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Soul Sacrifice (Woodstock 1969)</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XnamP4-M9ko&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XnamP4-M9ko&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226069345048389000-8242019193236885833?l=theperfectinstinct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theperfectinstinct.blogspot.com/feeds/8242019193236885833/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226069345048389000&amp;postID=8242019193236885833&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226069345048389000/posts/default/8242019193236885833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226069345048389000/posts/default/8242019193236885833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theperfectinstinct.blogspot.com/2008/09/santana-soul-sacrifice-woodstock-1969.html' title='Santana - Soul Sacrifice (Woodstock 1969)'/><author><name>Instinct</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04731910243244037724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226069345048389000.post-9043167541014258187</id><published>2008-09-04T11:43:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T11:43:31.068+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Excelente...</title><content type='html'>Depois de algum tempo aprendes a diferença, a subtil diferença, entre dar a mão e acorrentar uma alma.&lt;br /&gt;E aprendes que amar não significa apoiar-se e que companhia nem sempre significa segurança.&lt;br /&gt;E começas a aprender que beijos não são contratos e presentes não são promessas.&lt;br /&gt;E começas a aceitar as tuas derrotas com a cabeça erguida e olhos adiante, com a graça de um adulto e não com a tristeza de uma criança.&lt;br /&gt;E aprendes a construir todas as tuas estradas no hoje, porque o terreno do amanhã é incerto demais para planos, e o futuro tem o costume de cair em vão.&lt;br /&gt;Depois de um tempo aprendes que o sol queima se ficares exposto por muito tempo.&lt;br /&gt;E aprendes que não importa o quanto te importas, algumas pessoas simplesmente não se importam... &lt;br /&gt;E aceita que não importa o quão boa seja uma pessoa, ela vai ferir-te de vez em quando e precisas perdoá-la por isso.&lt;br /&gt;Aprendes que falar pode aliviar dores emocionais.&lt;br /&gt;Descobres que leva anos para se construir confiança e apenas segundos para destruí-la, e que podes fazer coisas num instante, das quais te arrependerás pelo resto da vida.&lt;br /&gt;Aprendes que verdadeiras amizades continuam a crescer mesmo a longas distâncias.&lt;br /&gt;E o que importa não é o que tu tens na vida, mas quem tens na vida.&lt;br /&gt;E que bons amigos são a família que nos permitiram escolher. &lt;br /&gt;Aprende que não temos de mudar de amigos se compreendermos que os amigos mudam, percebes que o teu melhor amigo e tu podem fazer qualquer coisa, ou nada, e ter bons momentos juntos.&lt;br /&gt;Descobres que as pessoas com quem mais te importas na vida são tiradas de ti muito depressa; por isso, devemos sempre deixar as pessoas que amamos com palavras amorosas; pode ser a última vez que as vemos.&lt;br /&gt;Aprendes que as circunstâncias e os ambientes têm influência sobre nós, mas nós somos responsáveis por nós mesmos.&lt;br /&gt;Aprende que não te deves comparar com os outros mas com o melhor que podes ser.&lt;br /&gt;Descobres que levarás muito tempo para te tornares na pessoa que queres ser e que o tempo é curto. &lt;br /&gt;Aprendes que não importa onde já chegaste mas para onde vais, qualquer lugar serve.&lt;br /&gt;Aprendes que, ou controlas os teus actos ou eles te controlarão, e que ser flexível não significa ser fraco ou não ter personalidade, pois não importa quão delicada e frágil seja uma situação, existem sempre dois lados.&lt;br /&gt;Aprendes que heróis são pessoas que fizeram o que era necessário fazer, enfrentando as consequências.&lt;br /&gt;Aprendes que paciência requer muita prática.&lt;br /&gt;Descobres que algumas vezes a pessoa que esperas que te pise quando cais, é uma das poucas que te ajudam a levantar.&lt;br /&gt;Aprendes que maturidade tem mais a ver com os tipos de experiência que tiveste e o que aprendeste com elas, do que com quantos aniversários celebraste.&lt;br /&gt;Aprendes que há mais dos teus pais em ti do que sopunhas.&lt;br /&gt;Aprendes que nunca se deve dizer a uma criança que sonhos são disparates, poucas coisas são tão humilhantes e seria uma tragédia se ela acreditasse nisso.&lt;br /&gt;Aprendes que quando estás com raiva tens o direito de estar com raiva, mas isso não te dá o direito de seres cruel.&lt;br /&gt;Descobres que só porque algúem não te ama da forma que querias que amasse, não significa que esse alguém não te ame com tudo o que pode, pois existem pessoas que nos amam, mas simplesmente não sabem como demonstrar e viver isso.&lt;br /&gt;Aprendes que nem sempre é suficiente ser perdoado por alguém, algumas vezes tens que aprender a perdoar-te a ti mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;Aprendes que com a mesma severidade com que julgas, serás em algum momento condenado. &lt;br /&gt;Aprendes que não importa em quantos pedaços o teu coração foi partido, o mundo não pára para que o consertes.&lt;br /&gt;Aprendes que o tempo não volta atrás.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Portanto, planta o teu jardim e decora a tua alma, ao invés de esperares que alguém te traga flores... E aprendes que realmente podes suportar... que realmente és forte, e que podes ir muito mais longe depois de pensar que não se pode mais.&lt;br /&gt;E que realmente a vida tem valor, e que tu tens valor diante da vida!&lt;br /&gt;As nossas dúvidas são traidoras e só nos fazem perder o bem que poderíamos conquistar, o medo de tentar! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W. 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UwBvmVoFea8/SEmDpGD2AgI/AAAAAAAAAEU/yOqZI6QFS30/s72-c/06062008282-002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226069345048389000.post-1877195170486733346</id><published>2008-06-06T19:26:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T19:29:21.860+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Lisbela e o Prisioneiro</title><content type='html'>Muito bom filme...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6jpXaZhezIo&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6jpXaZhezIo&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não vejo mais você faz tanto tempo&lt;br /&gt;Que vontade que eu sinto&lt;br /&gt;De olhar em seus olhos, ganhar seus abraços&lt;br /&gt;É verdade, eu não minto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E nesse desespero em que me vejo&lt;br /&gt;Já cheguei a tal ponto&lt;br /&gt;De me trocar diversas vezes por você&lt;br /&gt;Só pra ver se te encontro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você bem que podia perdoar&lt;br /&gt;E só mais uma vez me aceitar&lt;br /&gt;Prometo agora vou fazer por onde nunca mais perdê-la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora, que faço eu da vida sem você?&lt;br /&gt;Você não me ensinou a te esquecer&lt;br /&gt;Você só me ensinou a te querer&lt;br /&gt;E te querendo eu vou tentando te encontrar&lt;br /&gt;Vou me perdendo&lt;br /&gt;Buscando em outros braços seus abraços&lt;br /&gt;Perdido no vazio de outros passos&lt;br /&gt;Do abismo em que você se retirou&lt;br /&gt;E me atirou e me deixou aqui sozinho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora, que faço eu da vida sem você?&lt;br /&gt;Você não me ensinou a te esquecer&lt;br /&gt;Você só me ensinou a te querer&lt;br /&gt;e te querendo eu vou tentando me encontrar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E nesse desepero em que me vejo&lt;br /&gt;já cheguei a tal ponto&lt;br /&gt;de me trocar diversas vezes por você&lt;br /&gt;só pra ver se te encontro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você bem que podia perdoar&lt;br /&gt;E só mais uma vez me aceitar&lt;br /&gt;Prometo agora vou fazer por onde nunca mais perdê-la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora, que faço eu da vida sem você?&lt;br /&gt;Você não me ensinou a te esquecer&lt;br /&gt;Você só me ensinou a te querer&lt;br /&gt;E te querendo eu vou tentando te encontrar&lt;br /&gt;Vou me perdendo&lt;br /&gt;Buscando em outros braços seus abraços&lt;br /&gt;Perdido no vazio de outros passos&lt;br /&gt;Do abismo em que você se retirou&lt;br /&gt;E me atirou e me deixou aqui sozinho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora, que faço eu da vida sem você?&lt;br /&gt;Você não me ensinou a te esquecer&lt;br /&gt;Você só me ensinou a te querer&lt;br /&gt;e te querendo eu vou tentando te encontrar&lt;br /&gt;Vou me perdendo&lt;br /&gt;Buscando em outros braços seus abraços&lt;br /&gt;Perdido no vazio de outros passos&lt;br /&gt;Do abismo em que você se retirou&lt;br /&gt;E me atirou e me deixou aqui sozinho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora, que faço eu da vida sem você?&lt;br /&gt;Você não me ensinou a te esquecer&lt;br /&gt;Você só me ensinou a te querer&lt;br /&gt;E te querendo eu vou tentando me encontrar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226069345048389000-1877195170486733346?l=theperfectinstinct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theperfectinstinct.blogspot.com/feeds/1877195170486733346/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226069345048389000&amp;postID=1877195170486733346&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226069345048389000/posts/default/1877195170486733346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226069345048389000/posts/default/1877195170486733346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theperfectinstinct.blogspot.com/2008/06/lisbela-e-o-prisioneiro.html' title='Lisbela e o Prisioneiro'/><author><name>Instinct</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04731910243244037724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226069345048389000.post-8582040007637431226</id><published>2008-06-03T02:18:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T02:26:26.778+01:00</updated><title type='text'>People</title><content type='html'>Pq é que as pessoas são falsas?...ok...compreendo ou consigo perceber que as pessoas tenham necessidade de omitir...ou mentir! ainda que n seja agradável ou correcto...pelo menos têm um motivo! mas pq raio é que as pessoas sorriem na cara...dão palmadinhas nas costas...e depois assim que a pessoa em causa se vai embora...facadas! e das más mm!&lt;br /&gt;Ok...não sou santo! não sou! minto...omito! como qualquer pessoa (não tenho orgulho nisso)...acho que faz parte da natureza humana ainda que não o queiramos aceitar! agora...sorrir para uma pessoa para ganhar a sua confiança, falar com ela como se de um amigo se tratasse...e depois gozar c ela assim q se vai embora..."mantém os teus amigos perto, mas os teus inimigos ainda mais!"....ou ainda "enquanto tiveres a abraçar o teu inimigo ele não te consegue esfaquear porque tem os braços presos!"...não penso que tenha inimigos, mas não me "ponho a jeito" desses amigalhaços da vida.&lt;br /&gt;Tenho poucos amigos...mas os poucos q tenho confio neles a 100%! mais vales poucos e bons....&lt;div 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title='People'/><author><name>Instinct</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04731910243244037724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226069345048389000.post-8735142609803552269</id><published>2008-06-03T01:56:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T02:28:48.434+01:00</updated><title type='text'>To someone very special....</title><content type='html'>Comecei pelo texto porque não sei que titulo dar...vai passando o tempo e eu vejo que este não é o sitio ideal para estar nesta altura=(! penso demasiado em ti....e infelizmente não penso como costumo pensar! costumo pensar o melhor que há em ti, a pessoa que és ....e a felicidade que me trazes! ao contrario do normal, eu aqui só penso nos "ses"...e não tem a ver com o timming...tem mesmo a ver com o facto de eu não conseguir não pensar: "e se isto tudo fosse à um ano atrás?!"....é estupido...não tem razão de ser! isto só faz/fez sentido a partir do momento em que dois querem! mas a verdade é que isso me deixa a pensar! e não sou capaz de passar a porcaria de um momento sem pensar nisso ou a pensar de alguma forma em ti! até da "cobertura" já me lembrei...! viver na terra dos "ses" não é saudável...não vale a pena...é um exercicio que não traz nada de novo e não ajuda em nada! mas a verdade é que eu não sou capaz de deixar de pensar em ti qdo estou cá...não sou capaz de não me lembrar de coisas que gostei e outras que me magoam hoje mais do que magoaram noutra altura, ainda que não tenhas a culpa!&lt;br /&gt;A ajudar...não conseguimos comunicar...parece que há sempre um mal entendido...uma frase a mais ou mal entendida =(!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226069345048389000-8735142609803552269?l=theperfectinstinct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theperfectinstinct.blogspot.com/feeds/8735142609803552269/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226069345048389000&amp;postID=8735142609803552269&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226069345048389000/posts/default/8735142609803552269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226069345048389000/posts/default/8735142609803552269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theperfectinstinct.blogspot.com/2008/06/to-someone-very-special.html' title='To someone very special....'/><author><name>Instinct</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04731910243244037724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226069345048389000.post-3809726326706776890</id><published>2008-06-03T01:51:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T02:27:24.132+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Frases que definem uma pessoa...</title><content type='html'>Há aquelas frases que uma pessoa associa logo...e assim que são proferidas pensas: "é mesmo isso!"...foi este o caso...um colega q eu estimo (dos poucos que ainda por cá andam...) disse para alguém: "fodasse...também deves de pensar que és mais esperto que os outros e que o resto é tudo uma cambada de burros!"...dito isto...olhei para ele....sorri para dentro e pensei: "Nem mais...disseste tudo!".&lt;div 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pessoa...'/><author><name>Instinct</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04731910243244037724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226069345048389000.post-5037881574235498331</id><published>2008-06-01T11:46:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T11:56:17.082+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Não conhecia a Sra...mas tem sido um prazer!