<?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-8078603</id><updated>2011-04-22T02:33:56.600+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Portney</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portney.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078603/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portney.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Guilty Pleasure</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://frieden.no.sapo.pt/fredyy.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>77</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8078603.post-4199078530340003208</id><published>2007-06-01T00:08:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T00:13:42.366+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Um golpe de estado a um coração é sempre uma coisa chata.&lt;br /&gt;O governante anterior é normalmente exilado para o figado.&lt;br /&gt;E são governos provisórios atrás de governos provisórios.&lt;br /&gt;Ou a anarquia total.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E a canção-senha para uma revolução dessas?&lt;br /&gt;É tudo um bocado chato e aborrecido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É por isso que nestas regiões é sempre agradável um regime dictatorial.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8078603-4199078530340003208?l=portney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078603/posts/default/4199078530340003208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078603/posts/default/4199078530340003208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portney.blogspot.com/2007/06/um-golpe-de-estado-um-corao-sempre-uma.html' title=''/><author><name>Guilty Pleasure</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://frieden.no.sapo.pt/fredyy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8078603.post-3927613349387028660</id><published>2007-06-01T00:03:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T00:03:44.369+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hoje estou dormente e a musica não me sabe a nada.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8078603-3927613349387028660?l=portney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078603/posts/default/3927613349387028660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078603/posts/default/3927613349387028660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portney.blogspot.com/2007/06/hoje-estou-dormente-e-musica-no-me-sabe.html' title=''/><author><name>Guilty Pleasure</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://frieden.no.sapo.pt/fredyy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8078603.post-7227451712556208393</id><published>2007-05-16T02:34:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T02:36:08.397+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Comentário</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://oboato.blogspot.com/2007/05/coisas-mal-feitas-no-cosmos-vi.html"&gt;Boato&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acho que sim. Daria tempo para fazer coisas uteis, como renovar a carta de condução.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8078603-7227451712556208393?l=portney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078603/posts/default/7227451712556208393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078603/posts/default/7227451712556208393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portney.blogspot.com/2007/05/comentrio.html' title='Comentário'/><author><name>Guilty Pleasure</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://frieden.no.sapo.pt/fredyy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8078603.post-1821675204252673113</id><published>2007-05-16T02:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T02:32:21.503+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Uma das Melhores Frases de Todos os Tempos</title><content type='html'>"Ainda não tem a dupla personalidade mas já está a tratar dos documentos."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8078603-1821675204252673113?l=portney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078603/posts/default/1821675204252673113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078603/posts/default/1821675204252673113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portney.blogspot.com/2007/05/uma-das-melhores-frases-de-todos-os.html' title='Uma das Melhores Frases de Todos os Tempos'/><author><name>Guilty Pleasure</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://frieden.no.sapo.pt/fredyy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8078603.post-2201949683188864117</id><published>2007-05-09T22:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T22:27:03.836+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Dizem-me que Falar de Amor Fica Sempre Bem</title><content type='html'>Os opostos não se atraem, são é mais faceis de encontrar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8078603-2201949683188864117?l=portney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078603/posts/default/2201949683188864117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078603/posts/default/2201949683188864117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portney.blogspot.com/2007/05/dizem-me-que-falar-de-amor-fica-sempre.html' title='Dizem-me que Falar de Amor Fica Sempre Bem'/><author><name>Guilty Pleasure</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://frieden.no.sapo.pt/fredyy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8078603.post-5751982111042360022</id><published>2007-05-07T07:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T07:46:08.329+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreaming of English Classes on Subcultures</title><content type='html'>"well, my dad used to be more of the mainstream type,&lt;br /&gt;but then he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;got&lt;/span&gt; into cannibalism"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8078603-5751982111042360022?l=portney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078603/posts/default/5751982111042360022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078603/posts/default/5751982111042360022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portney.blogspot.com/2007/05/dreaming-of-english-classes-on.html' title='Dreaming of English Classes on Subcultures'/><author><name>Guilty Pleasure</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://frieden.no.sapo.pt/fredyy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8078603.post-3952570870519402358</id><published>2007-05-06T23:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T23:50:16.578+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pessoas a ver televisão</title><content type='html'>Interveniente #1 : "Esta gaja é uma cinica, pá!"&lt;br /&gt;Interveniente #2 : "Não é nada, é enfermeira!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Senti-me na obrigação moral de explicar prontamente à Interveniente #2 que os médicos é que são cinicos, as enfermeiras são sarcásticas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[i'm back]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8078603-3952570870519402358?l=portney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078603/posts/default/3952570870519402358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078603/posts/default/3952570870519402358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portney.blogspot.com/2007/05/pessoas-ver-televiso.html' title='Pessoas a ver televisão'/><author><name>Guilty Pleasure</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://frieden.no.sapo.pt/fredyy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8078603.post-116073245511469882</id><published>2006-10-13T10:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T10:40:55.123+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>se Adão fosse português, concerteza teria comido antes um pêro.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8078603-116073245511469882?l=portney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078603/posts/default/116073245511469882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078603/posts/default/116073245511469882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portney.blogspot.com/2006/10/se-ado-fosse-portugus-concerteza-teria.html' title=''/><author><name>Guilty Pleasure</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://frieden.no.sapo.pt/fredyy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8078603.post-115203711225875075</id><published>2006-07-04T19:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T19:18:32.276+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Hold Me Tie</title><content type='html'>Portneeeeeey,&lt;br /&gt;the portinator!,&lt;br /&gt;making copieeees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora tudo faz sentido.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8078603-115203711225875075?l=portney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078603/posts/default/115203711225875075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078603/posts/default/115203711225875075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portney.blogspot.com/2006/07/hold-me-tie.html' title='Hold Me Tie'/><author><name>Guilty Pleasure</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://frieden.no.sapo.pt/fredyy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8078603.post-115172025843422399</id><published>2006-07-01T03:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T03:17:38.443+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Guest Post</title><content type='html'>Se os betos formassem um gang, como se chamaria o seu lider?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AlphaBETO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Alexandre Sousa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8078603-115172025843422399?l=portney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078603/posts/default/115172025843422399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078603/posts/default/115172025843422399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portney.blogspot.com/2006/07/guest-post.html' title='Guest Post'/><author><name>Guilty Pleasure</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://frieden.no.sapo.pt/fredyy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8078603.post-114942611191347568</id><published>2006-06-04T13:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T14:01:51.933+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>e a esquesita disse ao esquesito «um dia alguem se vai apaixonar pelas tuas singularidades».&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;desbravaram então o caminho das ternas pluralidades.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8078603-114942611191347568?l=portney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078603/posts/default/114942611191347568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078603/posts/default/114942611191347568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portney.blogspot.com/2006/06/e-esquesita-disse-ao-esquesito-um-dia.html' title=''/><author><name>Guilty Pleasure</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://frieden.no.sapo.pt/fredyy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8078603.post-114760383749252286</id><published>2006-05-14T11:44:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T11:50:37.493+01:00</updated><title type='text'>"sinto-me um pouco congestionado."