<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3986687483344637728</id><updated>2011-09-22T23:01:31.045+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Crítica no Feminino</title><subtitle type='html'>&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; "Maybe some women aren't meant to be tamed. Maybe they need to run free until they find someone just as wild to run with." &lt;br&gt; Carrie Bradshaw</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criticanofeminino.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986687483344637728/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criticanofeminino.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986687483344637728/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Mi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04891542632460038823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jOCA1k-vovs/S6LA6fzm4vI/AAAAAAAAADs/JfADntk0KLE/S220/katemoss16.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>172</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3986687483344637728.post-2605352148640431316</id><published>2011-08-07T16:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-07T16:59:29.209+01:00</updated><title type='text'>a ler...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;estou cada vez mais rendida a esta "nova geração" de escritores portugueses. eu, e a avaliar pelos prémios que têm ganho e o reconhecimento que têm tido, o mundo inteiro também. estou a falar daquele "grupo" de escritores que ganhou o prémio literário José Saramago - joão tordo, valter hugo mãe, gonçalo m. tavares, josé luís peixoto...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;terminei há pouco de ler "hotel memória" do joão tordo (o terceiro livro que leio dele) e, mais uma vez, não desiludiu, com a sua escrita leve mas com peso suficiente para nos manter agarrados à história.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;o livro que se segue é, então, "o remorso de baltazar serapião" do valter hugo mãe. e é este o motivo porque este post foi escrito em minúsculas (só não tive coragem para escrever o nome de Saramago em minúsculas)! se bem que consta que o próximo livro dele já terá letras maiúsculas. esperamos para ver... e ler!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3986687483344637728-2605352148640431316?l=criticanofeminino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criticanofeminino.blogspot.com/feeds/2605352148640431316/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3986687483344637728&amp;postID=2605352148640431316&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986687483344637728/posts/default/2605352148640431316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986687483344637728/posts/default/2605352148640431316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criticanofeminino.blogspot.com/2011/08/ler.html' title='a ler...'/><author><name>Mi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04891542632460038823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jOCA1k-vovs/S6LA6fzm4vI/AAAAAAAAADs/JfADntk0KLE/S220/katemoss16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3986687483344637728.post-131687552891357913</id><published>2011-08-01T22:20:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T22:22:09.264+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Coisas do dia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje estreia a nova temporada do "5 para a meia-noite", com pessoínhas novas a apresentar e tudo. E dá a que horas? 00:43! Ora, minha gente, a essa hora eu estou mais do que a dormir. Até posso tentar manter-me acordada, mas já há muito que, em dia de semana, não consigo passar além das 00:30, e não me parece que hoje vá ser&amp;nbsp;excepção.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Bem que podiam passar o programa precisamente às 5 para a meia-noite, aí eu ainda&amp;nbsp;teria alguma esperança. E sim, eu sei que posso gravar, mas não é a mesma coisa...!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Passando a outro assunto que marca o dia, alguém me explica como é que o Benfica conseguiu vender o Roberto por 8,6 milhões?! Será que ninguém no Saragoça assistiu aos jogos do Benfica na época passada?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3986687483344637728-131687552891357913?l=criticanofeminino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criticanofeminino.blogspot.com/feeds/131687552891357913/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3986687483344637728&amp;postID=131687552891357913&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986687483344637728/posts/default/131687552891357913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986687483344637728/posts/default/131687552891357913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criticanofeminino.blogspot.com/2011/08/coisas-do-dia.html' title='Coisas do dia'/><author><name>Mi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04891542632460038823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jOCA1k-vovs/S6LA6fzm4vI/AAAAAAAAADs/JfADntk0KLE/S220/katemoss16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3986687483344637728.post-5091167199146400916</id><published>2011-07-31T16:01:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T16:01:48.273+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Não Compre, Adopte</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/QAg7f4-Q90U?rel=0" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque nunca é demais sensibilizar para este assunto...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3986687483344637728-5091167199146400916?l=criticanofeminino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criticanofeminino.blogspot.com/feeds/5091167199146400916/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3986687483344637728&amp;postID=5091167199146400916&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986687483344637728/posts/default/5091167199146400916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986687483344637728/posts/default/5091167199146400916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criticanofeminino.blogspot.com/2011/07/nao-compre-adopte.html' title='Não Compre, Adopte'/><author><name>Mi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04891542632460038823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jOCA1k-vovs/S6LA6fzm4vI/AAAAAAAAADs/JfADntk0KLE/S220/katemoss16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/QAg7f4-Q90U/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3986687483344637728.post-3062573621334921306</id><published>2011-07-28T22:34:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-28T22:34:01.295+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Quando as terças-feiras parecem sextas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Estou a ter uma semana DAQUELAS! Tenho a certeza que&amp;nbsp;praticamente toda a gente sabe como é...