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fJa-KazVMYU&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fJa-KazVMYU&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object 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src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0fAxm7zLsqU&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226069345048389000-5037881574235498331?l=theperfectinstinct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theperfectinstinct.blogspot.com/feeds/5037881574235498331/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226069345048389000&amp;postID=5037881574235498331&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226069345048389000/posts/default/5037881574235498331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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discussão...uma má noticia! coincidência?! acho que vou deixar de ouvir...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kJB02JWp5Oo&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kJB02JWp5Oo&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226069345048389000-3978455070061112592?l=theperfectinstinct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theperfectinstinct.blogspot.com/feeds/3978455070061112592/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226069345048389000&amp;postID=3978455070061112592&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226069345048389000/posts/default/3978455070061112592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226069345048389000/posts/default/3978455070061112592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theperfectinstinct.blogspot.com/2008/05/impressionante.html' title='Impressionante...'/><author><name>Instinct</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04731910243244037724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226069345048389000.post-5630187800266558216</id><published>2008-05-25T22:49:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T22:49:50.605+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Bom...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eHuebHTD-lY&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eHuebHTD-lY&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226069345048389000-5630187800266558216?l=theperfectinstinct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theperfectinstinct.blogspot.com/feeds/5630187800266558216/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226069345048389000&amp;postID=5630187800266558216&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226069345048389000/posts/default/5630187800266558216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226069345048389000/posts/default/5630187800266558216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theperfectinstinct.blogspot.com/2008/05/bom_25.html' title='Bom...'/><author><name>Instinct</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04731910243244037724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226069345048389000.post-2903161176427949825</id><published>2008-05-22T11:51:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T12:23:56.285+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Inbox - Short Message Sistem...gracias =)</title><content type='html'>"Diz-se q n deves de voltar aos sitios onde foste feliz...O q tu achas?!Se te fosse dada a oportunidade?Voltarias?A felicidade n é uma constante e o q temos é fugaz e alimenta-se do dia a dia...Sera q memoria do q tive me faria hoje feliz?N sei!Mas é bom ter algo em q pensar q me  traria uma felicidade...Nem q seja por uma breve ilusao, o q tive valeu a pena!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226069345048389000-2903161176427949825?l=theperfectinstinct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226069345048389000.post-7441343153063669986</id><published>2008-05-21T14:19:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T20:48:12.621+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A minha próxima vida...by Woody Allen</title><content type='html'>Na minha próxima vida quero vivê-la de trás para a frente. Começar morto para despachar logo esse assunto. Depois acordar num lar de idosos e sentir-me melhor a cada dia que passa. Ser expulso porque estou demasiado saudável, ir receber a pensão e começar a trabalhar, receber logo um relógio de ouro no primeiro dia. Trabalhar 40 anos até ser novo o suficiente para gozar a reforma. Divertir-me, embebedar-me e ser de uma forma geral promíscuo, e depois estar pronto para o liceu. Em seguida a primária, fica-se criança e brinca-se. Não temos responsabilidades e ficamos um bébé até nascermos. Por fim, passamos 9 meses a flutuar num spa de luxo com aquecimento central, serviço de quartos à descrição e um quarto maior de dia para dia e depois Voilá! Acaba como um orgasmo! I rest my case.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226069345048389000-7441343153063669986?l=theperfectinstinct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theperfectinstinct.blogspot.com/feeds/7441343153063669986/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226069345048389000&amp;postID=7441343153063669986&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226069345048389000/posts/default/7441343153063669986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226069345048389000/posts/default/7441343153063669986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theperfectinstinct.blogspot.com/2008/05/minha-prxima-vidaby-wody-allen.html' title='A minha próxima vida...by Woody Allen'/><author><name>Instinct</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04731910243244037724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226069345048389000.post-3906539595172228255</id><published>2008-05-05T20:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T20:18:11.098+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O Perigo da Hesitação Prolongada</title><content type='html'>Toda a gente há-de ter notado o gosto que têm os gatos de parar e andar a passear entre os dois batentes de uma porta entreaberta. Quem há aí que não tenha dito a algum gato: «Vamos! Entras ou não entras?» Do mesmo modo, há homens que num incidente entreaberto diante deles, têm tendência para ficar indecisos entre duas resoluções, com o risco de serem esmagados, se o destino fecha repentinamente a aventura. Os prudentes em demasia, apesar de gatos ou porque são gatos, correm algumas vezes maior perigo do que os audaciosos. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Victor Hugo, in 'Os Miseráveis'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226069345048389000-3906539595172228255?l=theperfectinstinct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theperfectinstinct.blogspot.com/feeds/3906539595172228255/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226069345048389000&amp;postID=3906539595172228255&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226069345048389000/posts/default/3906539595172228255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226069345048389000/posts/default/3906539595172228255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theperfectinstinct.blogspot.com/2008/05/o-perigo-da-hesitao-prolongada.html' title='O Perigo da Hesitação Prolongada'/><author><name>Instinct</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04731910243244037724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226069345048389000.post-1027106927973092772</id><published>2008-05-05T20:12:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T20:14:12.965+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Look for the best and plan for WORST…</title><content type='html'>Há coisas que conseguimos planear, e outras, como é óbvio, que nem por isso! Dentro das que conseguimos planear, o ideal é estar sempre preparado para enfrentar o pior…o problema é quando nos deparamos com situações que vemos como únicas, como perfeitas para aquilo que queremos! Na nossa cabeça apenas aquela oportunidade faz sentido…timming certo…aquilo q queríamos mesmo! Nessa altura é complicado pensar ou tentar planear qualquer outro cenário senão aquele que se apresenta. Se acontecer a desilusão fazemos o que de melhor fazem os Tugas improvisamos! Ao longe, depois de tudo ter passado, vamos pensar: “era o melhor…mas não deu!” ou ainda, para os saudosistas/derrotados (palavra muito forte) “ah…se eu tivesse ido por ali hoje seria tudo diferente!”.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226069345048389000-1027106927973092772?l=theperfectinstinct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theperfectinstinct.blogspot.com/feeds/1027106927973092772/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226069345048389000&amp;postID=1027106927973092772&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226069345048389000/posts/default/1027106927973092772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226069345048389000.post-8639903372216742835</id><published>2008-03-27T18:08:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-03-27T18:13:56.363Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Behind all of your tears&lt;br /&gt;There's a smile&lt;br /&gt;There's a smile&lt;br /&gt;Behind all of the rain&lt;br /&gt;There's a sunshine&lt;br /&gt;For miles and miles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh everything, everything&lt;br /&gt;You mean everything&lt;br /&gt;You mean everything&lt;br /&gt;Everything to me&lt;br /&gt;Everything to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The colors of your garden&lt;br /&gt;They're yellow, blue, and green&lt;br /&gt;And the sound of your &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sweet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; voice&lt;br /&gt;It's better than all my dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh everything, everything&lt;br /&gt;You mean everything&lt;br /&gt;You mean everything&lt;br /&gt;Everything to me&lt;br /&gt;Everything to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You're my first thought in the morning&lt;br /&gt;When I rise&lt;br /&gt;Oh when I rise&lt;br /&gt;And you're my last thought in the evening&lt;br /&gt;When I rest my head all night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh now everything, everything&lt;br /&gt;You mean everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;You mean everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everything to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Everything to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh everything, everything&lt;br /&gt;You mean everything&lt;br /&gt;You mean everything&lt;br /&gt;Everything to me&lt;br /&gt;Everything to me&lt;br /&gt;Everything to me&lt;br /&gt;Everything to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226069345048389000-8639903372216742835?l=theperfectinstinct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theperfectinstinct.blogspot.com/feeds/8639903372216742835/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226069345048389000&amp;postID=8639903372216742835&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226069345048389000/posts/default/8639903372216742835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226069345048389000/posts/default/8639903372216742835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theperfectinstinct.blogspot.com/2008/03/behind-all-of-your-tears-theres-smile.html' title=''/><author><name>Instinct</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04731910243244037724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226069345048389000.post-1732748652585688620</id><published>2008-03-07T10:02:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-03-07T10:03:56.159Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UwBvmVoFea8/R9ES_xqUIpI/AAAAAAAAACs/8mPlsvpjPWU/s1600-h/closed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UwBvmVoFea8/R9ES_xqUIpI/AAAAAAAAACs/8mPlsvpjPWU/s400/closed.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174938333697286802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div 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title=''/><author><name>Instinct</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04731910243244037724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_UwBvmVoFea8/R9ES_xqUIpI/AAAAAAAAACs/8mPlsvpjPWU/s72-c/closed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226069345048389000.post-5325649470066452200</id><published>2008-02-23T14:33:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-02-23T14:59:58.723Z</updated><title type='text'>Hey you, out there in the cold...Dont give in without a fight.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UwBvmVoFea8/R8Au0Wy4REI/AAAAAAAAACc/7qS3RaWVUxo/s1600-h/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UwBvmVoFea8/R8Au0Wy4REI/AAAAAAAAACc/7qS3RaWVUxo/s400/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170183849228387394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowScriptAccess="always" width="180" height="23" bgcolor="#ECECEC" id="radioblog_player_-1" FlashVars="id=-1&amp;filepath=http://www.radioblogclub.com/listen2?u=2wLzRmb192cvQ3cpxWehxGcvInZuUWZyZmL2ADMyU2czl2YyFmb/Pink%2520Floyd%2520-%2520Hey%2520You.rbs&amp;colors=body:#ECECEC;border:#BBBBBB;button:#999999;player_text:#999999;playlist_text:#999999;" &gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226069345048389000-5325649470066452200?l=theperfectinstinct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UwBvmVoFea8/R8Au0Wy4REI/AAAAAAAAACc/7qS3RaWVUxo/s72-c/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226069345048389000.post-489697486178729411</id><published>2008-02-21T08:31:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-02-21T08:42:20.235Z</updated><title type='text'>Musica oficial...</title><content type='html'>Oficial pq ambos gostamos da musica (caso raro)...pq ouvimos juntos num sitio especial...e pq o refrão diz mt =)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jTBeN4FSZgc&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jTBeN4FSZgc&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when the fight is over,&lt;br /&gt;And the storm is through,&lt;br /&gt;Now will you pick another?&lt;br /&gt;What will you get into?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you stand in the corner,&lt;br /&gt;With those boxing gloves on you,&lt;br /&gt;You’re old, scared and lonely,&lt;br /&gt;Yeah we’ve all been there too… uh uh&lt;br /&gt;We’ve been all there too…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiss me, oh kiss me, &lt;br /&gt;If that can make it right.&lt;br /&gt;Try me, find me,&lt;br /&gt;Just throw them on me…&lt;br /&gt;Those failed expectations…&lt;br /&gt;Floods and afflictions you’re through.&lt;br /&gt;Cause I just might, take them home with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the cracks in the pavement,&lt;br /&gt;Yeah we’ve all fell there before,&lt;br /&gt;And bones built into skeleton,&lt;br /&gt;We’ve all been through that door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kiss me, oh kiss me, &lt;br /&gt;If that can make it right.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when the fight is over,&lt;br /&gt;And the storm is through,&lt;br /&gt;Now will you pick another?&lt;br /&gt;What will you get into?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you stand in the corner,&lt;br /&gt;With those boxing gloves on you,&lt;br /&gt;You’re old, scared and lonely,&lt;br /&gt;Yeah we’ve all been there too… uh uh&lt;br /&gt;We’ve been all there too…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiss me, oh kiss me, &lt;br /&gt;If that can make it right.