</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/17/22612056_5696bd73aa_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"tome um rar. depois das refeições."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8078603-114760383749252286?l=portney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078603/posts/default/114760383749252286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078603/posts/default/114760383749252286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portney.blogspot.com/2006/05/sinto-me-um-pouco-congestionado.html' title='&quot;sinto-me um pouco congestionado.&quot;'/><author><name>Guilty Pleasure</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://frieden.no.sapo.pt/fredyy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8078603.post-114760362286067099</id><published>2006-05-14T11:44:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T11:47:02.870+01:00</updated><title type='text'>"na noite de Halloween tenho sonhos de Abóbora"</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.cm-moita.pt/cmm/imagens/mcheia/2004/12/mc-019.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8078603-114760362286067099?l=portney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078603/posts/default/114760362286067099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078603/posts/default/114760362286067099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portney.blogspot.com/2006/05/na-noite-de-halloween-tenho-sonhos-de.html' title='&quot;na noite de Halloween tenho sonhos de Abóbora&quot;'/><author><name>Guilty Pleasure</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://frieden.no.sapo.pt/fredyy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8078603.post-114705610144860976</id><published>2006-05-08T03:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T03:41:41.460+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Italian Name Is...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/italiannamegenerator/boy.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saviero Romano&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/italiannamegenerator/"&gt;What's Your Italian Name?&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/8078603-114705610144860976?l=portney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078603/posts/default/114705610144860976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078603/posts/default/114705610144860976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portney.blogspot.com/2006/05/your-italian-name-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Guilty Pleasure</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://frieden.no.sapo.pt/fredyy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8078603.post-114557226852169742</id><published>2006-04-20T23:27:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T23:31:08.530+01:00</updated><title type='text'>There are two sides to everything</title><content type='html'>Piada Seca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabes porque é que os passaros fecharam a loja?&lt;br /&gt;Mudaram de ramo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Piada Intelectocultural&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabes porque é que os passaros fecharam a loja?&lt;br /&gt;Porque estavam num filme do Hitchcock. &lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/8078603-114557226852169742?l=portney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078603/posts/default/114557226852169742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078603/posts/default/114557226852169742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portney.blogspot.com/2006/04/there-are-two-sides-to-everything.html' title='There are two sides to everything'/><author><name>Guilty Pleasure</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://frieden.no.sapo.pt/fredyy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8078603.post-114329443723520500</id><published>2006-03-25T13:44:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-25T13:49:57.726Z</updated><title type='text'>Citações</title><content type='html'>Sois Citadino, pois sois,&lt;br /&gt;viveis numa metropole,&lt;br /&gt;como o Clark e a Lois.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aurora Vespertino in  Grandes Poetas Falhados Vol.1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8078603-114329443723520500?l=portney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078603/posts/default/114329443723520500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078603/posts/default/114329443723520500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portney.blogspot.com/2006/03/citaes.html' title='Citações'/><author><name>Guilty Pleasure</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://frieden.no.sapo.pt/fredyy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8078603.post-114289829637611761</id><published>2006-03-20T23:41:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-20T23:47:09.746Z</updated><title type='text'>Proverbio do Dia</title><content type='html'>" Um Coxo a correr,&lt;br /&gt;  Não é bonito de se ver. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Eu, reflectindo sobre a minha propria figura triste a correr para apanhar o comboio. Tem um certo potencial metafórico. Um conselho para a miudagem : não andem aos pontapés a postes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8078603-114289829637611761?l=portney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078603/posts/default/114289829637611761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078603/posts/default/114289829637611761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portney.blogspot.com/2006/03/proverbio-do-dia.html' title='Proverbio do Dia'/><author><name>Guilty Pleasure</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://frieden.no.sapo.pt/fredyy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8078603.post-114229171782278105</id><published>2006-03-13T23:13:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-13T23:15:17.833Z</updated><title type='text'>It's a Matter of Concept</title><content type='html'>Gaja : « Apanhei-o a usar as minhas peugas. »&lt;br /&gt;Amiga da Gaja : « È obvio que tem um fetiche com roupa interior feminina. »&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8078603-114229171782278105?l=portney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078603/posts/default/114229171782278105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078603/posts/default/114229171782278105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portney.blogspot.com/2006/03/its-matter-of-concept.html' title='It&apos;s a Matter of Concept'/><author><name>Guilty Pleasure</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://frieden.no.sapo.pt/fredyy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8078603.post-114168897177355446</id><published>2006-03-06T23:42:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-06T23:56:43.240Z</updated><title type='text'>Sagres Chopp: Leve Na Boa!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.centralcervejas.pt/ficheiros/73/17/ficheiro1773_hwitttdhite.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma amiga minha contou-me hoje que sempre que vê o placard publicitário lê :&lt;br /&gt;"Leve na Boca!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Publicidade é muito evil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para alem da obvia intrepretação sexual, há outra. "Leve na Boca!" incita claramente à violencia. Ora vejamos :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cerveja -&gt; Hooligans -&gt; Porrada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sim, eu sou um iluminado.&lt;br /&gt;Pelo candeeiro do meu quarto, pelo menos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8078603-114168897177355446?l=portney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078603/posts/default/114168897177355446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078603/posts/default/114168897177355446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portney.blogspot.com/2006/03/sagres-chopp-leve-na-boa.html' title='Sagres Chopp: Leve Na Boa!'/><author><name>Guilty Pleasure</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://frieden.no.sapo.pt/fredyy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8078603.post-114139763846015968</id><published>2006-03-03T14:53:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-03T15:26:26.896Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://imageshack.us"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img96.imageshack.us/img96/6100/paperbah1ug.jpg" border="0" width="300" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Preciso de amigos anti-sociais."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8078603-114139763846015968?l=portney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078603/posts/default/114139763846015968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078603/posts/default/114139763846015968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portney.blogspot.com/2006/03/preciso-de-amigos-anti-sociais.html' title=''/><author><name>Guilty Pleasure</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://frieden.no.sapo.pt/fredyy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8078603.post-114125480539804143</id><published>2006-03-01T23:11:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-01T23:13:25.406Z</updated><title type='text'>Frase do Dia</title><content type='html'>" Ainda não tem a dupla personalidade, mas está a tratar dos documentos. "&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8078603-114125480539804143?l=portney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078603/posts/default/114125480539804143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078603/posts/default/114125480539804143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portney.blogspot.com/2006/03/frase-do-dia.html' title='Frase do Dia'/><author><name>Guilty Pleasure</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://frieden.no.sapo.pt/fredyy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8078603.post-114115990581987003</id><published>2006-02-28T20:50:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-28T20:51:45.820Z</updated><title type='text'>Frase do Dia</title><content type='html'>"O Fernando é um verdadeiro Dom João."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8078603-114115990581987003?l=portney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078603/posts/default/114115990581987003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078603/posts/default/114115990581987003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portney.blogspot.com/2006/02/frase-do-dia_28.html' title='Frase do Dia'/><author><name>Guilty Pleasure</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://frieden.no.sapo.pt/fredyy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8078603.post-114073681820527181</id><published>2006-02-23T23:09:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-23T23:20:18.230Z</updated><title type='text'>Hey, My Man!