082941182720362053?l=asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com/feeds/8082941182720362053/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3894454190185064391&amp;postID=8082941182720362053' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894454190185064391/posts/default/8082941182720362053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894454190185064391/posts/default/8082941182720362053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com/2011/05/peso-pesado-estreia-hoje.html' title='Peso Pesado estreia hoje'/><author><name>Rute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06496771558834087476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FN406mwSSAk/TskEj_ZPKnI/AAAAAAAANs0/JzZhyLfs46U/s220/250541_149971848408591_100001873313475_317944_2509435_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UIiAeNyQovs/Tb2wnpZYLZI/AAAAAAAANlw/G9VLmv3BJQ0/s72-c/Concorrentes_Peso-Pesado.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3894454190185064391.post-2908837480922625912</id><published>2011-05-01T20:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T18:58:20.176Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='licao'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflexao'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rubricas'/><title type='text'>Lição de Vida: Semana nº 17 de 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7PIEAo6rhKM/Tb2vPm4KM_I/AAAAAAAANlo/9FgTHSOunbo/s1600/sonho.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="191" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7PIEAo6rhKM/Tb2vPm4KM_I/AAAAAAAANlo/9FgTHSOunbo/s200/sonho.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tudo leva o seu tempo e tudo é uma batalha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Do sonho à realidade está um pequeno passo: A CONCRETIZAÇÃO.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3894454190185064391-2908837480922625912?l=asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com/feeds/2908837480922625912/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3894454190185064391&amp;postID=2908837480922625912' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894454190185064391/posts/default/2908837480922625912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894454190185064391/posts/default/2908837480922625912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com/2011/05/licao-de-vida-semana-n-17-de-2011.html' title='Lição de Vida: Semana nº 17 de 2011'/><author><name>Rute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06496771558834087476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FN406mwSSAk/TskEj_ZPKnI/AAAAAAAANs0/JzZhyLfs46U/s220/250541_149971848408591_100001873313475_317944_2509435_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7PIEAo6rhKM/Tb2vPm4KM_I/AAAAAAAANlo/9FgTHSOunbo/s72-c/sonho.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3894454190185064391.post-2428418918122984912</id><published>2011-04-26T22:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T22:00:32.614+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pessoal'/><title type='text'>Brinquedo Novo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8J7tbzBVIW4/TbcyXmt7lPI/AAAAAAAANlk/Aoi_vftEzUM/s1600/Foto0085.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8J7tbzBVIW4/TbcyXmt7lPI/AAAAAAAANlk/Aoi_vftEzUM/s320/Foto0085.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Hehe....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W5dYwhtd-Gg/TbcyTIwkcOI/AAAAAAAANlg/c1VYzm8AyVk/s1600/Foto0085.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/3894454190185064391-2428418918122984912?l=asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com/feeds/2428418918122984912/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3894454190185064391&amp;postID=2428418918122984912' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894454190185064391/posts/default/2428418918122984912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894454190185064391/posts/default/2428418918122984912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com/2011/04/brinquedo-novo.html' title='Brinquedo Novo'/><author><name>Rute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06496771558834087476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FN406mwSSAk/TskEj_ZPKnI/AAAAAAAANs0/JzZhyLfs46U/s220/250541_149971848408591_100001873313475_317944_2509435_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8J7tbzBVIW4/TbcyXmt7lPI/AAAAAAAANlk/Aoi_vftEzUM/s72-c/Foto0085.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3894454190185064391.post-6557598524473077350</id><published>2011-04-24T22:29:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T18:58:20.177Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='licao'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflexao'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rubricas'/><title type='text'>Lição de Vida: Semana nº 16 de 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GLtxjfKbaDw/TbSWGgGALXI/AAAAAAAANlc/NF4oJR9hB_0/s1600/respeito.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="128" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GLtxjfKbaDw/TbSWGgGALXI/AAAAAAAANlc/NF4oJR9hB_0/s200/respeito.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Era bom que tudo fosse como nós desejamos, mas infelizmente assim não é e a nós basta aceitar as limitações de cada um.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;As pessoas não mudam porque nós queremos. Só temos de aceitar que elas não têm consciência nem capacidade para perceberem que agem erradamente, e principalmente perceber que estão num nível de desenvolvimento pessoal inferior ao nosso.