&lt;br /&gt;Try me, find me,&lt;br /&gt;Just throw them on me…&lt;br /&gt;Those failed expectations…&lt;br /&gt;Floods and afflictions you’re through.&lt;br /&gt;Cause I just might, take them home with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the cracks in the pavement,&lt;br /&gt;Yeah we’ve all fell there before,&lt;br /&gt;And bones built into skeleton,&lt;br /&gt;We’ve all been through that door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiss me, oh kiss me, &lt;br /&gt;If that can make it right.&lt;br /&gt;Try me, find me,&lt;br /&gt;Just throw them on me…&lt;br /&gt;Those failed expectations…&lt;br /&gt;Floods and afflictions you’re through.&lt;br /&gt;Cause I just might…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiss me, oh kiss me, &lt;br /&gt;Will that make things right ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Try me, find me,&lt;br /&gt;Just throw them on me…&lt;br /&gt;Those failed expectations…&lt;br /&gt;Floods and afflictions you’re through.&lt;br /&gt;Cause I just might…&lt;br /&gt;I just might, take you home.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiss me, kiss me,&lt;br /&gt;We’ve all been there too,&lt;br /&gt;Kiss me, kiss me&lt;br /&gt;We have all been there too,&lt;br /&gt;Kiss me, kiss me&lt;br /&gt;We’ve all been there too,&lt;br /&gt;Kiss me, kiss me&lt;br /&gt;So kiss me…Those failed expectations…&lt;br /&gt;Floods and afflictions you’re through.&lt;br /&gt;Cause I just might…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kiss me, oh kiss me, &lt;br /&gt;Will that make things right ?&lt;br /&gt;Try me, find me,&lt;br /&gt;Just throw them on me…&lt;br /&gt;Those failed expectations…&lt;br /&gt;Floods and afflictions you’re through.&lt;br /&gt;Cause I just might…&lt;br /&gt;I just might, take you home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiss me, kiss me,&lt;br /&gt;We’ve all been there too,&lt;br /&gt;Kiss me, kiss me&lt;br /&gt;We have all been there too,&lt;br /&gt;Kiss me, kiss me&lt;br /&gt;We’ve all been there too,&lt;br /&gt;Kiss me, kiss me&lt;br /&gt;So kiss me…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226069345048389000-489697486178729411?l=theperfectinstinct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theperfectinstinct.blogspot.com/feeds/489697486178729411/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226069345048389000&amp;postID=489697486178729411&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226069345048389000/posts/default/489697486178729411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226069345048389000/posts/default/489697486178729411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theperfectinstinct.blogspot.com/2008/02/musica-oficial.html' title='Musica oficial...'/><author><name>Instinct</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04731910243244037724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226069345048389000.post-5781027290935372120</id><published>2008-02-18T17:27:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-02-18T17:28:28.957Z</updated><title type='text'>Cada dia que passa...</title><content type='html'>...sinto que o meu computador é como uma carroça...tem sempre um burro à frente!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226069345048389000-5781027290935372120?l=theperfectinstinct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theperfectinstinct.blogspot.com/feeds/5781027290935372120/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226069345048389000&amp;postID=5781027290935372120&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226069345048389000/posts/default/5781027290935372120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226069345048389000/posts/default/5781027290935372120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theperfectinstinct.blogspot.com/2008/02/cada-dia-que-passa.html' title='Cada dia que passa...'/><author><name>Instinct</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04731910243244037724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226069345048389000.post-3450217496089779522</id><published>2008-02-18T17:25:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-02-18T19:21:43.505Z</updated><title type='text'>O que realmente importa?</title><content type='html'>Não existe opinião mais importante a nosso respeito,que a nossa.A cada dia passa-se uma "conversa" entre o nosso ouvido esquerdo e direito que devemos dar importância...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226069345048389000-3450217496089779522?l=theperfectinstinct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theperfectinstinct.blogspot.com/feeds/3450217496089779522/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226069345048389000&amp;postID=3450217496089779522&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226069345048389000/posts/default/3450217496089779522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226069345048389000/posts/default/3450217496089779522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theperfectinstinct.blogspot.com/2008/02/o-que-realmente-importa.html' title='O que realmente importa?'/><author><name>Instinct</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04731910243244037724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226069345048389000.post-4270837555341273497</id><published>2008-02-17T17:54:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-02-17T18:05:56.078Z</updated><title type='text'>Amigos...</title><content type='html'>Será que temos amigos para a vida? ok...temos muitos amigos que vão passando pela nossa vida...mas será que há aqueles que são uma constante ao longo de toda uma vida?quase 20 anos de amizade...será que vai continuar com a mesma força? eu acredito que sim, aliás, já tivemos mais tempo separados e quando nos voltavamos a encontrar nunca faltaram pontos comuns, nunca faltou conversa..nunca faltou amizade! &lt;br /&gt;Quem sabe não fazemos a tal equipa maravilha noutro continente...quem sabe não abrimos a tal empresa...quem sabe não continuamos simplesmente a ser o que temos sido até hoje! grandes amigos...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226069345048389000-4270837555341273497?l=theperfectinstinct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theperfectinstinct.blogspot.com/feeds/4270837555341273497/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226069345048389000&amp;postID=4270837555341273497&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226069345048389000/posts/default/4270837555341273497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226069345048389000/posts/default/4270837555341273497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theperfectinstinct.blogspot.com/2008/02/amigos.html' title='Amigos...'/><author><name>Instinct</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04731910243244037724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226069345048389000.post-745302535317214002</id><published>2008-02-17T17:45:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-02-17T17:45:57.287Z</updated><title type='text'>Bang Bang</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JRnMTEMEC14&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JRnMTEMEC14&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226069345048389000-745302535317214002?l=theperfectinstinct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theperfectinstinct.blogspot.com/feeds/745302535317214002/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226069345048389000&amp;postID=745302535317214002&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226069345048389000/posts/default/745302535317214002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226069345048389000/posts/default/745302535317214002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theperfectinstinct.blogspot.com/2008/02/bang-bang.html' title='Bang Bang'/><author><name>Instinct</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04731910243244037724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226069345048389000.post-8272933200692240028</id><published>2008-02-13T11:14:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-02-13T11:26:45.085Z</updated><title type='text'>Os momentos turbulentos da vida...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UwBvmVoFea8/R7LRv2y4RDI/AAAAAAAAACU/we6FqqhtD_4/s1600-h/IMAGENS_107365.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UwBvmVoFea8/R7LRv2y4RDI/AAAAAAAAACU/we6FqqhtD_4/s400/IMAGENS_107365.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166422342640354354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A vida tem destas coisas e quando menos esperamos temos os momentos mais turbulentos! quer seja por motivos profissionais...pessoais...sentimentais...whatever...o que é certo é que eles aparecem! e por muito bem preparados que possamos estar para estas coisas, a verdade é que quando chega o momento...as decisões são sempre complicadas! até porque a mudança incomoda muita gente. De todas as grandes mudanças da minha vida eu nunca me arrependi de nenhuma, porque quero pensar que ponderei sempre bem as minhas opções e decidi pelo que achei melhor na altura em que o problema se colocava. Também tomei decisões de "não mudança" que não me arrependi...mas cada vez que chego a uma grande "bifurcação" da vida...chegam os problemas inerentes às grandes decisões, o que ganho o que perco...implicações de ir por um lado ou de ir por outro...infim! acho que até agora tenho-me dado bem, portanto quero pensar que mais uma vez vou-me dar bem com a decisão que acabar por tomar! até porque diz quem sabe...eu sou um gajo de sorte! e sou, nem que seja por ter capacidade e liberdade de optar =)!copo meio cheio...sempre com o copo meio cheio!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.- O gajo da foto deve ter adrenalina em altas =D!é assim que deve de ser vivida a vida!!!! copo meio cheio... e a viver EFECTIVAMENTE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226069345048389000-8272933200692240028?l=theperfectinstinct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theperfectinstinct.blogspot.com/feeds/8272933200692240028/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226069345048389000&amp;postID=8272933200692240028&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226069345048389000/posts/default/8272933200692240028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226069345048389000/posts/default/8272933200692240028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theperfectinstinct.blogspot.com/2008/02/os-momentos-turbulentos-da-vida.html' title='Os momentos turbulentos da vida...'/><author><name>Instinct</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04731910243244037724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UwBvmVoFea8/R7LRv2y4RDI/AAAAAAAAACU/we6FqqhtD_4/s72-c/IMAGENS_107365.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226069345048389000.post-8346075055137287829</id><published>2008-02-02T13:45:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-02T13:46:02.207Z</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>Foi pouco mas foi bom...foi inesperado o modo como acabou!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226069345048389000-8346075055137287829?l=theperfectinstinct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theperfectinstinct.blogspot.com/feeds/8346075055137287829/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226069345048389000&amp;postID=8346075055137287829&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226069345048389000/posts/default/8346075055137287829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226069345048389000/posts/default/8346075055137287829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theperfectinstinct.blogspot.com/2008/02/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Instinct</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04731910243244037724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226069345048389000.post-7014181543503371268</id><published>2008-01-31T23:08:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-31T23:09:20.778Z</updated><title type='text'>Se fosse so assim era facil facil =)!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;paixão,&lt;/strong&gt; s.f. tendência dominante, ou mesmo dominadora e geralmente exclusiva, que exerce, de modo mais ou menos constante, acção directora sobre a conduta e o pensamento, orientando os juízos de valor e impedindo o exercício de uma lógica imparcial; sentimento profundo; grande predilecção; afecto violento; amor ardente; o objecto desse amor; grande desgosto; parcialidade; tendência exaltada, exclusiva, absorvente e duradoira; martírio de Cristo; parte do Evangelho onde se descreve o martírio de Cristo (nas duas últimas acepções grafa-se com inicial maiúscula); (mús.) composição musical cujo motivo é o martírio de Cristo. (Do lat. passiõne-, «sofrimento»).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226069345048389000-7014181543503371268?l=theperfectinstinct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theperfectinstinct.blogspot.com/feeds/7014181543503371268/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226069345048389000&amp;postID=7014181543503371268&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226069345048389000/posts/default/7014181543503371268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226069345048389000/posts/default/7014181543503371268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226069345048389000.post-5188772422408950730</id><published>2008-01-23T20:10:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-26T19:13:23.819Z</updated><title type='text'>E por falar em iztupidez...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DU7301-4tTs&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DU7301-4tTs&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226069345048389000-5188772422408950730?l=theperfectinstinct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226069345048389000.post-7566029426689420674</id><published>2008-01-23T20:06:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-23T20:07:45.656Z</updated><title type='text'>A estupidez não tem mesmo limites...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VXiYJAihEgc&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VXiYJAihEgc&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226069345048389000-7566029426689420674?l=theperfectinstinct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226069345048389000.post-3378198050646763309</id><published>2008-01-13T15:20:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-01-13T15:20:57.861Z</updated><title type='text'>Super-Herois =)!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/b_9ZKdU8GD0&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/b_9ZKdU8GD0&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226069345048389000-3378198050646763309?l=theperfectinstinct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226069345048389000.post-6488957680655266337</id><published>2008-01-13T15:17:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-13T15:19:00.842Z</updated><title type='text'>Compativeis?