</title><content type='html'>Ir ao dentista tem destas coisas. O Tédio da árida sala de espera leva-nos a desfolhar a CARAS de há seis meses. E descobrem-se coisas absolutamente inuteis, como o novo penteado de gajos com Y's no nome, ou a nova namorada top-model de um qualquer jogador de futebol. Tambem fiquei a saber que o avançado espanhol do Real Madrid Raul Gonzalez é casado com uma senhora chamada Mamen. Deve ser giro. Ele chega a casa e diz : "Hey, Mamen!". E depois sentam-se os 2 no sofá, cada qual com a sua cerveja, a comer tremoços e a ver futebol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8078603-114073681820527181?l=portney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078603/posts/default/114073681820527181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078603/posts/default/114073681820527181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portney.blogspot.com/2006/02/hey-my-man.html' title='Hey, My Man!'/><author><name>Guilty Pleasure</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://frieden.no.sapo.pt/fredyy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8078603.post-113935421901289139</id><published>2006-02-07T23:14:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-07T23:17:34.633Z</updated><title type='text'>Gaveta</title><content type='html'>Visitem &lt;a href="http://tudopragaveta.blogspot.com/"&gt;este blog&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deixo aqui a minha homenagem a esta Rita que não conheço de lado nenhum mas que é grande e que tem ai qualquer coisa de muito bom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8078603-113935421901289139?l=portney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078603/posts/default/113935421901289139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078603/posts/default/113935421901289139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portney.blogspot.com/2006/02/gaveta.html' title='Gaveta'/><author><name>Guilty Pleasure</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://frieden.no.sapo.pt/fredyy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8078603.post-113918430960446237</id><published>2006-02-05T23:59:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-06T00:05:09.623Z</updated><title type='text'>Ainda o U.Leiria 3-1 Benfica</title><content type='html'>[Flash Interview Imaginaria 2]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luisão é o jogador do benfica escolhido para a entrevista curta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reporter : E ai cara...Não foi um bom jogo não, hem?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luisão : Sabe cara, eu faço anos hoje.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*o reporter hesita durante uns segundos, olha para o cameraman*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reporter e Cameraman : PARABENS A VOCE, LA LA LA LA LA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*O treinador do União de Leiria junta-se á cantoria*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reporter, Cameraman e Jorge Jesus : PARA O MENINO LUISÃO, MUITOS ANOS DE VIDA!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Luisão desata a correr*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reporter : Hã, Onde ce vai, cara, ainda não term....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luisão (ao longe) : Apagar as velas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8078603-113918430960446237?l=portney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078603/posts/default/113918430960446237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078603/posts/default/113918430960446237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portney.blogspot.com/2006/02/ainda-o-uleiria-3-1-benfica.html' title='Ainda o U.Leiria 3-1 Benfica'/><author><name>Guilty Pleasure</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://frieden.no.sapo.pt/fredyy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8078603.post-113917981809462380</id><published>2006-02-05T22:47:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-06T00:09:18.776Z</updated><title type='text'>Confessions on a Postcard</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/994/593/1600/stranger.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://postsecret.blogspot.com/"&gt;visitem.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8078603-113917981809462380?l=portney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078603/posts/default/113917981809462380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078603/posts/default/113917981809462380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portney.blogspot.com/2006/02/confessions-on-postcard.html' title='Confessions on a Postcard'/><author><name>Guilty Pleasure</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://frieden.no.sapo.pt/fredyy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8078603.post-113909452400060421</id><published>2006-02-04T23:06:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-07T23:14:35.150Z</updated><title type='text'>U. Leiria 3 - 1 Benfica</title><content type='html'>[Flash Interview Imaginária]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reporter : Señor Koeman, o que tem a dizer desta derrota da sua equipa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Koeman : Olhe lá... Quando cá são 6 horas, que horas são em Kuala Lumpur?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8078603-113909452400060421?l=portney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078603/posts/default/113909452400060421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078603/posts/default/113909452400060421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portney.blogspot.com/2006/02/u-leiria-3-1-benfica.html' title='U. Leiria 3 - 1 Benfica'/><author><name>Guilty Pleasure</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://frieden.no.sapo.pt/fredyy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8078603.post-113097540350854857</id><published>2005-11-02T23:45:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-02T23:50:03.520Z</updated><title type='text'>Sabia Que...</title><content type='html'>o clube de fãs dos Sisters of Mercy almoça no Mcdonalds?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8078603-113097540350854857?l=portney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078603/posts/default/113097540350854857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078603/posts/default/113097540350854857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portney.blogspot.com/2005/11/sabia-que.html' title='Sabia Que...'/><author><name>Guilty Pleasure</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://frieden.no.sapo.pt/fredyy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8078603.post-113088109372808934</id><published>2005-11-01T21:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-01T21:38:13.743Z</updated><title type='text'>Frase do Dia</title><content type='html'>"Vou-me embora, tu não gostas de pessoas com soluços."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8078603-113088109372808934?l=portney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078603/posts/default/113088109372808934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078603/posts/default/113088109372808934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portney.blogspot.com/2005/11/frase-do-dia.html' title='Frase do Dia'/><author><name>Guilty Pleasure</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://frieden.no.sapo.pt/fredyy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8078603.post-112887195422974720</id><published>2005-10-09T16:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T16:34:06.953+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Vamos comprar um inverno só para nós.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E esconder-nos debaixo de cobertores.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8078603-112887195422974720?l=portney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078603/posts/default/112887195422974720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078603/posts/default/112887195422974720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portney.blogspot.com/2005/10/vamos-comprar-um-inverno-s-para-ns.html' title=''/><author><name>Guilty Pleasure</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://frieden.no.sapo.pt/fredyy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8078603.post-112881269989213164</id><published>2005-10-09T00:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T00:04:59.896+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Survey : Qual é a sua banda favorita?</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.pointshop.com/id-132//ImgUpload/P_853745_1234524.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ABBA"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8078603-112881269989213164?l=portney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078603/posts/default/112881269989213164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078603/posts/default/112881269989213164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portney.blogspot.com/2005/10/survey-qual-sua-banda-favorita.html' title='Survey : Qual é a sua banda favorita?'/><author><name>Guilty Pleasure</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://frieden.no.sapo.pt/fredyy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8078603.post-112690891192290736</id><published>2005-09-16T23:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T16:13:13.956+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Personagens do Meu Imaginario Distorcido #1 : Leitão Hewitt</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.google.pt/images?q=tbn:VQeb3TtOk2kJ:http://www.cincinnati.com/bigpiggig/images/bjornboarg_150x166.jpg%22" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8078603-112690891192290736?l=portney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078603/posts/default/112690891192290736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078603/posts/default/112690891192290736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portney.blogspot.com/2005/09/personagens-do-meu-imaginario.html' title='Personagens do Meu Imaginario Distorcido #1 : Leitão Hewitt'/><author><name>Guilty Pleasure</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://frieden.no.sapo.pt/fredyy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8078603.post-112669494722366303</id><published>2005-09-14T11:48:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T11:51:24.956+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.zap2it.com/ltvimages/images/240/lostintranslation_240.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8078603-112669494722366303?l=portney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078603/posts/default/112669494722366303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078603/posts/default/112669494722366303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portney.blogspot.com/2005/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Guilty Pleasure</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://frieden.no.sapo.pt/fredyy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8078603.post-112648811069733152</id><published>2005-09-12T02:18:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T02:23:04.986+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Teste : Ès Uma Pessoa Que Detesta Tudo?</title><content type='html'>1) Detestas a palavra "Acepipe"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Detestas pessoas que dão aos seus animais domésticos nomes como "Carlota Cristina"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Detestas pessoas, com ou sem bigode, que te interpelam dizendo "Ò Chefe..."?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Detestas que, quando abres um pacote de Lay's, este não contenha no seu interior qualquer tipo de legislação?