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Cheguei a terça-feira e já me sentia como se fosse sexta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Não no sentido em que já está a chegar o fim de semana e eu estou toda entusiasmada, mas no sentido em que já estava tão cansada que parecia que tinha trabalhado uma semana inteira, e só tinha trabalhado dois dias. E o calor que tem estado nestes últimos dias não tem ajudado nadinha (a empresa onde estou não tem ar condicionado, portanto estão a ver como é lá dentro quando estão 30 graus... uma autêntica sauna!).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E andando assim tão atabalhoada de trabalho, nem tenho estado a par dos últimos filmes. Sugestões de algum filme recente e que valha a pena ver? (By the way... alguém sabe quando estreia em Portugal o último do Woody Allen - Midnight in Paris?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3986687483344637728-3062573621334921306?l=criticanofeminino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criticanofeminino.blogspot.com/feeds/3062573621334921306/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3986687483344637728&amp;postID=3062573621334921306&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986687483344637728/posts/default/3062573621334921306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986687483344637728/posts/default/3062573621334921306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criticanofeminino.blogspot.com/2011/07/quando-as-tercas-feiras-parecem-sextas.html' title='Quando as terças-feiras parecem sextas'/><author><name>Mi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04891542632460038823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jOCA1k-vovs/S6LA6fzm4vI/AAAAAAAAADs/JfADntk0KLE/S220/katemoss16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3986687483344637728.post-3764696376041871054</id><published>2011-07-24T14:57:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T14:57:12.953+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Some unholy war, you were fighting for...</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/bN_sWf7g9OE?rel=0" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3986687483344637728-3764696376041871054?l=criticanofeminino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criticanofeminino.blogspot.com/feeds/3764696376041871054/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3986687483344637728&amp;postID=3764696376041871054&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986687483344637728/posts/default/3764696376041871054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986687483344637728/posts/default/3764696376041871054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criticanofeminino.blogspot.com/2011/07/some-unholy-war-you-were-fighting-for.html' title='Some unholy war, you were fighting for...'/><author><name>Mi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04891542632460038823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jOCA1k-vovs/S6LA6fzm4vI/AAAAAAAAADs/JfADntk0KLE/S220/katemoss16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/bN_sWf7g9OE/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3986687483344637728.post-7480841772447947763</id><published>2011-07-17T20:45:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T20:45:29.406+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Há coisas que não se fazem...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E uma delas, imperdoável, é o Festival de Curtas de Vila do Conde ter trazido o Louis Garrel cá, sem o anunciar previamente, assim de surpresa!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MMtSGjNhxOA/TiM6JCeXB1I/AAAAAAAAAKU/YU4H2KpJvwA/s1600/louis+garrel+curtas.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MMtSGjNhxOA/TiM6JCeXB1I/AAAAAAAAAKU/YU4H2KpJvwA/s320/louis+garrel+curtas.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Isto é coisa que não se faz por dois motivos:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1º - Imagino-me toda feliz e contente com os meus amigos nas curtas, quando de repente me aparece à frente o Louis Garrel. O que seria mais provável acontecer? Pois claro, eu cair para o lado e ter que ir para o hospital;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2º - (e isto foi o que verdadeiramente aconteceu) Eu estar em casa, com o Louis Garrel em carne e osso a 10 minutos de minha casa, em perfeita ignorância, e depois ir ao facebook e deparar-me com isto:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/media/set/?set=a.10150243058899077.331008.44405229076"&gt;http://www.facebook.com/media/set/?set=a.10150243058899077.331008.44405229076&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Não se faz... Não se faz...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pessoal das curtas, na próxima edição não façam surpresas destas, pode ser? O meu coraçãozinho agradece.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3986687483344637728-7480841772447947763?l=criticanofeminino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criticanofeminino.blogspot.com/feeds/7480841772447947763/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3986687483344637728&amp;postID=7480841772447947763&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986687483344637728/posts/default/7480841772447947763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986687483344637728/posts/default/7480841772447947763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criticanofeminino.blogspot.com/2011/07/ha-coisas-que-nao-se-fazem.html' title='Há coisas que não se fazem...'/><author><name>Mi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04891542632460038823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jOCA1k-vovs/S6LA6fzm4vI/AAAAAAAAADs/JfADntk0KLE/S220/katemoss16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MMtSGjNhxOA/TiM6JCeXB1I/AAAAAAAAAKU/YU4H2KpJvwA/s72-c/louis+garrel+curtas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3986687483344637728.post-20935031793998304</id><published>2011-07-17T16:40:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T16:40:37.075+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Mais um regresso...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais um período de ausência e mais um regresso :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Peço desculpa pela ausência. Mas nesta fase final do Mestrado+Estágio fiquei mesmo muito sobrecarregada em termos de horários, passando também por um período em que o ânimo foi bastante abaixo, o que resultou em que&amp;nbsp;deixasse o blogue um pouco para trás.