</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/O9zdq5w7n-I&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/O9zdq5w7n-I&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226069345048389000-6488957680655266337?l=theperfectinstinct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226069345048389000.post-2702236809631673039</id><published>2008-01-09T10:41:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-09T10:44:45.153Z</updated><title type='text'>Love Actually...bittersweet</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5m2T5yfgsZ0&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5m2T5yfgsZ0&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226069345048389000-2702236809631673039?l=theperfectinstinct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226069345048389000.post-6848204964964782197</id><published>2008-01-08T14:34:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-08T17:56:24.521Z</updated><title type='text'>Musica do dia...Black</title><content type='html'>Hey... oooh...&lt;br /&gt;Sheets of empty canvas, untouched sheets of clay&lt;br /&gt;Were laid spread out before me as her body once did.&lt;br /&gt;All five horizons revolved around her soul&lt;br /&gt;As the earth to the sun&lt;br /&gt;Now the air I tasted and breathed has taken a turn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, and all I taught her was everything&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, I know she gave me all that she wore&lt;br /&gt;And now my bitter hands chafe beneath the clouds&lt;br /&gt;Of what was everything.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the pictures have all been washed in black, tattooed everything...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I take a walk outside&lt;br /&gt;I'm surrounded by some kids at play&lt;br /&gt;I can feel their laughter, so why do I sear?&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and twisted thoughts that spin round my head&lt;br /&gt;I'm spinning, oh, I'm spinning&lt;br /&gt;How quick the sun can drop away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now my bitter hands cradle broken glass&lt;br /&gt;Of what was everything?&lt;br /&gt;All the pictures have all been washed in black, tattooed everything...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the love gone bad turned my world to black&lt;br /&gt;Tattooed all I see, all that I am, all I'll be... yeah...&lt;br /&gt;Uh huh... uh huh... ooh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know someday you'll have a beautiful life,&lt;br /&gt;I know you'll be a sun in somebody else's sky, but why&lt;br /&gt;Why, why can't it be, why can't it be mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aah... uuh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too doo doo too, too doo doo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" 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Não como o milho mas como coisas mesmo muito boas. Para lhe explicar porquê, Catarina Mendonça Ferreira e António Marreiros foram sair e vieram carregados de olheiras. Tudo para dizer onde vale mesmo a pena ir. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Se há coisa de que nos orgulhamos em Lisboa – e há tanto que nos orgulha – é da noite. A nossa noite, a noite lisboeta, tem de tudo como na farmácia. Sítios modernos, chiques, cool, outros mais manhosos, mais decadentes, javardolas, mesmo. Há a noite dos que acabaram de ter autorização para sair depois das onze, aqueles a quem os pêlos da barba começaram agora a despontar, e há a noite dos que já se cansaram de sair à noite mas que, ainda assim, continuam. E continuam não porque sejam tontos ou masoquistas. Mas porque a noite é boa, mas mesmo boa. &lt;br /&gt;Assim sendo, decidimos fazer um roteiro da noite perfeita. Para começar às nove, com um cocktail, para aquecer, e continuar madrugada adentro, com ânimo e coragem, que além de serem boas as noites de Lisboa são grandes como o raio que as parta. &lt;br /&gt;Desta vez não elegemos um júri para vir dizer qual o melhor spot da capital. Desta vez, de resto, não elegemos um sítio mas vários, consoante a hora da noite a que se vá. São 18 bares e discotecas, mais os três que são especificamente para putos e o Skones, que se destina exclusivamente aos sub-40, vulgo cotas. &lt;br /&gt;Além disso, fizemos ainda o percurso de duas maneiras diferentes: de carro, o ideal para gente bem comportada, sóbria e paciente; e de táxi, para quem quer beber até deixar de saber que está a beber, sem se preocupar com o estacionamento, os agentes da autoridade e seus balões, e a claustrofobia dos parques de estacionamento subterrâneo que obrigam a viagens ao centro da Terra. Por fim, mostramos-lhe onde há bolos e pão quentinho, para ensopar o excesso de álcool e matar a fome que aperta no final da noite. Ou seja, de manhãzinha. &lt;br /&gt;Cinco Lounge &lt;br /&gt;É o único cocktail bar da cidade com bom gosto e profissionalismo. E por isso, se quisesse, podia ser preguiçoso. Mas não é. Com três anos de existência, o Cinco Lounge continua a reinventar bebidas com ingredientes tão interessantes como os coentros. Ideal para arrancar a noite. R Ruben A Leitão, 17A (Príncipe Real). &lt;br /&gt;Mauvais Garçon &lt;br /&gt;Novíssimo, no Bairro Alto. É o típico bistro parisiense: pequeno café, pequeno restaurante, pequeno bar. Está bem decorado, enche-se de turistas durante o dia e de noctívagos depois do jantar. O serviço é simpático mas pouco despachado. Imperial: 2€. Caipirinha: 5€. Rua da Rosa, 39. &lt;br /&gt;Incógnito &lt;br /&gt;O ambiente mais underground de Lisboa. Pequeno, acolhedor e cheio de fumo. A pista transborda de pessoas a curtir o melhor rock de várias décadas. O porteiro, ímpar, tem obviamente currículo em Londres. Imperial: 2€. Vodka: 5€. R Poiais de S Bento, 37. &lt;br /&gt;Tuatara &lt;br /&gt;Tem nome de lagarto mas é mais camaleão. O sítio vive ao sabor de eventos. Em dias mais agitados, escuta-se electro, tecno ou trance, noutros, mais calmos, o chill-out convida a sentar nos puffs. Imperial: 2€. Vodka: 4€. R Centro Cultural, 27 (Alvalade). &lt;br /&gt;Jamaica &lt;br /&gt;É a pista mais eclética de Lisboa: desde as senhoras dos bares de alterne até à mais fina flor. A razão desta afluência é o rock clássico que atrai gente de todos os feitios. Se também é adepto, misture-se que vale a pena. Imperial: 2€. Vodka: 4€. R Nova do Carvalho, 6. &lt;br /&gt;Music Box &lt;br /&gt;Uma das portas mais concorridas da zona decadente-chique do Cais do Sodré. Nos tampos das mesas há lingerie bem vermelha, vestígios da sua anterior existência. Imperial: até 2h (2€) depois 2h (2,5€). Vodka: 5€. R Nova do Carvalho, 24. &lt;br /&gt;Lounge &lt;br /&gt;É pequeno mas suficientemente grande para ter uma balaustrada imponente. Tem um bar e poucas mesas porque o espaço é para dançar ao som dos mais variados estilos. Aposta nos objectos retro e na excentricidade. Imperial: 1,50€. Vodka: 4€. R da Moeda, 1. &lt;br /&gt;Maxime &lt;br /&gt;É cabaret, café, bar, discoteca, sala de espectáculos. É o que se quiser. A aposta do momento passa pelo formato concerto seguido de DJ set. E tudo encaixa tão bem no local mais kitsch da capital. Imperdível. Imperial: 2€. Vodka: 4€. Pç da Alegria, 58. &lt;br /&gt;Bedroom &lt;br /&gt;Camas, cómodas, lustres e um requintado papel de parede. Três bares com barmaids sorridentes e DJs dedicados. A porteira é exigente, mas vale a pena passar pelo desafio para ver o espaço mais moderno do Bairro. Imperial: 2€. Vodka: 5€. Rua do Norte, 86. &lt;br /&gt;Bicaense &lt;br /&gt;Quatro degraus separam dois mundos distintos nesta antiga tasca.Em cima bebe-se, em baixo dança-se ao ritmo dos DJs residentes. Para quem anda afastado da noite há uns tempos, este é o sítio a ir. Imperial: 2€. Vodka: 4€. R da Bica Duarte Belo, 42A. &lt;br /&gt;Mini-Mercado &lt;br /&gt;O nome não é deixado ao acaso. Além de uma boa selecção de DJs, neste sítio há mesmo fruta suculenta acabada de espremer. E espelhos dourados espalhados pelas paredes. Um dos spots mais originais. Imperial:2€. Vodka: 4€. Av. D. Carlos I, 67. &lt;br /&gt;Maria Caxuxa &lt;br /&gt;As balanças e as misturadoras desta antiga fábrica de bolos são mesmo do tempo da Maria Cachucha. A multidão que se amontoa à porta é uma prova de que vale a pena entrar e refastelar nos sofás. Imperial: 1,50€ Vodka: 4€. R da Barroca, 6-12. &lt;br /&gt;Funicular &lt;br /&gt;É o irmão mais novo do Bicaense. O espaço é pequeno, mas isso não impede ninguém de dançar. A música é a dar para o revivalista e o lugar do DJ não é só reservado aos profissionais. O que é giro. Imperial: 1,50€. Vodka: 4€. Rua da Bica Duarte Belo, 44. &lt;br /&gt;Estado Líquido &lt;br /&gt;Uma enorme bola de espelhos que reflecte uma luz branca marca todo o espaço que se prolonga até a um recanto com uns confortáveis puffs. Já está na moda há quase cinco anos e não é por acaso. Imperial: 3€ Vodka: 6€. Lg de Santos, 5A. &lt;br /&gt;Lux &lt;br /&gt;A meio da noite pode sentir que está num edifício de sete andares. Tem três: um terraço com vista para o rio, um bar e a disco em baixo. Já nenhum noctívago que se preze vive sem Lux. Imperial: 3€. Vodka: 6€. Av Inf D Henrique, Armz A, Sta Apolónia. &lt;br /&gt;Garage &lt;br /&gt;Ter uma área VIP diz muito do que podemos esperar dos sábados nesta casa: muito beautiful people. Mas é preciso abrir bem os olhos porque a luz é difusa. E às vezes é bom que seja. Imperial: 3€. Vodka: 6€.R João de Oliveira Miguéis, 38-48. &lt;br /&gt;Europa &lt;br /&gt;Conserva os espelhos e uma certa aura do tempo em que foi bar de alterne. Hoje a música é outra. Está aberto a noite toda com intervalo das quatro às seis. Quando reabre é o after-hours mais cool da cidade. Imperial: 2,5€. Vodka: 5€. R Nova do Carvalho, 18. &lt;br /&gt;Armazém F &lt;br /&gt;Antes de ser after-hours, o melhor deste sítio era a sua localização junto ao rio. Continua no mesmo local, só que agora oferece pequeno-almoço e boa música ao nascer do dia. Imperial: 3€. Vodka: 6€. R da Cintura, Armz 65 (Cais do Sodré). &lt;br /&gt;A noite dos cotas &lt;br /&gt;A música é muito, mas mesmo muito revivalista. Chega a haver acessos de algum histerismo: “Ai os meus Beatles!!” &lt;br /&gt;Se há coisa bonita de se ver é o cota assumido, à solta no seu habitat natural. Se não sabe o que significa a palavra cota, o mais certo é estar em negação. Acontece. Fica, pois, a explicação sucinta: cota é qualquer indivíduo a partir dos 40 anos. Para alguns alguém com 30 já pode ser designado por esse nome. Mas ignoremos os extremismos. Um cota também tem direito à vida. E é no Skones, instalado no edifício do restaurante Kais, que eles mais se soltam, recordando outros tempos, em que a barriga – e outras saliências – ainda não tinha descaído dramaticamente. &lt;br /&gt;A decoração é simples e contemporânea, com cómodos sofás brancos (tão típicos do Verão), e pequenas lareiras (tão típicas do Inverno), a ladear mesas de madeira onde são expostas as garrafas que vão sendo consumidas (preferencialmente whisky e champanhe). &lt;br /&gt;A pista está no bem no centro do espaço acompanhada por duas enormes bolas de espelhos. Uma profusão de camisas brancas bem engomadas, com laçarote preto a dar o tom, pululam de mesa em mesa denotando serviço atento e dedicado. A música é, inevitavelmente, muito, mas mesmo muito revivalista. E toda a plateia adora. Chega a haver acessos de algum histerismo: “Ai os meus Beatles!!”. E a mão na barriga à Júlio Iglésias ainda tem os seus fãs. &lt;br /&gt;O estilo aperfeiçoado durante décadas nota-se em cada metro quadrado: desde o gavião à entrada da pista com a sua camada de gel rematada pelo belo caracol, até ao elegante cruzar de pernas com olhar sedutor nas mesas adjacentes. Ocasionalmente, aventuram-se por outras paragens como o BBC, o Bar do Rio ou, até mesmo, em momentos de completo descontrolo, ao Lux. Temos de reconhecer que a boa patine fica bem em qualquer lado. &lt;br /&gt;A noite dos putos &lt;br /&gt;“Parecem bandos de pardais à solta”. Às sextas, os sub-18 lisboetas divertem-se como gente grande. &lt;br /&gt;Se um cota entrasse ao acaso em qualquer um destes sítios – Absoluto Be-Alive, Loft ou Garage – numa sexta-feira à noite, dificilmente saberia onde estava. Seria o mesmo que tentar distinguir a pepsi da coca-cola numa prova cega. A música, a faixa etária e os trapinhos a la Morangos com Açúcar são os mesmos. É uma e meia da manhã e a porta do Loft mal se vê tal é o ajuntamento de miudagem. Aqui disputa-se o primeiro campeonato da noite. O desafio consiste em ver quem é mais amigo do porteiro. Pancadinha nas costas, tratamento pelo nome próprio e ala lá para dentro. &lt;br /&gt;Uma vez no interior, tem início o round “BBC Vida Selvagem”. Copo na mão e telemóvel na outra são as armas de encantamento. Elas, de saltos altos e maquilhagem carregada, parecem mães deles. Depois de uma breve mirada ao terreno e escolhida a presa, prossegue-se ao ataque. O rapazinho de t-shirt de alças safa-se em menos de cinco minutos. É uma corrida contra o tempo. Se há 10 minutos ela se chamava Carolina, agora já é Matilde. Há que viver uma vida inteira numa noite. &lt;br /&gt;A inquietação típica da juventude faz com que estes clientes não consigam permanecer muito tempo no mesmo sítio. E partem rumo a outro vértice do triângulo, não das Bermudas, mas da noite ribeirinha. Com 10ºC, elas aventuram-se de vestido de alças e sandálias até à próxima festa. Pelo caminho são muitos os que se cruzam com o gregório. E toca de deitar cá para fora as “tequilas boom-boom” e os “sex on the beach” bebidos na tasquinha em Santos, que os fígados são tenrinhos e não aguentam. Os que souberam seguir os avisos dos papás e ficaram pela coca-cola, passam ao próximo round. 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nossa noite....'/><author><name>Instinct</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04731910243244037724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226069345048389000.post-4317978900002842617</id><published>2007-11-18T21:46:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-11-18T21:46:27.384Z</updated><title type='text'>Telemoveis</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://imgs.sapo.pt/sapovideo/swf/flvplayer-sapo.swf?file=http://rd.pftv.videos.sapo.pt/fMqWKC0zz2etRl10czgr/mov/1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="325" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226069345048389000-4317978900002842617?l=theperfectinstinct.