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Detestas a inenarrável expressão popular "Trinca aqui a ver se eu deixo", sempre acompanhada pelo gesto do dedo que se estica e depois, para escapar a uma qualquer mordidela invisivel, se encolhe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Detestas, sem razão aparente, Homens-Bomba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Detestas que, quando estás a jogar ao "Stop!" e é a letra D, alguem escreva "Dinossauro" na categoria "Animais"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Detestas quando acordas com a sensação de que é sabado, mas afinal é segunda-feira, o teu clube de futebol perdeu no domingo, és procurado em 3 continentes e 24 paises por fraude, tens mais de 40 anos e marcaste um exame à prostata para esse dia?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Detestas, de um modo geral e indiscriminado, Marcos do Correio?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) E o Marco do Big Brother?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resultados :&lt;br /&gt;Se detestas todos os Items acima mencionados, és realmente uma pessoa que detesta tudo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se detestas não só todos os Items acima mencionados, como tambem este teste, então és uma pessoa que detesta tudo e mais alguma coisa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se só detestas alguns dos items, és uma pessoa moderada e selectiva no que respeita à actividade de detestar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se não detestas nenhum dos Items, devias chamar-te tu Carlota Cristina que era para ver se gostavas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8078603-112648811069733152?l=portney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078603/posts/default/112648811069733152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078603/posts/default/112648811069733152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portney.blogspot.com/2005/09/teste-s-uma-pessoa-que-detesta-tudo_12.html' title='Teste : Ès Uma Pessoa Que Detesta Tudo?'/><author><name>Guilty Pleasure</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://frieden.no.sapo.pt/fredyy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8078603.post-112593468786197280</id><published>2005-09-05T16:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T16:38:07.866+01:00</updated><title type='text'>frase do dia</title><content type='html'>"o tuning é uma iarte."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mijar sem molhar o tampo da sanita tambem.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8078603-112593468786197280?l=portney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078603/posts/default/112593468786197280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078603/posts/default/112593468786197280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portney.blogspot.com/2005/09/frase-do-dia.html' title='frase do dia'/><author><name>Guilty Pleasure</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://frieden.no.sapo.pt/fredyy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8078603.post-112263997848850139</id><published>2005-07-29T13:24:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-29T13:26:18.496+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O Segredo de El Pibe</title><content type='html'>"Uau, Diego, quem te viu e quem te vê. Estás tão magro!!! Conta-nos o teu segredo!!!  Foste ao Tallon?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Não, nada disso. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Então?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Uma Palavra : Diet Coke. "&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8078603-112263997848850139?l=portney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078603/posts/default/112263997848850139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078603/posts/default/112263997848850139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portney.blogspot.com/2005/07/o-segredo-de-el-pibe.html' title='O Segredo de El Pibe'/><author><name>Guilty Pleasure</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://frieden.no.sapo.pt/fredyy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8078603.post-112250121775958457</id><published>2005-07-27T22:48:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T22:53:37.766+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>está a chover.&lt;br /&gt;adoro chuva.&lt;br /&gt;torna a tristeza mais aconchegante.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8078603-112250121775958457?l=portney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078603/posts/default/112250121775958457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078603/posts/default/112250121775958457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portney.blogspot.com/2005/07/est-chover.html' title=''/><author><name>Guilty Pleasure</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://frieden.no.sapo.pt/fredyy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8078603.post-112242031450443578</id><published>2005-07-27T00:23:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T00:25:14.510+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>fortune cookies spell your name wrong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8078603-112242031450443578?l=portney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078603/posts/default/112242031450443578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078603/posts/default/112242031450443578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portney.blogspot.com/2005/07/fortune-cookies-spell-your-name-wrong.html' title=''/><author><name>Guilty Pleasure</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://frieden.no.sapo.pt/fredyy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8078603.post-112200077487891032</id><published>2005-07-22T03:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-22T03:52:54.890+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>O meu problema é ter uma percepção extraordinária de como as coisas deviam ser, ignorando completamente como elas são na realidade.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8078603-112200077487891032?l=portney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078603/posts/default/112200077487891032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078603/posts/default/112200077487891032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portney.blogspot.com/2005/07/o-meu-problema-ter-uma-percepo.html' title=''/><author><name>Guilty Pleasure</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://frieden.no.sapo.pt/fredyy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8078603.post-112069672617890684</id><published>2005-07-07T01:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T01:38:46.183+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Boa Nuno, A T-Shirt S Que Me Mandaste Faz-me Gordo</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://frieden.no.sapo.pt/tunes.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8078603-112069672617890684?l=portney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078603/posts/default/112069672617890684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078603/posts/default/112069672617890684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portney.blogspot.com/2005/07/boa-nuno-t-shirt-s-que-me-mandaste-faz.html' title='Boa Nuno, A T-Shirt S Que Me Mandaste Faz-me Gordo'/><author><name>Guilty Pleasure</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://frieden.no.sapo.pt/fredyy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8078603.post-112068902403420227</id><published>2005-07-06T23:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T23:31:44.890+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Frederico e as Mulheres #2</title><content type='html'>"Não há raparigas feias. Algumas ainda não encontraram o penteado certo. "&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8078603-112068902403420227?l=portney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078603/posts/default/112068902403420227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078603/posts/default/112068902403420227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portney.blogspot.com/2005/07/frederico-e-as-mulheres-2.html' title='Frederico e as Mulheres #2'/><author><name>Guilty Pleasure</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://frieden.no.sapo.pt/fredyy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8078603.post-112060291594497181</id><published>2005-07-05T23:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T23:35:15.943+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Frederico e as Mulheres #1</title><content type='html'>"Nenhuma mulher se acha feia, mas sim não-tão-bonita-como-as-outras. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Os Americanos têm as armas nucleares, os grupos terroristas as armas biológicas, e a mulher os decotes. "&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8078603-112060291594497181?l=portney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078603/posts/default/112060291594497181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078603/posts/default/112060291594497181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portney.blogspot.com/2005/07/frederico-e-as-mulheres-1.html' title='Frederico e as Mulheres #1'/><author><name>Guilty Pleasure</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://frieden.no.sapo.pt/fredyy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8078603.post-112060254934703708</id><published>2005-07-05T23:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T23:29:09.353+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Prefácio</title><content type='html'>Ontem à noite encontrei-me com o Frederico (para quem não sabe, é o gajo de cabelo azul do profile) num café em Estrasburgo. Entre garrafas de whisky e bafos em tabaco de enrolar (ele anda com essa mania agora, até anda com uma daquelas bolsinhas e tudo), armamos-nos em intelectuais e filosofámos até de madrugada. Tendo vivido com uma rapariga nos ultimos 6 meses, o Frederico fez uma análise profunda do sexo feminino. Postarei, de vez em quando, uma das suas sempre sábias teorias sobre esses belos e complicados seres.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8078603-112060254934703708?l=portney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078603/posts/default/112060254934703708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078603/posts/default/112060254934703708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portney.blogspot.com/2005/07/prefcio.html' title='Prefácio'/><author><name>Guilty Pleasure</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://frieden.no.sapo.pt/fredyy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8078603.post-111999860571733567</id><published>2005-06-28T23:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-28T23:43:25.723+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pub</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://senhorantunesbd.blogspot.com/"&gt;Senhor Antunes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8078603-111999860571733567?l=portney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078603/posts/default/111999860571733567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078603/posts/default/111999860571733567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portney.blogspot.com/2005/06/pub.html' title='Pub'/><author><name>Guilty Pleasure</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://frieden.no.sapo.pt/fredyy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8078603.post-111981945838010173</id><published>2005-06-26T21:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T21:57:38.386+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>escrevo baixinho para não te acordar :&lt;br /&gt;contigo é tudo tão vagaroso e bom.