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3894454190185064391-6557598524473077350?l=asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com/feeds/6557598524473077350/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3894454190185064391&amp;postID=6557598524473077350' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894454190185064391/posts/default/6557598524473077350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894454190185064391/posts/default/6557598524473077350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com/2011/04/licao-de-vida-n-16-de-2011.html' title='Lição de Vida: Semana nº 16 de 2011'/><author><name>Rute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06496771558834087476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FN406mwSSAk/TskEj_ZPKnI/AAAAAAAANs0/JzZhyLfs46U/s220/250541_149971848408591_100001873313475_317944_2509435_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GLtxjfKbaDw/TbSWGgGALXI/AAAAAAAANlc/NF4oJR9hB_0/s72-c/respeito.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3894454190185064391.post-6574684416890218794</id><published>2011-04-24T10:51:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T10:51:00.068+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pessoal'/><title type='text'>Feliz Páscoa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UEVi0KS4jz4/TbHcfJAHtHI/AAAAAAAANlU/MfIX5BtylFI/s1600/ayis564z.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UEVi0KS4jz4/TbHcfJAHtHI/AAAAAAAANlU/MfIX5BtylFI/s200/ayis564z.gif" width="163" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Feliz Páscoa a todos que me visitam...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Muitas amêndoas e muitos ovos recheados de calorias de carinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3894454190185064391-6574684416890218794?l=asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com/feeds/6574684416890218794/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3894454190185064391&amp;postID=6574684416890218794' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894454190185064391/posts/default/6574684416890218794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894454190185064391/posts/default/6574684416890218794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com/2011/04/feliz-pascoa.html' title='Feliz Páscoa'/><author><name>Rute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06496771558834087476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FN406mwSSAk/TskEj_ZPKnI/AAAAAAAANs0/JzZhyLfs46U/s220/250541_149971848408591_100001873313475_317944_2509435_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UEVi0KS4jz4/TbHcfJAHtHI/AAAAAAAANlU/MfIX5BtylFI/s72-c/ayis564z.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3894454190185064391.post-9196129672003440084</id><published>2011-04-23T15:48:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T15:48:42.376+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='livros'/><title type='text'>Livro que recomendo: O Pacto</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e_u6IVJraTQ/TbLmfaa-12I/AAAAAAAANlY/cdpyIpCfkOY/s1600/O_Pacto_jodi_picoult_02.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e_u6IVJraTQ/TbLmfaa-12I/AAAAAAAANlY/cdpyIpCfkOY/s200/O_Pacto_jodi_picoult_02.jpg" width="132" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;«Há dezoito anos que os  Harte e os Gold vivem lado a lado, partilhando tudo, desde comida  chinesa e varicela até irem buscar os filhos uns dos outros à vez. Quer  os pais quer os filhos são melhores amigos, por isso, não é nenhuma  surpresa quando a amizade entre Chris e Emily se transforma em algo mais  na altura do liceu. Tornaram-se almas gémeas no momento em que Emily  nasceu. Quando ligam do hospital por volta da meia-noite, ninguém está  preparado para a verdade terrível: Emily, com apenas dezassete anos,  está morta devido a um tiro na cabeça, aparentemente resultado de um  pacto suicida. A arma contém uma bala que Chris diz à polícia estar-lhe  destinada, mas uma detective local tem dúvidas. Os Harte e os Gold, num  único momento aterrador, têm de encarar o pior medo de um pai: será que  conhecemos mesmo os nossos filhos?»&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Sempre tive curiosidade em ler os livros desta escritora, e quando terminei ontem de ler este livro dei por mim, deitada na cama, parada a olhar para o vazio e para a história que tinha acabado de penetrar os meus pensamentos. É simplesmente inacreditável a forma como uma simples história nos consegue prender a cada linha, cada frase que compõem este livro. Senti muitas vezes um desejo de entrar dentro daquela narrativa, e dei por mim muitas vezes a fechar os olhos e imaginar todos os cenários retratados. Simplesmente fantástico..... recomendo vivamente.&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/3894454190185064391-9196129672003440084?l=asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com/feeds/9196129672003440084/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3894454190185064391&amp;postID=9196129672003440084' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894454190185064391/posts/default/9196129672003440084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894454190185064391/posts/default/9196129672003440084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com/2011/04/livro-que-recomendo-o-pacto.html' title='Livro que recomendo: O Pacto'/><author><name>Rute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06496771558834087476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FN406mwSSAk/TskEj_ZPKnI/AAAAAAAANs0/JzZhyLfs46U/s220/250541_149971848408591_100001873313475_317944_2509435_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e_u6IVJraTQ/TbLmfaa-12I/AAAAAAAANlY/cdpyIpCfkOY/s72-c/O_Pacto_jodi_picoult_02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3894454190185064391.post-3943814149867095024</id><published>2011-04-22T20:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T20:46:07.112+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sociedade'/><title type='text'>Suícidio na adolescência</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;"Segundo os últimos dados do INE, relativo a 2009, mataram-se 16  adolescentes. Número real pode ser superior. Rejeição amorosa é o  principal motivo.