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226069345048389000.post-2227768274028285983</id><published>2007-11-13T09:40:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-13T09:42:51.655Z</updated><title type='text'>Você Não Me Ensinou A Te Esquecer</title><content type='html'>Não vejo mais você faz tanto tempo &lt;br /&gt;Que vontade que eu sinto &lt;br /&gt;De olhar em seus olhos, ganhar seus abraços &lt;br /&gt;É verdade, eu não minto &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E nesse desespero em que me vejo &lt;br /&gt;Já cheguei a tal ponto &lt;br /&gt;De me trocar diversas vezes por você &lt;br /&gt;Só pra ver se te encontro &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você bem que podia perdoar &lt;br /&gt;E só mais uma vez me aceitar &lt;br /&gt;Prometo agora vou fazer por onde nunca mais&lt;br /&gt;perdê-la &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora, que faço eu da vida sem você? &lt;br /&gt;Você não me ensinou a te esquecer &lt;br /&gt;Você só me ensinou a te querer &lt;br /&gt;E te querendo eu vou tentando te encontrar &lt;br /&gt;Vou me perdendo &lt;br /&gt;Buscando em outros braços seus abraços &lt;br /&gt;Perdido no vazio de outros passos &lt;br /&gt;Do abismo em que você se retirou &lt;br /&gt;E me atirou e me deixou aqui sozinho &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora, que faço eu da vida sem você? &lt;br /&gt;Você não me ensinou a te esquecer &lt;br /&gt;Você só me ensinou a te querer &lt;br /&gt;e te querendo eu vou tentando me encontrar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E nesse desepero em q me vejo&lt;br /&gt;já cheguei a tal ponto&lt;br /&gt;de me trocar diversas vezes por vc&lt;br /&gt;só pra ver se te encontro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você bem que podia perdoar &lt;br /&gt;E só mais uma vez me aceitar &lt;br /&gt;Prometo agora vou fazer por onde nunca mais&lt;br /&gt;perdê-la &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora, que faço eu da vida sem você? &lt;br /&gt;Você não me ensinou a te esquecer &lt;br /&gt;Você só me ensinou a te querer &lt;br /&gt;E te querendo eu vou tentando te encontrar &lt;br /&gt;Vou me perdendo &lt;br /&gt;Buscando em outros braços seus abraços &lt;br /&gt;Perdido no vazio de outros passos &lt;br /&gt;Do abismo em que você se retirou &lt;br /&gt;E me atirou e me deixou aqui sozinho &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora, que faço eu da vida sem você? &lt;br /&gt;Você não me ensinou a te esquecer &lt;br /&gt;Você só me ensinou a te querer &lt;br /&gt;e te querendo eu vou tentando te encontrar&lt;br /&gt;Vou me perdendo &lt;br /&gt;Buscando em outros braços seus abraços &lt;br /&gt;Perdido no vazio de outros passos &lt;br /&gt;Do abismo em que você se retirou &lt;br /&gt;E me atirou e me deixou aqui sozinho &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora, que faço eu da vida sem você? &lt;br /&gt;Você não me ensinou a te esquecer &lt;br /&gt;Você só me ensinou a te querer &lt;br /&gt;e te querendo eu vou tentando me encontrar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226069345048389000-2227768274028285983?l=theperfectinstinct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theperfectinstinct.blogspot.com/feeds/2227768274028285983/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226069345048389000&amp;postID=2227768274028285983&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226069345048389000/posts/default/2227768274028285983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226069345048389000/posts/default/2227768274028285983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theperfectinstinct.blogspot.com/2007/11/voc-no-me-ensinou-te-esquecer.html' title='Você Não Me Ensinou A Te Esquecer'/><author><name>Instinct</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04731910243244037724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226069345048389000.post-1611319217543107957</id><published>2007-11-01T11:55:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-01T11:56:37.954Z</updated><title type='text'>Achemed</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4y-waHLz-TU&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4y-waHLz-TU&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title='Achemed'/><author><name>Instinct</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04731910243244037724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226069345048389000.post-1225623165588533191</id><published>2007-10-27T13:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T13:54:08.537+01:00</updated><title type='text'>PINN doooooooonnnnn</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tbJeuPyQfS8&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tbJeuPyQfS8&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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doooooooonnnnn'/><author><name>Instinct</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04731910243244037724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226069345048389000.post-9049714041192373025</id><published>2007-10-27T13:41:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T13:41:25.888+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Lindo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_WjFVa8SgoU&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_WjFVa8SgoU&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title='Lindo...'/><author><name>Instinct</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04731910243244037724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226069345048389000.post-6240088893682168466</id><published>2007-10-12T11:34:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T11:40:41.820+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O melhor para os amigos:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UwBvmVoFea8/Rw9O4fbICGI/AAAAAAAAACM/uqkVpkfTFUI/s1600-h/image001.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_UwBvmVoFea8/Rw9O4fbICGI/AAAAAAAAACM/uqkVpkfTFUI/s400/image001.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120398033758455906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226069345048389000-6240088893682168466?l=theperfectinstinct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theperfectinstinct.blogspot.com/feeds/6240088893682168466/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226069345048389000&amp;postID=6240088893682168466&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226069345048389000/posts/default/6240088893682168466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226069345048389000/posts/default/6240088893682168466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theperfectinstinct.blogspot.com/2007/10/o-melhor-para-os-amigos.html' title='O melhor para os amigos:'/><author><name>Instinct</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04731910243244037724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_UwBvmVoFea8/Rw9O4fbICGI/AAAAAAAAACM/uqkVpkfTFUI/s72-c/image001.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226069345048389000.post-4949602052180142170</id><published>2007-10-10T23:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T23:15:58.344+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Eh touroooo tourrroo touro lindo!!!</title><content type='html'>Para a pipas e m&amp;m...ele é um amador!! eu e a garrafa de mateus rosé fazemos melhor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="353"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qJh2dXx73bA&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qJh2dXx73bA&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="353"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. - é caso para dizer que o cavalo deixou o burro tratar do assunto! LOLOLOLLO!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226069345048389000-4949602052180142170?l=theperfectinstinct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theperfectinstinct.blogspot.com/feeds/4949602052180142170/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226069345048389000&amp;postID=4949602052180142170&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226069345048389000/posts/default/4949602052180142170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226069345048389000/posts/default/4949602052180142170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theperfectinstinct.blogspot.com/2007/10/eh-touroooo-tourrroo-touro-lindo.html' title='Eh touroooo tourrroo touro lindo!!!'/><author><name>Instinct</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04731910243244037724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226069345048389000.post-3484311461813779325</id><published>2007-10-04T17:16:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T17:17:41.280+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspiração :D!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="353"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ONUCPKdGcrk&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ONUCPKdGcrk&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="353"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="353"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1k08yxu57NA&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1k08yxu57NA&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="353"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226069345048389000-3484311461813779325?l=theperfectinstinct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theperfectinstinct.blogspot.com/feeds/3484311461813779325/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226069345048389000&amp;postID=3484311461813779325&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226069345048389000/posts/default/3484311461813779325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226069345048389000/posts/default/3484311461813779325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theperfectinstinct.blogspot.com/2007/10/inspirao-d.html' title='Inspiração :D!'/><author><name>Instinct</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04731910243244037724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226069345048389000.post-727929502707789871</id><published>2007-09-30T11:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T11:20:02.549+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Percepção do tempo</title><content type='html'>O tempo, como muitas outras coisas, é relativo...basta pensar que se tivermos a fazer algo que adoramos uma hora dura uns miseros minutos e quando estamos a fazer o que tem de ser feito, e não o que queremos fazer, uns miseros minutos duram horas! Claro que isto não é novidade para ninguém, mas de qualquer forma eu acho que o desafio é fazer durar ao máximo a tal hora...fazer parar o tempo :)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UwBvmVoFea8/Rv94IPbICEI/AAAAAAAAAB8/MsyyRw9Gy0g/s1600-h/tempo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UwBvmVoFea8/Rv94IPbICEI/AAAAAAAAAB8/MsyyRw9Gy0g/s400/tempo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115939784690763842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226069345048389000-727929502707789871?l=theperfectinstinct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theperfectinstinct.blogspot.com/feeds/727929502707789871/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226069345048389000&amp;postID=727929502707789871&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226069345048389000/posts/default/727929502707789871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226069345048389000/posts/default/727929502707789871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theperfectinstinct.blogspot.com/2007/09/percepo-do-tempo.html' title='Percepção do tempo'/><author><name>Instinct</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04731910243244037724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UwBvmVoFea8/Rv94IPbICEI/AAAAAAAAAB8/MsyyRw9Gy0g/s72-c/tempo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226069345048389000.post-1723406698056812246</id><published>2007-09-30T11:02:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T11:02:35.544+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Politica Vs Futebol...do melhor que há em portugal!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="353"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MpB1Ydko4NU&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MpB1Ydko4NU&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="353"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226069345048389000-1723406698056812246?l=theperfectinstinct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theperfectinstinct.blogspot.com/feeds/1723406698056812246/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226069345048389000&amp;postID=1723406698056812246&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226069345048389000/posts/default/1723406698056812246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226069345048389000/posts/default/1723406698056812246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theperfectinstinct.blogspot.com/2007/09/politica-vs-futeboldo-melhor-que-h-em.html' title='Politica Vs Futebol...do melhor que há em portugal!'/><author><name>Instinct</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04731910243244037724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226069345048389000.post-374996631076139369</id><published>2007-09-29T16:44:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T16:47:51.402+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Votação</title><content type='html'>Isto olhando para o número de votantes que o meu inquérito tem...dá bem para ver o grau de interesse do meu blog! de qualquer das formas sou um tipo persistente e como não fiz o blog a pensar nos outros mas sim em mim....vou continuar a postar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"O pessimista queixa-se do vento. O optimista espera que ele mude. O realista ajusta as velas!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sei em que categoria me inclua tendo em conta que vou continuar contra ventos e marés com o blog...até porque se a votação não tem muitos participantes, o counter do blog sempre me dá um pouco de animo! mesmo sabendo que aquilo acaba por ser um bocadito aldrabado!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aos meus fieis leitores...aquele abraço! LOLOLLOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226069345048389000-374996631076139369?l=theperfectinstinct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theperfectinstinct.blogspot.com/feeds/374996631076139369/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226069345048389000&amp;postID=374996631076139369&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226069345048389000/posts/default/374996631076139369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226069345048389000/posts/default/374996631076139369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theperfectinstinct.blogspot.com/2007/09/votao.html' title='Votação'/><author><name>Instinct</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04731910243244037724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226069345048389000.post-2312228049563080634</id><published>2007-09-24T11:42:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T11:44:47.165+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Homo Sapiens...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_UwBvmVoFea8/RveVB_bICDI/AAAAAAAAAB0/01Pfv1_633A/s1600-h/Praia%26Campo+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_UwBvmVoFea8/RveVB_bICDI/AAAAAAAAAB0/01Pfv1_633A/s400/Praia%26Campo+031.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113719763340101682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226069345048389000-2312228049563080634?l=theperfectinstinct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theperfectinstinct.blogspot.com/feeds/2312228049563080634/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226069345048389000&amp;postID=2312228049563080634&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226069345048389000/posts/default/2312228049563080634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226069345048389000/posts/default/2312228049563080634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theperfectinstinct.blogspot.com/2007/09/homo-sapiens.html' title='Homo Sapiens...'