&lt;br /&gt;e, ainda por cima,&lt;br /&gt;cheiras bem.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8078603-111981945838010173?l=portney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078603/posts/default/111981945838010173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078603/posts/default/111981945838010173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portney.blogspot.com/2005/06/escrevo-baixinho-para-no-te-acordar.html' title=''/><author><name>Guilty Pleasure</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://frieden.no.sapo.pt/fredyy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8078603.post-111969642008279043</id><published>2005-06-25T11:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-25T11:47:00.576+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>estamos deitados nus&lt;br /&gt;e tudo foge ao nosso controlo.&lt;br /&gt;o céu,&lt;br /&gt;a música,&lt;br /&gt;as nossas vidas,&lt;br /&gt;sempre duas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e eu agarro-te.&lt;br /&gt;e tu apertas-me.&lt;br /&gt;ontem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;já nada tem o mesmo sabor.&lt;br /&gt;tudo sabe a hoje.&lt;br /&gt;hoje sabe a tudo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a noite estranha,&lt;br /&gt;á chegada e á partida,&lt;br /&gt;cada dia diferente.&lt;br /&gt;e o dia estranha a noite,&lt;br /&gt;e já não se conhecem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tenho mais frio hoje do que quando era pequenino e nu.&lt;br /&gt;se olhar para trás vomito.&lt;br /&gt;se olhar em frente,&lt;br /&gt;tremo de medo.&lt;br /&gt;abraço-me em vão.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8078603-111969642008279043?l=portney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078603/posts/default/111969642008279043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078603/posts/default/111969642008279043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portney.blogspot.com/2005/06/estamos-deitados-nus-e-tudo-foge-ao.html' title=''/><author><name>Guilty Pleasure</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://frieden.no.sapo.pt/fredyy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8078603.post-111906425071648888</id><published>2005-06-18T04:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-18T04:14:47.136+01:00</updated><title type='text'>In The Aeroplane Over The Sea</title><content type='html'>What a beautiful face&lt;br /&gt;I have found in this place&lt;br /&gt;That is circling all round the sun&lt;br /&gt;What a beautiful dream&lt;br /&gt;That could flash on the screen&lt;br /&gt;In a blink of an eye and be gone from me&lt;br /&gt;Soft and sweet&lt;br /&gt;Let me hold it close and keep it here with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one day we will die&lt;br /&gt;And our ashes will fly from the aeroplane over the sea&lt;br /&gt;But for now we are young&lt;br /&gt;Let us lay in the sun&lt;br /&gt;And count every beautiful thing we can see&lt;br /&gt;Love to be&lt;br /&gt;In the arms of all I'm keeping here with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a curious life we have found here tonight&lt;br /&gt;There is music that sounds from the street&lt;br /&gt;There are lights in the clouds&lt;br /&gt;Anna's ghost all around&lt;br /&gt;Hear her voice as it's rolling and ringing through me&lt;br /&gt;Soft and sweet&lt;br /&gt;How the notes all bend and reach above the trees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now how I remember you&lt;br /&gt;How I would push my fingers through&lt;br /&gt;Your mouth to make those muscles move&lt;br /&gt;That made your voice so smooth and sweet&lt;br /&gt;And now we keep where we don't know&lt;br /&gt;All secrets sleep in winter clothes&lt;br /&gt;With one you loved so long ago&lt;br /&gt;Now he don't even know his name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a beautiful face&lt;br /&gt;I have found in this place&lt;br /&gt;That is circling all round the sun&lt;br /&gt;And when we meet on a cloud&lt;br /&gt;I'll be laughing out loud&lt;br /&gt;I'll be laughing with everyone I see&lt;br /&gt;Can't believe how strange it is to be anything at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dos Neutral Milk Hotel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8078603-111906425071648888?l=portney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078603/posts/default/111906425071648888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078603/posts/default/111906425071648888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portney.blogspot.com/2005/06/in-aeroplane-over-sea.html' title='In The Aeroplane Over The Sea'/><author><name>Guilty Pleasure</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://frieden.no.sapo.pt/fredyy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8078603.post-111688702465114311</id><published>2005-05-23T23:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-23T23:23:44.656+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hoje estava a beber um pacote de leite com chocolate do mini-preço e uma miuda gira pediu-me lume. Parece-me algo contraditório.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8078603-111688702465114311?l=portney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078603/posts/default/111688702465114311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078603/posts/default/111688702465114311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portney.blogspot.com/2005/05/hoje-estava-beber-um-pacote-de-leite.html' title=''/><author><name>Guilty Pleasure</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://frieden.no.sapo.pt/fredyy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8078603.post-111581545723710592</id><published>2005-05-11T13:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-11T13:44:17.243+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>because you're empty&lt;br /&gt;and i'm empty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8078603-111581545723710592?l=portney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078603/posts/default/111581545723710592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078603/posts/default/111581545723710592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portney.blogspot.com/2005/05/because-youre-empty-and-im-empty.html' title=''/><author><name>Guilty Pleasure</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://frieden.no.sapo.pt/fredyy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8078603.post-111392979529146203</id><published>2005-04-19T17:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-19T17:56:35.293+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Aprende-se muito com as capas do 24 horas.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje, por exemplo, aprendi que a Cinha Jardim tem um sobrinho chamado Pipas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8078603-111392979529146203?l=portney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078603/posts/default/111392979529146203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078603/posts/default/111392979529146203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portney.blogspot.com/2005/04/aprende-se-muito-com-as-capas-do-24.html' title=''/><author><name>Guilty Pleasure</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://frieden.no.sapo.pt/fredyy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8078603.post-111270634842500359</id><published>2005-04-05T14:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-05T14:05:48.426+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Cars and Telephones</title><content type='html'>I read the pages about me&lt;br /&gt; In her autobiography&lt;br /&gt; They were brief and to the point&lt;br /&gt; Our flesh while you are getting dressed&lt;br /&gt; Memory that needs to be repressed&lt;br /&gt; I'll just wait until it's over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Since you've gone away&lt;br /&gt; I never know just what to say&lt;br /&gt; Since you've gone away&lt;br /&gt; I never know just what to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Cause I like cars more than telephones&lt;br /&gt; Your voice in my ear makes me feel so alone&lt;br /&gt; Tonight I'm gonna drive&lt;br /&gt; The silver moon is shining bright&lt;br /&gt; Over the interstate&lt;br /&gt; God saying hurry don't be late&lt;br /&gt; Soon the sun will rise &lt;br /&gt; That's when the romance dies&lt;br /&gt; And I'm just tired of running around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I walked &lt;br /&gt; To get the mail today&lt;br /&gt; I guess&lt;br /&gt; Your letter never came&lt;br /&gt; I'll just&lt;br /&gt; Check again tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Our flesh while you are getting dressed&lt;br /&gt; Memory that needs to be repressed&lt;br /&gt; I'll just wait without saying a word&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Since you've gone away&lt;br /&gt; I never know just what to say&lt;br /&gt; Since you've gone away&lt;br /&gt; I never know just what to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Cause I like cars more than telephones&lt;br /&gt; Your voice in my head makes me feel so alone&lt;br /&gt; Tonight I'm gonna drive&lt;br /&gt; The silver moon is shining bright&lt;br /&gt; Over the interstate&lt;br /&gt; God saying hurry don't be late&lt;br /&gt; Soon the sun will rise &lt;br /&gt; That's when the romance dies&lt;br /&gt; And I'm just tired of running around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; But fuck it I love you no less&lt;br /&gt; I'm gonna feel like shit&lt;br /&gt; By the time I get to you&lt;br /&gt; Now the sky is turning blue&lt;br /&gt; The stars they disappear&lt;br /&gt; One by one with daylight dear&lt;br /&gt; And yes you're in my head&lt;br /&gt; But that doesn't make you here&lt;br /&gt; And I've lost all my friends&lt;br /&gt; But you're the one I miss the most&lt;br /&gt; And now I'm almost there&lt;br /&gt; Yeah I'm almost to the coast&lt;br /&gt; And if I had any notion&lt;br /&gt; Of how to drive my car across the Atlantic Ocean &lt;br /&gt; I'd be fucking set&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É dos Arcade Fire. Saquem.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8078603-111270634842500359?l=portney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078603/posts/default/111270634842500359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078603/posts/default/111270634842500359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portney.blogspot.com/2005/04/cars-and-telephones_05.html' title='Cars and Telephones'/><author><name>Guilty Pleasure</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://frieden.no.sapo.pt/fredyy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8078603.post-111232473836298119</id><published>2005-04-01T04:04:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-01T04:05:38.363+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Twice the Humbling Sun</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.cdgo.com/capas/c_2781369.