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;O&amp;nbsp;suicídio entre jovens está a aumentar em Portugal. Em média, todos os meses, um adolescente decide pôr termo à própria vida. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Segundo os últimos dados do Instituto Nacional de Estatística (INE), 16 jovens, menores de idade, suicidaram-se em 2009." (&lt;a href="http://sol.sapo.pt/inicio/Sociedade/Interior.aspx?content_id=16989"&gt;&lt;b&gt;LER MAIS&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iScM0YhlHAM/TbHa28RD-NI/AAAAAAAANlQ/DbW4u7VDSQQ/s1600/ng1076620_435x190.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="85" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iScM0YhlHAM/TbHa28RD-NI/AAAAAAAANlQ/DbW4u7VDSQQ/s200/ng1076620_435x190.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;No outro dia estive a ler este pequeno artigo sobre a taxa de suicídio nos adolescentes portugueses. Nada que não me surpreenda pois cada vez as pessoas estão mais sós e têm menos tempo para se relacionarem com os outros. As amizades, os "grandes" amores, o tempo passado em família são cada mais curtos, simplesmente as pessoas deixaram de dar valor às outras e passaram a servir-se umas das outras apenas em seu próprio beneficio, colocando de lado quando já não precisam delas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;A depressão na adolescência sempre foi um tema que me despertou curiosidade, talvez pela proximidade pessoal que tenho com o assunto e por perceber como se sentem estes jovens, cuja única saída que vêem é a morte. A dor da alma é muito mais difícil de suportar do que a dor física, simplesmente porque não existe nenhum analgésico milagroso, e se a morte é a forma que se encontra para fazer parar a dor, é a escolha mais feita, não sendo só uma forma de nos atingirmos a nós mas também muitas vezes de atingir aqueles que nos magoam. Na minha opinião o suicídio é forma de mostrar a solidão que se sente, mesmo quando se está rodeado de pessoas à nossa volta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3894454190185064391-3943814149867095024?l=asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com/feeds/3943814149867095024/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3894454190185064391&amp;postID=3943814149867095024' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894454190185064391/posts/default/3943814149867095024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894454190185064391/posts/default/3943814149867095024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com/2011/04/suicidio-na-adolescencia.html' title='Suícidio na adolescência'/><author><name>Rute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06496771558834087476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FN406mwSSAk/TskEj_ZPKnI/AAAAAAAANs0/JzZhyLfs46U/s220/250541_149971848408591_100001873313475_317944_2509435_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iScM0YhlHAM/TbHa28RD-NI/AAAAAAAANlQ/DbW4u7VDSQQ/s72-c/ng1076620_435x190.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3894454190185064391.post-5056081292108185347</id><published>2011-04-22T20:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T20:29:15.671+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frase do momento'/><title type='text'>Frase do Momento: Dor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yMWCVy07u9E/TbHWudiOs8I/AAAAAAAANlM/N3YSC2zKBsY/s1600/PQZRe4dgOLuPOwA5GRM8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="135" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yMWCVy07u9E/TbHWudiOs8I/AAAAAAAANlM/N3YSC2zKBsY/s200/PQZRe4dgOLuPOwA5GRM8.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"A dor que não fala, geme no coração até que o parte.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;(William Shakespeare)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="3" cellspacing="3"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="3" cellspacing="3"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3894454190185064391-5056081292108185347?l=asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com/feeds/5056081292108185347/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3894454190185064391&amp;postID=5056081292108185347' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894454190185064391/posts/default/5056081292108185347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3894454190185064391/posts/default/5056081292108185347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://asmemoriasdarute.blogspot.com/2011/04/frase-do-momento-dor.html' title='Frase do Momento: Dor'/><author><name>Rute</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06496771558834087476</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FN406mwSSAk/TskEj_ZPKnI/AAAAAAAANs0/JzZhyLfs46U/s220/250541_149971848408591_100001873313475_317944_2509435_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yMWCVy07u9E/TbHWudiOs8I/AAAAAAAANlM/N3YSC2zKBsY/s72-c/PQZRe4dgOLuPOwA5GRM8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