/><author><name>Instinct</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04731910243244037724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UwBvmVoFea8/RveVB_bICDI/AAAAAAAAAB0/01Pfv1_633A/s72-c/Praia%26Campo+031.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226069345048389000.post-2181646043294285997</id><published>2007-09-24T11:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T11:42:06.382+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Quero mais verão....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UwBvmVoFea8/RveUVPbICCI/AAAAAAAAABs/fxPWmT6HQVw/s1600-h/Praia%26Campo+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UwBvmVoFea8/RveUVPbICCI/AAAAAAAAABs/fxPWmT6HQVw/s400/Praia%26Campo+021.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113718994540955682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226069345048389000-2181646043294285997?l=theperfectinstinct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theperfectinstinct.blogspot.com/feeds/2181646043294285997/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226069345048389000&amp;postID=2181646043294285997&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226069345048389000/posts/default/2181646043294285997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226069345048389000/posts/default/2181646043294285997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theperfectinstinct.blogspot.com/2007/09/quero-mais-vero.html' title='Quero mais verão....'/><author><name>Instinct</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04731910243244037724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UwBvmVoFea8/RveUVPbICCI/AAAAAAAAABs/fxPWmT6HQVw/s72-c/Praia%26Campo+021.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226069345048389000.post-5646912509852356672</id><published>2007-09-24T11:07:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T11:07:49.304+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Este fds até parecia q era verão...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Bd9Z_MwzBgw"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Bd9Z_MwzBgw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226069345048389000-5646912509852356672?l=theperfectinstinct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theperfectinstinct.blogspot.com/feeds/5646912509852356672/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226069345048389000&amp;postID=5646912509852356672&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226069345048389000/posts/default/5646912509852356672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226069345048389000/posts/default/5646912509852356672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theperfectinstinct.blogspot.com/2007/09/este-fds-at-parecia-q-era-vero.html' title='Este fds até parecia q era verão...'/><author><name>Instinct</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04731910243244037724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226069345048389000.post-7140643916906987878</id><published>2007-09-18T19:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T19:11:29.945+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pipa em NY..</title><content type='html'>Miss pipas...quem é o gajo que passa no meio da filmagem aos 41segundos?! lolololol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="353"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zsfOL7QircQ"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zsfOL7QircQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="353"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226069345048389000-7140643916906987878?l=theperfectinstinct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theperfectinstinct.blogspot.com/feeds/7140643916906987878/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226069345048389000&amp;postID=7140643916906987878&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226069345048389000/posts/default/7140643916906987878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226069345048389000/posts/default/7140643916906987878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theperfectinstinct.blogspot.com/2007/09/pipa-em-ny.html' title='Pipa em NY..'/><author><name>Instinct</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04731910243244037724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226069345048389000.post-5863137764891443926</id><published>2007-09-17T21:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T21:31:44.400+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Politica e politicos</title><content type='html'>"A habilidade específica do político consiste em saber que paixões pode com maior facilidade despertar e como evitar, quando despertas, que sejam nocivas a ele próprio e aos seus aliados. Na política como na moeda há uma lei de Gresham; o homem que visa a objectivos mais nobres será expulso, excepto naqueles raros momentos (principalmente revoluções) em que o idealismo se conjuga com um poderoso movimento de paixão interesseira. Além disso, como os políticos estão divididos em grupos rivais, visam a dividir a nação, a menos que tenham a sorte de a unir na guerra contra outra. Vivem à custa do «ruído e da fúria, que nada significam». Não podem prestar atenção a nada que seja difícil de explicar, nem a nada que não acarrete divisão (seja entre nações ou na frente nacional), nem a nada que reduza o poderio dos políticos como classe."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bertrand Russell, in 'Ensaios Cépticos: A Necessidade do Ceptcismo Político&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226069345048389000-5863137764891443926?l=theperfectinstinct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theperfectinstinct.blogspot.com/feeds/5863137764891443926/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226069345048389000&amp;postID=5863137764891443926&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226069345048389000/posts/default/5863137764891443926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226069345048389000/posts/default/5863137764891443926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theperfectinstinct.blogspot.com/2007/09/politica-e-politicos.html' title='Politica e politicos'/><author><name>Instinct</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04731910243244037724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226069345048389000.post-8751134346572704545</id><published>2007-09-17T18:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T18:54:26.302+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Indecisões...ou talvez não!</title><content type='html'>As razões que nos movem nem sempre parecem coerentes e, sobretudo, nem sempre são lógicas. Mas, quando são vividas com alma, com a força da vontade e com AMOR (em qq uma da suas formas!)... são sempre as razões certas para... continuar...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226069345048389000-8751134346572704545?l=theperfectinstinct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theperfectinstinct.blogspot.com/feeds/8751134346572704545/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226069345048389000&amp;postID=8751134346572704545&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226069345048389000/posts/default/8751134346572704545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226069345048389000/posts/default/8751134346572704545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theperfectinstinct.blogspot.com/2007/09/indecisesou-talvez-no.html' title='Indecisões...ou talvez não!'/><author><name>Instinct</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04731910243244037724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226069345048389000.post-1948935702823288459</id><published>2007-09-15T13:02:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T13:02:24.012+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Bom...a mim sabe-me sempre bem...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Brlzm0X_BZ0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Brlzm0X_BZ0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226069345048389000-1948935702823288459?l=theperfectinstinct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theperfectinstinct.blogspot.com/feeds/1948935702823288459/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226069345048389000&amp;postID=1948935702823288459&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226069345048389000/posts/default/1948935702823288459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226069345048389000/posts/default/1948935702823288459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theperfectinstinct.blogspot.com/2007/09/boma-mim-sabe-me-sempre-bem.html' title='Bom...a mim sabe-me sempre bem...'/><author><name>Instinct</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04731910243244037724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226069345048389000.post-6771903630669263132</id><published>2007-09-15T12:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T12:57:22.413+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O verão tá a acabar...mas ainda sabe bem!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KcueZMZMVk8"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KcueZMZMVk8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226069345048389000-6771903630669263132?l=theperfectinstinct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theperfectinstinct.blogspot.com/feeds/6771903630669263132/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226069345048389000&amp;postID=6771903630669263132&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226069345048389000/posts/default/6771903630669263132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226069345048389000/posts/default/6771903630669263132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theperfectinstinct.blogspot.com/2007/09/o-vero-t-acabarmas-ainda-sabe-bem.html' title='O verão tá a acabar...mas ainda sabe bem!'/><author><name>Instinct</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04731910243244037724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226069345048389000.post-7338536019546014411</id><published>2007-09-14T11:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T11:44:09.755+01:00</updated><title type='text'>As verdades da vida...</title><content type='html'>Mais vale estar mais ou menos certo do que exactamente errado!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226069345048389000-7338536019546014411?l=theperfectinstinct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226069345048389000.post-5789386282372569354</id><published>2007-09-14T09:29:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T09:33:50.764+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tatuagens &amp; Casamento...</title><content type='html'>Em conversa com uma grande amiga ela diz-me: "...fiz uma tatuagem porque gosto, sempre gostei, e porque queria provar a mim mesma que era capaz de fazer uma coisa que é para a vida toda!..."&lt;br /&gt;Ora...então...o casamento também é para a vida toda!!!!ou não é?!....hummmm...pois...pode até não ser! e a tatuagem também pode não ser para a vida toda!basta usar o laser e tal....se bem que é uma coisita bem complicada de se fazer (e dispendiosa tb!)&lt;br /&gt;Conclusão: Tatuagens e Casamentos podem não ser para a vida...ambos podem ser apagados...ambos são caros para apagar...mas a Tatuagem é mais complicada de apagar!Logo se as coisas mais complicadas são por regra as mais importantes...a Tatuagem é mais importante que o Casamento! lolololoool...lógica da batata!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226069345048389000-5789386282372569354?l=theperfectinstinct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theperfectinstinct.blogspot.com/feeds/5789386282372569354/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226069345048389000&amp;postID=5789386282372569354&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226069345048389000/posts/default/5789386282372569354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226069345048389000/posts/default/5789386282372569354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theperfectinstinct.blogspot.com/2007/09/tatuagens-casamento.html' title='Tatuagens &amp; Casamento...'/><author><name>Instinct</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04731910243244037724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226069345048389000.post-2877519130244630402</id><published>2007-09-14T09:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T10:08:14.159+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Lobos maus que nem cobras :D!</title><content type='html'>Blog em altas: http://oslobosmauscomascobras.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/B1exk6jpal0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed 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E o que é que se passa desta vez? Bom…o supra sumo do budismo veio fazer uma visita a lx , o problema é que o governo português “esqueceu-se” de o receber! E aqui vem o motivo do post! Deverá o governo português dar primazia aos direitos humanos, à dignidade humana, ao respeito pelo próximo e aos valores morais….ou deve de, em favor de uma melhor relação económica com a China, ignorar o que se passa no Tibete? É fácil para o cidadão comum pensar que a hipótese de ignorar o Dalai Lama é inconcebível, no entanto, para o cidadão comum ter uma melhor vida ás vezes é necessário ter este tipo de comportamentos….porque verdade seja dita, se daqui a seis meses viesse nas noticias que o governo Chinês tinha escolhido os portos marítimos espanhóis como parceiros para as exportações em detrimento dos portugueses….o bom do tuga iria logo criticar a dizer que o governo português não mexe uma palha para ganhar este tipo de iniciativas! &lt;br /&gt;De qualquer das formas a minha opinião é que as pessoas estão sempre primeiro…portanto…acho mal o governo português não ter reconhecido a visita do Dalai Lama como uma visita oficial.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226069345048389000-3794220047007441238?l=theperfectinstinct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theperfectinstinct.blogspot.com/feeds/3794220047007441238/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226069345048389000&amp;postID=3794220047007441238&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226069345048389000/posts/default/3794220047007441238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226069345048389000/posts/default/3794220047007441238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theperfectinstinct.blogspot.com/2007/09/razo-vs-emoo.html' title='Razão Vs Emoção….'/><author><name>Instinct</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04731910243244037724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226069345048389000.post-4967415778765041160</id><published>2007-09-10T14:27:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T14:28:19.008+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Loiras á força....é o rir!