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old Jerusalem legisla.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8078603-111232473836298119?l=portney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078603/posts/default/111232473836298119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078603/posts/default/111232473836298119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portney.blogspot.com/2005/04/twice-humbling-sun_01.html' title='Twice the Humbling Sun'/><author><name>Guilty Pleasure</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://frieden.no.sapo.pt/fredyy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8078603.post-111222669343617413</id><published>2005-03-31T00:48:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-03-31T00:54:05.810+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Gosto de&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;umbigos,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nuvens cor-de-rosa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;raparigas a vestirem calças de ganga.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8078603-111222669343617413?l=portney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078603/posts/default/111222669343617413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078603/posts/default/111222669343617413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portney.blogspot.com/2005/03/gosto-de-umbigos-nuvens-cor-de-rosa-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Guilty Pleasure</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://frieden.no.sapo.pt/fredyy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8078603.post-111222649297176399</id><published>2005-03-31T00:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-03-31T00:48:12.973+01:00</updated><title type='text'>banging your head against expensive furniture makes you think.</title><content type='html'>Acho uma parvoice dizer-se que alguem é &lt;span id="lblDlpoDefinicao"&gt;&lt;span class="texto"&gt;&lt;span class="verbete"&gt;simpático&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Ser &lt;span id="lblDlpoDefinicao"&gt;&lt;span class="texto"&gt;&lt;span class="verbete"&gt;simpático&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; é a coisa mais &lt;a name="conteudo"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;fácil do mundo. Nem sequer é uma qualidade permanente. Posso ser simpático hoje e antipático amanhã. "Achei o Zé muito simpático." -&gt; Bullshit. "Não tenho uma opinião formada sobre o Zé e não lhe encontrei qualquer qualidade que possa realçar." -&gt; Yeah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8078603-111222649297176399?l=portney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078603/posts/default/111222649297176399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078603/posts/default/111222649297176399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portney.blogspot.com/2005/03/banging-your-head-against-expensive.html' title='banging your head against expensive furniture makes you think.'/><author><name>Guilty Pleasure</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://frieden.no.sapo.pt/fredyy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8078603.post-110681523907482948</id><published>2005-01-27T08:34:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-01-27T08:41:02.750Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bom dia,&lt;br /&gt;Era um bilhete em primeira classe para lado nenhum.&lt;br /&gt;Fique com o troco.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8078603-110681523907482948?l=portney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078603/posts/default/110681523907482948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078603/posts/default/110681523907482948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portney.blogspot.com/2005/01/bom-dia-era-um-bilhete-em-primeira.html' title=''/><author><name>Guilty Pleasure</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://frieden.no.sapo.pt/fredyy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8078603.post-110599993535115482</id><published>2005-01-17T22:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-01-17T22:12:15.353Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Vou montar um grupo de apoio para pessoas cuja mãe nunca mete a tampa na embalagem da manteiga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho de escolher um dia bom. Ás terças-feiras tenho o grupo de apoio para pessoas cujo pai nunca enrosca bem a rolha da coca-cola, e ás quintas-feiras o grupo de apoio para pessoas que perderam recentemente animais de estimação com nomes de escritores galardoados com o Prémio Nobel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8078603-110599993535115482?l=portney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078603/posts/default/110599993535115482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078603/posts/default/110599993535115482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portney.blogspot.com/2005/01/vou-montar-um-grupo-de-apoio-para.html' title=''/><author><name>Guilty Pleasure</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://frieden.no.sapo.pt/fredyy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8078603.post-110573103417811053</id><published>2005-01-14T19:28:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-01-14T19:30:34.180Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.pitchforkmedia.com/record-reviews/images/h/hayden/elk-lake-serenade.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8078603-110573103417811053?l=portney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078603/posts/default/110573103417811053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078603/posts/default/110573103417811053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portney.blogspot.com/2005/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Guilty Pleasure</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://frieden.no.sapo.pt/fredyy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8078603.post-110504988484853716</id><published>2005-01-06T22:17:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-01-06T22:18:04.850Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="PT"&gt;Vidros embaciados. Aeróbica. Pães quentinhos. Batatas. Pescadores. Frigorifico. Idiotas. “Agora, Querida”. Boxers. Velhas. Fitas. Telenovelas. Bigodes. Torradas. Banco. Lágrimas. Cheiro. Presença. Ausencia. Mãos. Céu Negro. Céu Azul. Céu da boca. Cócegas. Pernas quentinhas. Beijos que sabem a sono. Desespero. Picadas de mosquito. Camisolas de malha. &lt;/span&gt;T-Shirt. &lt;span style="" lang="PT"&gt;Faltou a luz durante a noite. Estes bifes estão duros. Deviamos ter pedido Pizza. Guardanapos de Papel. Intercomunicador. Pedimos Pizza. Medo. Ilusão. Desilusão. “Estou gorda”. Cabelos na cara. Aftas. Frio. “Estás a tremer.” Humidade. Estação deserta. Ontem choveu. Rosas boas. Rosas más. Era bom que fosse num dia de chuva. Banho quentinho. Sentados e abraçados. Dá-me a tua almofada. Abraçar com os olhos. Beijos fofinhos. Umbigo. Janelas. Estás nua.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="PT"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="PT"&gt;E nós só precisavamos de um aviãozinho de papel.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8078603-110504988484853716?l=portney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078603/posts/default/110504988484853716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078603/posts/default/110504988484853716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portney.blogspot.com/2005/01/vidros-embaciados.html' title=''/><author><name>Guilty Pleasure</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://frieden.no.sapo.pt/fredyy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8078603.post-110504862154950216</id><published>2005-01-06T21:53:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-01-06T21:57:01.550Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Devias ouvir mais música.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Devias masturbar-te.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Devias gostar mais um bocadinho de mim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ai, o mundo pesa tanto."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deixa-o cair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8078603-110504862154950216?l=portney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078603/posts/default/110504862154950216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078603/posts/default/110504862154950216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portney.blogspot.com/2005/01/devias-ouvir-mais-msica.html' title=''/><author><name>Guilty Pleasure</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://frieden.no.sapo.pt/fredyy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8078603.post-110451838819571707</id><published>2004-12-31T18:38:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-12-31T18:39:48.196Z</updated><title type='text'>A minha resolução para 2005</title><content type='html'>1024x768&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8078603-110451838819571707?l=portney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078603/posts/default/110451838819571707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078603/posts/default/110451838819571707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portney.blogspot.com/2004/12/minha-resoluo-para-2005.html' title='A minha resolução para 2005'/><author><name>Guilty Pleasure</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://frieden.no.sapo.pt/fredyy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8078603.post-110451447750261950</id><published>2004-12-31T17:34:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-01-01T14:55:08.236Z</updated><title type='text'>Albuns da Nossa Vida</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.somlivre.pt/capas/055439.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Felicidade (Quando o Telefone Toca) Vidisco, 1998&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Felicidade (Quando O Telefone Toca)&lt;br /&gt;2.Vem Bailar O Tic Tic&lt;br /&gt;3.Quero Que Sejas Minha e De Mais Ninguem&lt;br /&gt;4.Eu Sei Que Me Amas&lt;br /&gt;5.O Melhor Que Há&lt;br /&gt;6.Minha Vizinha (Deixa-Me a Bater Mal)&lt;br /&gt;7.S. João É Folião&lt;br /&gt;8.Só Quero O Teu Carinho&lt;br /&gt;9.Tudo Farei Para Ter A Tua Paixão&lt;br /&gt;10.Serás Sempre Minha&lt;br /&gt;11.Vem Bailar O Tic Tic (Versão Dance)&lt;br /&gt;12.Mix&lt;br /&gt; Vem Bailar O Tic Tic&lt;br /&gt; S. João É Folião&lt;br /&gt; Só Quero O Teu Carinho&lt;br /&gt; Minha Vizinha (Deixa-Me a Bater Mal)&lt;br /&gt; O Melhor Que Há&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ao estrondoso exito da dobradinha «Rapaziada Vamos Dançar»/ «Pimba Pimba» (1994/1995) seguiram-se dois albums que desiludiram bastante a critica mundial. «Toma Toma Minha Linda» (1996) carregava sobre si o enorme peso de superar o seu antecessor, e não conseguiu sobreviver ás expectativas. Emanuel tentou então uma mudança de rumo e apresentou em «Vamos a Eles» (1997) o que viria a ser rotulado pela critica como "Pós-Pimba". Mas não convenceu. Vai dai, Emanuel entra num espiral depressivo que leva a uma tentativa de suicidio no inverno de 97, fechado na casa de banho de uns Tios durante um jantar familiar. Depois de 2 meses em coma, Emanuel acorda. Fecha-se na garagem dos sogros e compõe na sua totalidade o proximo album. «Felicidade (Quando o Telefone Toca)» apresenta um conjunto de temas fantastico, coeso, mostra ao mundo um Emanuel ainda criativo, ainda capaz de percorrer caminhos nunca antes desbravados. No meio de tanto génio destacam-se :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Felicidade (Quando o Telefone Toca) - &lt;/span&gt;O tema-titulo do album mostra-nos um Emanuel mais maduro, mais seguro de si, melodicamente irrepreensivel, impressionantemente romantico, numa homenagem sentida ao programa televisivo «Roda dos Milhões».