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5JAis-ATxnc"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5JAis-ATxnc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226069345048389000-4967415778765041160?l=theperfectinstinct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theperfectinstinct.blogspot.com/feeds/4967415778765041160/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226069345048389000&amp;postID=4967415778765041160&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226069345048389000/posts/default/4967415778765041160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226069345048389000/posts/default/4967415778765041160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theperfectinstinct.blogspot.com/2007/09/loiras-fora-o-rir.html' title='Loiras á força....é o rir!'/><author><name>Instinct</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04731910243244037724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226069345048389000.post-4985309833532708204</id><published>2007-09-07T11:34:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T11:38:44.406+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoje é dia de videos...</title><content type='html'>Para quem nunca foi a um estádio completamente lotado ver um jogo da selecção....aconselho vivamente a ir este fim de semana ao Estádio da Luz para cantar o hino!! Portugal pode até nem ganhar, o jogo até pode nem valer nada... mas só por aqueles breves instantes...acreditem VALE MUITO A PENA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3VDFejkEu6E"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3VDFejkEu6E" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226069345048389000-4985309833532708204?l=theperfectinstinct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theperfectinstinct.blogspot.com/feeds/4985309833532708204/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226069345048389000&amp;postID=4985309833532708204&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226069345048389000/posts/default/4985309833532708204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226069345048389000/posts/default/4985309833532708204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theperfectinstinct.blogspot.com/2007/09/hoje-dia-de-videos.html' title='Hoje é dia de videos...'/><author><name>Instinct</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04731910243244037724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226069345048389000.post-6926232658114064061</id><published>2007-09-07T10:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T10:07:04.922+01:00</updated><title type='text'>UMM dia...UMM dia...:)!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WjI1bEDd-_M"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WjI1bEDd-_M" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226069345048389000-6926232658114064061?l=theperfectinstinct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226069345048389000.post-8243959097864754262</id><published>2007-08-05T23:11:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T23:17:29.240+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Vá para fora cá dentro</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UwBvmVoFea8/RrZMYkHdRvI/AAAAAAAAABU/pghspGFmMr0/s1600-h/Trancoso+065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UwBvmVoFea8/RrZMYkHdRvI/AAAAAAAAABU/pghspGFmMr0/s400/Trancoso+065.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095344013311821554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226069345048389000-8243959097864754262?l=theperfectinstinct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_UwBvmVoFea8/RrZGyEHdRuI/AAAAAAAAABM/t1l9qH0ZMyw/s400/calvin%26hobbesmud.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095337854328719074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226069345048389000-349279696977938667?l=theperfectinstinct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theperfectinstinct.blogspot.com/feeds/349279696977938667/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226069345048389000&amp;postID=349279696977938667&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226069345048389000/posts/default/349279696977938667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226069345048389000/posts/default/349279696977938667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theperfectinstinct.blogspot.com/2007/08/amigos.html' title='Amigos'/><author><name>Instinct</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04731910243244037724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_UwBvmVoFea8/RrZGyEHdRuI/AAAAAAAAABM/t1l9qH0ZMyw/s72-c/calvin%26hobbesmud.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226069345048389000.post-2351542002979055076</id><published>2007-08-05T22:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T22:40:43.667+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Illusion - An erroneous perception of reality</title><content type='html'>1 - Something that deceives by producing a false or misleading impression of reality.&lt;br /&gt;2 - Psychology. a perception, as of visual stimuli (optical illusion), that represents what is perceived in a way different from the way it is in reality.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226069345048389000-2351542002979055076?l=theperfectinstinct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theperfectinstinct.blogspot.com/feeds/2351542002979055076/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226069345048389000&amp;postID=2351542002979055076&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226069345048389000/posts/default/2351542002979055076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226069345048389000.post-8173887525624254117</id><published>2007-08-03T10:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T10:40:41.322+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Férias...</title><content type='html'>Só para informar que são neste momento 10:38 am do dia 03 de agosto de 2007, ou seja, técnicamente, faltam 6h e 22m para eu entrar de férias!!!não é que seja do interesse público...mas eu gosto de partilhar a minha felicidade com o mundo :D!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226069345048389000-8173887525624254117?l=theperfectinstinct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theperfectinstinct.blogspot.com/feeds/8173887525624254117/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226069345048389000&amp;postID=8173887525624254117&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226069345048389000/posts/default/8173887525624254117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226069345048389000/posts/default/8173887525624254117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theperfectinstinct.blogspot.com/2007/08/frias.html' title='Férias...'/><author><name>Instinct</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04731910243244037724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226069345048389000.post-6660246815556418361</id><published>2007-08-03T09:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T09:54:30.794+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Mais um ditado!</title><content type='html'>Ok, isto não é um blog de ditados! mas tendo em conta que não tenho tido muito tempo para postar devido a minha carregadissima agenda profissional e social (lol...pindérico), lembrei-me de mais um ditado:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Não te expliques, os teus amigos não precisam e os teus inimigos não vão perceber!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226069345048389000-6660246815556418361?l=theperfectinstinct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theperfectinstinct.blogspot.com/feeds/6660246815556418361/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226069345048389000&amp;postID=6660246815556418361&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226069345048389000/posts/default/6660246815556418361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226069345048389000/posts/default/6660246815556418361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theperfectinstinct.blogspot.com/2007/08/mais-um-ditado.html' title='Mais um ditado!'/><author><name>Instinct</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04731910243244037724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226069345048389000.post-7190804991525303735</id><published>2007-07-28T00:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T00:40:34.803+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O dom sem ser trabalhado...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UwBvmVoFea8/RqqB4kHdRtI/AAAAAAAAABE/5w6dpJ7wShY/s1600-h/28072007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092025137463379666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UwBvmVoFea8/RqqB4kHdRtI/AAAAAAAAABE/5w6dpJ7wShY/s400/28072007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Há por ai muitas pessoas em Portugal que, apesar de terem jeito para isto ou para aquilo, não seguem o caminho para aquela coisa que têm queda natural sem sequer ter estudado...umas por medo...outras porque tb têm jeito para mais coisas! espero que a ultima opção seja o teu caso :)!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226069345048389000-7190804991525303735?l=theperfectinstinct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theperfectinstinct.blogspot.com/feeds/7190804991525303735/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226069345048389000&amp;postID=7190804991525303735&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226069345048389000/posts/default/7190804991525303735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226069345048389000/posts/default/7190804991525303735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theperfectinstinct.blogspot.com/2007/07/o-dom-sem-ser-trabalhado.html' title='O dom sem ser trabalhado...'/><author><name>Instinct</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04731910243244037724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UwBvmVoFea8/RqqB4kHdRtI/AAAAAAAAABE/5w6dpJ7wShY/s72-c/28072007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226069345048389000.post-7799804147408872795</id><published>2007-07-27T23:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T23:18:58.424+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A musica que define o momento....</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/y8dQP5srrGk"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/y8dQP5srrGk" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É só isso&lt;br /&gt;Não tem mais jeito&lt;br /&gt;Acabou, boa sorte&lt;br /&gt;Não tenho o que dizer&lt;br /&gt;São só palavras&lt;br /&gt;E o que eu sinto&lt;br /&gt;Não mudará&lt;br /&gt;Tudo o que quer me dar&lt;br /&gt;É demais&lt;br /&gt;É pesado&lt;br /&gt;Não há paz&lt;br /&gt;Tudo o que quer de mim&lt;br /&gt;Irreais&lt;br /&gt;Expectativas&lt;br /&gt;Desleais&lt;br /&gt;That's it&lt;br /&gt;There is no way&lt;br /&gt;It's over,&lt;br /&gt;Good luck&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing left to say&lt;br /&gt;It's only words&lt;br /&gt;And what l feel&lt;br /&gt;Won't change&lt;br /&gt;Everything you want to give me&lt;br /&gt;It too much&lt;br /&gt;It's heavy&lt;br /&gt;There is no peace&lt;br /&gt;All you want from me&lt;br /&gt;Isn't realExpectations&lt;br /&gt;Tudo o que quer me dar&lt;br /&gt;É demais&lt;br /&gt;É pesado&lt;br /&gt;Não há paz&lt;br /&gt;Tudo o que quer de mim&lt;br /&gt;IrreaisExpectativas&lt;br /&gt;Desleais&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo, se segure&lt;br /&gt;Quero que se cure&lt;br /&gt;Dessa pessoa&lt;br /&gt;Que o aconselha&lt;br /&gt;Há um desencontro&lt;br /&gt;Veja por esse ponto&lt;br /&gt;Há tantas pessoas especiais&lt;br /&gt;Now even if you hold yourself&lt;br /&gt;I want you to get cured&lt;br /&gt;From this person&lt;br /&gt;Who poisoned you&lt;br /&gt;There is a disconnection&lt;br /&gt;See through this point of view&lt;br /&gt;There are so many special people in the world&lt;br /&gt;so many special people in the world in the world&lt;br /&gt;All you want&lt;br /&gt;All you want&lt;br /&gt;Tudo o que quer me dar /Everything you want to giveme&lt;br /&gt;É demais / It's too much&lt;br /&gt;É pesado / It's heavy&lt;br /&gt;Não há paz / There is no peace&lt;br /&gt;Tudo o que quer de mim / All you want from me&lt;br /&gt;Irreais/ isn't real&lt;br /&gt;Expectativas / Expectations&lt;br /&gt;Desleais&lt;br /&gt;Now we're Falling into the night&lt;br /&gt;Um bom encontro é de dois&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226069345048389000-7799804147408872795?l=theperfectinstinct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theperfectinstinct.blogspot.com/feeds/7799804147408872795/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226069345048389000&amp;postID=7799804147408872795&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226069345048389000/posts/default/7799804147408872795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226069345048389000/posts/default/7799804147408872795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theperfectinstinct.blogspot.com/2007/07/musica-que-define-o-momento.html' title='A musica que define o momento....'/><author><name>Instinct</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04731910243244037724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226069345048389000.post-7391995596898845905</id><published>2007-07-26T16:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T16:12:16.679+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ditado que nem sempre resulta com pessoas...</title><content type='html'>"Água mole em pedra dura tanto bate até que fura!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_UwBvmVoFea8/Rqi41UHdRsI/AAAAAAAAAA8/O1COo5l44Sc/s1600-h/DSC06924.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091522604814911170" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_UwBvmVoFea8/Rqi41UHdRsI/AAAAAAAAAA8/O1COo5l44Sc/s400/DSC06924.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226069345048389000-7391995596898845905?l=theperfectinstinct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theperfectinstinct.blogspot.com/feeds/7391995596898845905/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226069345048389000&amp;postID=7391995596898845905&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226069345048389000/posts/default/7391995596898845905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226069345048389000/posts/default/7391995596898845905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theperfectinstinct.blogspot.com/2007/07/ditado-que-no-resulta-com-pessoas.html' title='Ditado que nem sempre resulta com pessoas...'/><author><name>Instinct</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04731910243244037724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UwBvmVoFea8/Rqi41UHdRsI/AAAAAAAAAA8/O1COo5l44Sc/s72-c/DSC06924.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226069345048389000.post-6655818273182704623</id><published>2007-07-24T20:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T21:04:32.417+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Emigrar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UwBvmVoFea8/RqZbGkHdRrI/AAAAAAAAAA0/NeHlp81QJas/s1600-h/mozambique_map.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090856597121222322" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UwBvmVoFea8/RqZbGkHdRrI/AAAAAAAAAA0/NeHlp81QJas/s400/mozambique_map.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se tentar não pensar naquilo que o nosso pais tem de mau….quais são os motivos que levam uma pessoa a querer sair? Adoptar um novo estilo de vida? Conhecer novas realidades? Conhecer pessoas novas e novos ritmos? O ir para o desconhecido e começar de novo onde ninguém nos conhece? Ter uma experiência que queremos sempre acreditar que vai ser melhor do que a que temos…ou quanto mais não seja….pensar que: “eu vou fazer uma coisa diferente da minha vida! Vou viver de forma diferente do dito “normal”!”.&lt;br /&gt;E o outro lado? O que deixamos cá?...a família e amigos…os hábitos…ok! As pessoas supostamente não as perdemos, só perdemos as que já estavam destinadas a perder porque nunca realmente pertenceram ao nosso mundo! Mas e se ficássemos cá? Será que não iriam entrar de forma definitiva no nosso mundo? E as que pertencem por direito…não corremos o risco de voltarmos e já não ser o mesmo?&lt;br /&gt;Se pensarmos nos outros não saímos do mesmo…se pensarmos em nós e no que desejamos há a incógnita do ir ou não, porque nunca se tem a certeza de que quando voltamos as pessoas que interessam estão cá para nós da mesma forma….&lt;br /&gt;Mi gusta do desconhecido…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226069345048389000-6655818273182704623?l=theperfectinstinct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theperfectinstinct.blogspot.com/feeds/6655818273182704623/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226069345048389000&amp;postID=6655818273182704623&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226069345048389000/posts/default/6655818273182704623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226069345048389000/posts/default/6655818273182704623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theperfectinstinct.blogspot.com/2007/07/emigrar.html' title='Emigrar'/><author><name>Instinct</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04731910243244037724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UwBvmVoFea8/RqZbGkHdRrI/AAAAAAAAAA0/NeHlp81QJas/s72-c/mozambique_map.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226069345048389000.post-6357243700252622338</id><published>2007-07-22T23:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T23:12:03.245+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Mais um post em memória de um fds de excessos...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UwBvmVoFea8/RqPWEUHdRpI/AAAAAAAAAAk/5TNw1311izE/s1600-h/calvin1.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090147373466601106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UwBvmVoFea8/RqPWEUHdRpI/AAAAAAAAAAk/5TNw1311izE/s400/calvin1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_UwBvmVoFea8/RqPWEkHdRqI/AAAAAAAAAAs/5da8fQailNc/s1600-h/Calvin%20And%20Hobbes.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226069345048389000-6357243700252622338?l=theperfectinstinct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theperfectinstinct.blogspot.com/feeds/6357243700252622338/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226069345048389000&amp;postID=6357243700252622338&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226069345048389000/posts/default/6357243700252622338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226069345048389000/posts/default/6357243700252622338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theperfectinstinct.blogspot.com/2007/07/mais-um-post-em-memria-de-um-fds-de.html' title='Mais um post em memória de um fds de excessos...'/><author><name>Instinct</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04731910243244037724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UwBvmVoFea8/RqPWEUHdRpI/AAAAAAAAAAk/5TNw1311izE/s72-c/calvin1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226069345048389000.post-2478911534623590708</id><published>2007-07-22T15:13:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T15:15:24.727+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Para os verdadeiros apreciadores...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UwBvmVoFea8/RqNmcUHdRoI/AAAAAAAAAAc/6eutnOXjThs/s1600-h/Jack%20Daniels.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090024640481150594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UwBvmVoFea8/RqNmcUHdRoI/AAAAAAAAAAc/6eutnOXjThs/s400/Jack%2520Daniels.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226069345048389000-2478911534623590708?l=theperfectinstinct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theperfectinstinct.blogspot.com/feeds/2478911534623590708/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226069345048389000&amp;postID=2478911534623590708&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226069345048389000/posts/default/2478911534623590708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226069345048389000/posts/default/2478911534623590708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theperfectinstinct.blogspot.com/2007/07/para-os-verdadeiros-apreciadores.html' title='Para os verdadeiros apreciadores...'/><author><name>Instinct</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04731910243244037724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UwBvmVoFea8/RqNmcUHdRoI/AAAAAAAAAAc/6eutnOXjThs/s72-c/Jack%2520Daniels.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226069345048389000.post-7325933072499068242</id><published>2007-07-18T21:15:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T21:17:47.307+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Já a minha avó me dizia...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;"Deus deu-te duas orelhas e uma boca foi para ouvires mais do que aquilo que falas..."&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_UwBvmVoFea8/Rp51NIWkgAI/AAAAAAAAAAU/VVExvxni_uk/s1600-h/calvin20031114.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088633497416138754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_UwBvmVoFea8/Rp51NIWkgAI/AAAAAAAAAAU/VVExvxni_uk/s400/calvin20031114.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226069345048389000-7325933072499068242?l=theperfectinstinct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theperfectinstinct.blogspot.com/feeds/7325933072499068242/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226069345048389000&amp;postID=7325933072499068242&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226069345048389000/posts/default/7325933072499068242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226069345048389000/posts/default/7325933072499068242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theperfectinstinct.blogspot.com/2007/07/j-minha-av-me-dizia.html' title='Já a minha avó me dizia...'/><author><name>Instinct</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04731910243244037724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UwBvmVoFea8/Rp51NIWkgAI/AAAAAAAAAAU/VVExvxni_uk/s72-c/calvin20031114.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226069345048389000.post-3120902577066285853</id><published>2007-07-17T22:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T08:30:36.575+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Workaolics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UwBvmVoFea8/Rp0vEIWkf_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-_HRNPgOn4Q/s1600-h/195246289.img"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088274902006661106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_UwBvmVoFea8/Rp0vEIWkf_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-_HRNPgOn4Q/s320/195246289.img" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ora aqui está mais um tema engraçado! Quantos de nós não saímos da faculdade com sonhos de carreira ambiciosos? Ou quantos de nós, que mesmo não estudando, sonha em atingir um patamar que lhe proporcione respeito e pequenos (?) prazeres que o dinheiro pode proporcionar?&lt;br /&gt;A sociedade e o consumismo estimula as pessoas a quererem ter o que nunca vão conseguir ter, ou pelo menos para o terem têm que sacrificar mais do que o seu real valor. As pessoas cada vez mais ficam obcecadas com a “grande carreira” e não vêm que ao relegar para segundo plano pessoas e vivências que devem de ser vividas na altura certa estão a desprezar o melhor que há na vida…a família … os amigos… e o próprio prazer de desfrutar o que se conseguiu obter através do trabalho.&lt;br /&gt;Por muito que me tentem explicar (nunca ninguém o tentou…), eu acho que nunca vou conseguir perceber qual é o prazer de estar a trabalhar até as duas da manhã e mal falar com a pessoa que está ao lado…será que essa noite não seria bem melhor passada com amigos ou família? a recompensa que obtemos com isso é compensatória? é isso que traz a realização profissional? Desde que comecei a trabalhar que penso que primeiro está a satisfação da vida pessoal e só depois a realização profissional…espero não me dar mal!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226069345048389000-3120902577066285853?l=theperfectinstinct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theperfectinstinct.blogspot.com/feeds/3120902577066285853/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226069345048389000&amp;postID=3120902577066285853&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226069345048389000/posts/default/3120902577066285853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226069345048389000/posts/default/3120902577066285853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theperfectinstinct.blogspot.com/2007/07/workaolics.html' title='Workaolics'/><author><name>Instinct</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04731910243244037724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_UwBvmVoFea8/Rp0vEIWkf_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-_HRNPgOn4Q/s72-c/195246289.img' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226069345048389000.post-4708695013349852658</id><published>2007-07-16T20:53:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T20:55:47.653+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Leis da vida...</title><content type='html'>" Se és capaz de sorrir quando tudo correu mal, então é porque já descobriste em quem por as culpas!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226069345048389000-4708695013349852658?l=theperfectinstinct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theperfectinstinct.blogspot.com/feeds/4708695013349852658/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226069345048389000&amp;postID=4708695013349852658&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226069345048389000/posts/default/4708695013349852658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226069345048389000/posts/default/4708695013349852658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theperfectinstinct.blogspot.com/2007/07/leis-da-vida.html' title='Leis da vida...'/><author><name>Instinct</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04731910243244037724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226069345048389000.post-8393233037841227815</id><published>2007-07-16T15:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T15:27:22.078+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Demografia...</title><content type='html'>…algures no Alto Alentejo em algumas barragens que por lá se podem encontrar, podemos observar uma espécie de pedra de inauguração que informa basicamente que o Dr.º Oliveira Salazar mandou construir as ditas cujas como forma de dinamização da economia local e nacional; por motivos estratégicos de defesa do pais e pela fixação da população local, evitando desta forma o êxodo rural. Não, não sou a favor do Salazar! O problema para mim são as estatísticas que são divulgadas e que informam que cada vez mais temos excesso de população nas cidades Vs desertificação do interior e o que se faz para combater este problema?! Até a alminha santa do Salazar tomou medidas para evitar esta situação….e actualmente o que é que se faz? Fecham-se escolas…centros de saúde…maternidades… D. Afonso Henriques deve de andar as voltas na campa! Tanto trabalho a conquistar o país aos mouros para agora nascermos espanhóis porque não há dinheiro para manter uma maternidade aberta em Badajoz. O mais engraçado é que temos problemas com a escassez de bebés e cada vez mais se torna complicado um casal ter mais que um filho, porque simplesmente não há condições para os ter…já os nuestros hermanos asseguram 2.500€ por descendente, não é muito mas é qualquer coisa!&lt;br /&gt; Mas vamos pensar positivo…nem tudo é mau! Não temos dinheiro para manter os serviços básicos assegurados para os “Tugas de 2ª classe”, mas temos o suficiente para assumirmos a Presidência Europeia! E assim pelo menos conseguimos que a nossa polícia receba novas viaturas e novas fardas (pagas pelos próprios) para fazer boa figura junto das altas figuras europeias! Maravilha de pais o nosso :D!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A isto chama-se um post de protesto/revolta :D!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226069345048389000-8393233037841227815?l=theperfectinstinct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theperfectinstinct.blogspot.com/feeds/8393233037841227815/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226069345048389000&amp;postID=8393233037841227815&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226069345048389000/posts/default/8393233037841227815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226069345048389000/posts/default/8393233037841227815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theperfectinstinct.blogspot.com/2007/07/demografia.html' title='Demografia...'/><author><name>Instinct</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04731910243244037724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226069345048389000.post-1540158565528963932</id><published>2007-07-15T20:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T21:03:55.027+01:00</updated><title type='text'>First day of his life...</title><content type='html'>Quando não se tem muito para fazer e não se quer pensar em demasia....criamos blogs! desta forma partilhamos com os outros a nossa forma de combate ao tédio :D!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1226069345048389000-1540158565528963932?l=theperfectinstinct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theperfectinstinct.blogspot.com/feeds/1540158565528963932/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1226069345048389000&amp;postID=1540158565528963932&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226069345048389000/posts/default/1540158565528963932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1226069345048389000/posts/default/1540158565528963932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theperfectinstinct.blogspot.com/2007/07/first-day-of-his-life.html' title='First day of his life...'/><author><name>Instinct</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04731910243244037724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