&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quero Que Sejas Minha e De Mais Ninguem - &lt;/span&gt;A canção de amor possessivo que Sting falhou em &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Every Breath You Take, &lt;/span&gt;consegue-a aqui Emanuel, expondo os seus sentimentos como mais ninguem o sabe fazer.Ninguem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Minha Vizinha (Deixa-me a Bater Mal) - &lt;/span&gt;"Américo", como lhe chamam carinhosamente os amigos, liberta aqui todos os seus fantasmas interiores, ao contar ao mundo a historia da vizinha septuagenária que o violava todas as segundas-feiras depois do lanche.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;S. João É Folião &lt;/span&gt;foi o tema mais polémico do album, por recorrer a um imaginario em que São João frequentava bares de alterne e casas especiais para pessoas que tem fetiches com unhas dos pés.O vaticano nunca perdoou a Emanuel, e retirou-lhe a benção. Como acto de rebeldia, Emanuel bebe todos os dias ao acordar uma garrafa de meio litro de àgua benta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De destacar ainda a faixa 12, um Mix de alguns dos temas mais dançáveis do album.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rating : 9/10. Um clássico.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8078603-110451447750261950?l=portney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078603/posts/default/110451447750261950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078603/posts/default/110451447750261950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portney.blogspot.com/2004/12/albuns-da-nossa-vida_31.html' title='Albuns da Nossa Vida'/><author><name>Guilty Pleasure</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://frieden.no.sapo.pt/fredyy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8078603.post-110449129475199293</id><published>2004-12-31T11:07:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-12-31T11:20:53.426Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="PT"&gt;Ela passava o tempo todo fechada no quarto. Ouvia baixinho música triste. Não dormia. De vez em quando, espreitava pela pequena janela que alguem um dia lhe oferecera. Mas era muito sensivel, e a luz magoava-a. Mantinha as luzes apagadas. Não tropeçava na mobilia, porque não tinha mobilia. Só uma cama. Deitava-se na cama, e chorava. Depois levantava-se. Andava pelo quarto. Procurava algo. Sorria. Deitava-se na cama, e chorava outra vez. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="PT"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="PT"&gt;Um dia começou a ter medo do escuro. Abriu a porta do quarto, e esperou sentada na cama, a ouvir baixinho música triste. Alguém entrou. Ela abraçou-o. Passou a recebê-lo no seu quarto, uma vez por semana. A musica dele era tambem triste, mas mais esquisita. “Engraçada”, dizia ela. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="PT"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="PT"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="PT"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8078603-110449129475199293?l=portney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078603/posts/default/110449129475199293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078603/posts/default/110449129475199293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portney.blogspot.com/2004/12/ela-passava-o-tempo-todo-fechada-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Guilty Pleasure</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://frieden.no.sapo.pt/fredyy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8078603.post-110367665200055829</id><published>2004-12-22T01:49:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-12-22T00:51:35.016Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="PT"&gt;Estou aborrecido.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="PT"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="PT"&gt;Tenho sono e não queria ter.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="PT"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="PT"&gt;Não me apetece dormir.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="PT"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="PT"&gt;Tenho um pijama azul.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="PT"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="PT"&gt;Toda a gente tem pijamas azuis.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="PT"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="PT"&gt;Acho o mundo grande demais.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="PT"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="PT"&gt;Há coisas a mais.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="PT"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="PT"&gt;Eu tenho medo.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="PT"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="PT"&gt;Medo de me perder no meio de letras e sons.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="PT"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="PT"&gt;E de não saber voltar para casa, ou não ter mais casa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Tenho saudades dos teus braços magrinhos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="PT"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="PT"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8078603-110367665200055829?l=portney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078603/posts/default/110367665200055829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078603/posts/default/110367665200055829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portney.blogspot.com/2004/12/estou-aborrecido.html' title=''/><author><name>Guilty Pleasure</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://frieden.no.sapo.pt/fredyy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8078603.post-110358894856605736</id><published>2004-12-21T01:28:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-12-21T00:29:08.566Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="PT"&gt;Não sei o que isto é. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="PT"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="PT"&gt;Ela não me abre a porta.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="PT"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="PT"&gt;Tenho sede.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="PT"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="PT"&gt;A velha ofereceu-me uma sopa.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="PT"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="PT"&gt;Dei-lhe uma moedinha.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="PT"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="PT"&gt;Dormi descansado.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="PT"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="PT"&gt;Acordei feliz.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="PT"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="PT"&gt;Estranhei.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="PT"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8078603-110358894856605736?l=portney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078603/posts/default/110358894856605736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078603/posts/default/110358894856605736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portney.blogspot.com/2004/12/no-sei-o-que-isto.html' title=''/><author><name>Guilty Pleasure</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://frieden.no.sapo.pt/fredyy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8078603.post-110328610979004947</id><published>2004-12-17T13:20:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-04-06T20:15:22.800+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Odeio comboios.&lt;br /&gt;Onde quer que me levem, passam sempre por ti.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8078603-110328610979004947?l=portney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078603/posts/default/110328610979004947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078603/posts/default/110328610979004947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portney.blogspot.com/2004/12/odeio-comboios.html' title=''/><author><name>Guilty Pleasure</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://frieden.no.sapo.pt/fredyy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8078603.post-110277457013583157</id><published>2004-12-11T14:08:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-12-11T14:16:10.136Z</updated><title type='text'>Bobbi preso por tráfico de influencias</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://superblog.no.sapo.pt/bobbi.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bobbi, o famoso cão de Tony Soprano (a.k.a Dr.Jorge Nuno Pinto da Costa), foi ontem detido pela PJ por urinar num poste. Uma investigação mais profunda ás actividades do animal revelou uma ligação estreita ao escandalo Apito Dourado. Segundo a agencia Lusa, a PJ estará tambem na pista de Tareco, fiel companheiro de Bobbi, que ao que tudo indica terá fugido para Espanha, onde gere uma casa de putas nos arredores de Madrid. Neste momento, Milhares de adeptos do Futebol Clube do Porto estão concentrados em frente ás instalações da PJ em Gondomar e exigem a libertação do Bicho. Correm rumores de que cerca de uma duzia de membros da claque dos Super Dragões estarão a concentrar as suas glandulas salivares com o intuito de criar uma gigantesca bola de cuspo com a qual planeiam atacar os agentes da autoridade.&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/8078603-110277457013583157?l=portney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078603/posts/default/110277457013583157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078603/posts/default/110277457013583157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portney.blogspot.com/2004/12/bobbi-preso-por-trfico-de-influencias.html' title='Bobbi preso por tráfico de influencias'/><author><name>Guilty Pleasure</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://frieden.no.sapo.pt/fredyy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8078603.post-110259348101810491</id><published>2004-12-09T11:49:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-12-09T11:58:01.016Z</updated><title type='text'>Filmem-me de Perfil, que fico mais ou menos giro.</title><content type='html'>Hoje encontrei-me sentado num comboio, do lado da janela, a pensar. Reparei em como é cinematográfico. Depois pensei em como tudo o pode ser, se quisermos. Quis ser realizador. Ou pelo menos escrever um guião. Mas depois achei melhor fazer as duas coisas. Fantasiei sobre cenas de Sol e Árvores, e comboios a chegar. Imaginei a musica. Descobri o mal do cinema português. A musica. Os Delfins. Coisas parecidas.&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/8078603-110259348101810491?l=portney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078603/posts/default/110259348101810491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078603/posts/default/110259348101810491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portney.blogspot.com/2004/12/filmem-me-de-perfil-que-fico-mais-ou.html' title='Filmem-me de Perfil, que fico mais ou menos giro.'/><author><name>Guilty Pleasure</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://frieden.no.sapo.pt/fredyy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8078603.post-110252957815305130</id><published>2004-12-08T18:06:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-12-08T18:12:58.153Z</updated><title type='text'>Novas Tecnologias</title><content type='html'>Hoje comprei um teclado novo.Tem umas teclas especiais em cima, com atalhos.São bastante uteis, em alguns casos.Mas falta alguma coisa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My Computer"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Media"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Favorites"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"E-Mail"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E "Porn", não?&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/8078603-110252957815305130?l=portney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078603/posts/default/110252957815305130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078603/posts/default/110252957815305130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portney.blogspot.com/2004/12/novas-tecnologias.html' title='Novas Tecnologias'/><author><name>Guilty Pleasure</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://frieden.no.sapo.pt/fredyy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8078603.post-110193717955525495</id><published>2004-12-01T21:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-12-01T21:43:58.986Z</updated><title type='text'>De volta ás piadas parvas, Miguel?</title><content type='html'>Quem é o musico mais paciente do mundo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tom Waits.&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/8078603-110193717955525495?l=portney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078603/posts/default/110193717955525495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078603/posts/default/110193717955525495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portney.blogspot.com/2004/12/de-volta-s-piadas-parvas-miguel.html' title='De volta ás piadas parvas, Miguel?'/><author><name>Guilty Pleasure</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://frieden.no.sapo.pt/fredyy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8078603.post-110145776198799839</id><published>2004-11-26T09:24:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-11-26T08:29:21.986Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ela corria descalça pelas ruas, com um sorriso indefinido no rosto pálido.Eu não sabia onde estava.Com os olhos fechados, sentia apenas uma leve brisa, que me soava tão triste e derradeira. Depois senti mais. Ouvi a estrondosa beleza das folhas que caiam. Senti a lentidão dos velhos, no banco de jardim. Senti-a passar por mim, a correr. Senti-me esbofeteado pelo seu sorriso.Deixei-me cair.Morri ali.&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/8078603-110145776198799839?l=portney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078603/posts/default/110145776198799839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078603/posts/default/110145776198799839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portney.blogspot.com/2004/11/ela-corria-descala-pelas-ruas-com-um.html' title=''/><author><name>Guilty Pleasure</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://frieden.no.sapo.pt/fredyy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8078603.post-109820803809938755</id><published>2004-10-19T18:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-10-19T18:47:18.100+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflexões de Um Gajo de Avental</title><content type='html'>Reparei hoje num detergente para a louça (um bem merdoso,por sinal) chamado Sunlight.Tipo...Nunca tinha pensado nisso.A luz do sol lava pratos?Deve ser por isso que os meus vizinhos tem o quintal cheio de louça.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8078603-109820803809938755?l=portney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078603/posts/default/109820803809938755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078603/posts/default/109820803809938755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portney.blogspot.com/2004/10/reflexes-de-um-gajo-de-avental.html' title='Reflexões de Um Gajo de Avental'/><author><name>Guilty Pleasure</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://frieden.no.sapo.pt/fredyy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8078603.post-109804265422490367</id><published>2004-10-17T21:47:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-10-17T20:50:54.226+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Hum...Um novo produto de limpeza *zip* AHHHHHHHHH!</title><content type='html'>Nos ultimos tempos reparei que a unica publicidade que se ve nas casas de banho publicas,é publicidade a empresas especializadas em...publicidade nas casas de banho.Acho que isto diz alguma coisa sobre a eficacia da publicidade nas casas de banho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8078603-109804265422490367?l=portney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078603/posts/default/109804265422490367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078603/posts/default/109804265422490367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portney.blogspot.com/2004/10/humum-novo-produto-de-limpeza-zip.html' title='Hum...Um novo produto de limpeza *zip* AHHHHHHHHH!'/><author><name>Guilty Pleasure</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://frieden.no.sapo.pt/fredyy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8078603.post-109698845535224754</id><published>2004-10-05T15:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-10-06T20:15:54.790+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Nua, Segurando um fósforo apagado</title><content type='html'>...e fizeste-me sorrir,assim....&lt;br /&gt;a arder,atado a um tronco.&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/8078603-109698845535224754?l=portney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078603/posts/default/109698845535224754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078603/posts/default/109698845535224754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portney.blogspot.com/2004/10/nua-segurando-um-fsforo-apagado.html' title='Nua, Segurando um fósforo apagado'/><author><name>Guilty Pleasure</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://frieden.no.sapo.pt/fredyy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8078603.post-109637264069228427</id><published>2004-09-28T12:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-09-28T22:47:39.810+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O avental azul faz-te mais sexy</title><content type='html'>Eu trouxe o génio de volta ao descascamento de batatas.Eu sou uma figura de proa do circuito mundial de descascamento de batatas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A minha mãe diz que não.Diz que fica mais batata na casca do que a que vai para a fritadeira.Tadinha.Está ché ché. (NdR : Isto não é uma referencia comunista).Mas pronto,18 anos a aturar-me não podia dar em grande coisa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- Mas olha lá,eu não tenho nenhum avental azul...&lt;br /&gt;- Exacto...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8078603-109637264069228427?l=portney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078603/posts/default/109637264069228427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078603/posts/default/109637264069228427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portney.blogspot.com/2004/09/o-avental-azul-faz-te-mais-sexy.html' title='O avental azul faz-te mais sexy'/><author><name>Guilty Pleasure</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://frieden.no.sapo.pt/fredyy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8078603.post-109495327979759680</id><published>2004-09-12T02:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-09-12T02:41:19.796+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sinto-me Velho</title><content type='html'>As caixas de cereais já me tratam por "você".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8078603-109495327979759680?l=portney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078603/posts/default/109495327979759680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078603/posts/default/109495327979759680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portney.blogspot.com/2004/09/sinto-me-velho_11.html' title='Sinto-me Velho'/><author><name>Guilty Pleasure</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://frieden.no.sapo.pt/fredyy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8078603.post-109397584831717572</id><published>2004-08-31T19:08:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-08-31T21:00:19.220+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A Idade dos Porquês</title><content type='html'>"Mãe,porque é que sempre que vamos à mercearia do Basilio temos que ouvir os Diapasão?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8078603-109397584831717572?l=portney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078603/posts/default/109397584831717572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078603/posts/default/109397584831717572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portney.blogspot.com/2004/08/idade-dos-porqus.html' title='A Idade dos Porquês'/><author><name>Guilty Pleasure</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://frieden.no.sapo.pt/fredyy.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8078603.post-109372182253360162</id><published>2004-08-28T20:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-08-28T20:37:02.533+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Olá</title><content type='html'>Antes de mais nada,convem referir que este blog é para mim uma especie de continuação do meu primeiro blog, &lt;a href="http://wieayb.blogspot.com/"&gt;Where I End And You Begin&lt;/a&gt;.Uma evolução,ou talvez apenas uma mudança.Uma mudança para um sitio onde me sinta mais confortável.Portanto,se ainda não me conhecem,consultem os &lt;a href="http://wieayb.blogspot.com/"&gt;Arquivos&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dito isto, espero poder postar mais frequentemente do que nos ultimos tempos do blog anterior.Se gostarem visitem-me.Se não gostarem,visitem-me tambem,até porque dá sempre um ar um bocado doentio,que fica sempre bem quando não se gosta de alguem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dito isto,não percam o próximo post,porque eu tambem não.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8078603-109372182253360162?l=portney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078603/posts/default/109372182253360162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8078603/posts/default/109372182253360162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portney.blogspot.com/2004/08/ol.html' title='Olá'/><author><name>Guilty 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