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mas... o Mestrado está concluído, com um belo de um 17 (clap, clap, clap), estou empregada na empresa onde realizei o estágio (clap, clap, clap), e com grande vontade neste início de uma nova fase na minha vida! &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3986687483344637728-20935031793998304?l=criticanofeminino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criticanofeminino.blogspot.com/feeds/20935031793998304/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3986687483344637728&amp;postID=20935031793998304&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986687483344637728/posts/default/20935031793998304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986687483344637728/posts/default/20935031793998304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criticanofeminino.blogspot.com/2011/07/mais-um-regresso.html' title='Mais um regresso...'/><author><name>Mi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04891542632460038823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jOCA1k-vovs/S6LA6fzm4vI/AAAAAAAAADs/JfADntk0KLE/S220/katemoss16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3986687483344637728.post-9202064869405125079</id><published>2011-04-18T22:48:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T22:48:21.580+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Do charme francês</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6lbfzx-HUvA/TayvGxvS40I/AAAAAAAAAKI/XoabEX2SMcU/s1600/guillaume-cover415.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6lbfzx-HUvA/TayvGxvS40I/AAAAAAAAAKI/XoabEX2SMcU/s320/guillaume-cover415.jpg" width="301" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Penso que anteriormente já por aqui deixei os meus suspiros pelo charme do Louis Garrel, que até me deixou com vontade de ver mais e mais cinema francês. E agora, depois de ver o &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1294688/"&gt;Last Night&lt;/a&gt;, fiquei derretida com o sorriso deste Guillaume Canet, também ele francês. É ver para crer!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;E mesmo que não tivesse o sorriso do Guillaume, continuava a valer a pena ver o filme. Um enredo interessante, com tanto de verdadeiro que até dói.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3986687483344637728-9202064869405125079?l=criticanofeminino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criticanofeminino.blogspot.com/feeds/9202064869405125079/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3986687483344637728&amp;postID=9202064869405125079&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986687483344637728/posts/default/9202064869405125079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986687483344637728/posts/default/9202064869405125079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criticanofeminino.blogspot.com/2011/04/do-charme-frances.html' title='Do charme francês'/><author><name>Mi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04891542632460038823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jOCA1k-vovs/S6LA6fzm4vI/AAAAAAAAADs/JfADntk0KLE/S220/katemoss16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6lbfzx-HUvA/TayvGxvS40I/AAAAAAAAAKI/XoabEX2SMcU/s72-c/guillaume-cover415.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3986687483344637728.post-3723191308862135597</id><published>2011-04-14T22:40:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T22:40:56.320+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Twiggy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bem sei que este blog anda a maior seca ultimamente! Mas não tenho tido grande tempo para "pensar" sequer... Melhores dias virão!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Contudo, não me esqueço do prometido. Aqui está mais uma das cores da colecção Pop4You da Risqué, o Twiggy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KsvfUf8LSOw/TadoyBlDjVI/AAAAAAAAAKE/onJDdxD9Jow/s1600/IMG_0115.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KsvfUf8LSOw/TadoyBlDjVI/AAAAAAAAAKE/onJDdxD9Jow/s320/IMG_0115.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;É um tom coral, que ficou ligeiramente mais alaranjado na foto do que aquilo que realmente é. Também, como o Tubinho, tem acabamento mate. Adoro o tom do verniz, mas o que me aconteceu foi que descascou muito rápido mesmo! No terceiro dia já estava a pedir para ser retirado... Ainda assim, acho que a cor e o acabamento valem a pena.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3986687483344637728-3723191308862135597?l=criticanofeminino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criticanofeminino.blogspot.com/feeds/3723191308862135597/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3986687483344637728&amp;postID=3723191308862135597&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986687483344637728/posts/default/3723191308862135597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986687483344637728/posts/default/3723191308862135597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criticanofeminino.blogspot.com/2011/04/twiggy.html' title='Twiggy'/><author><name>Mi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04891542632460038823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jOCA1k-vovs/S6LA6fzm4vI/AAAAAAAAADs/JfADntk0KLE/S220/katemoss16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KsvfUf8LSOw/TadoyBlDjVI/AAAAAAAAAKE/onJDdxD9Jow/s72-c/IMG_0115.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3986687483344637728.post-5239932262285341965</id><published>2011-04-11T22:50:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T22:51:25.665+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Shop Mi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Meninas, mais novidades em:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://shop-mi.blogspot.com/"&gt;Shop Mi&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3986687483344637728-5239932262285341965?l=criticanofeminino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criticanofeminino.blogspot.com/feeds/5239932262285341965/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3986687483344637728&amp;postID=5239932262285341965&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986687483344637728/posts/default/5239932262285341965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986687483344637728/posts/default/5239932262285341965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criticanofeminino.blogspot.com/2011/04/shop-mi_11.html' title='Shop Mi'/><author><name>Mi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04891542632460038823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jOCA1k-vovs/S6LA6fzm4vI/AAAAAAAAADs/JfADntk0KLE/S220/katemoss16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3986687483344637728.post-1677928078877575853</id><published>2011-04-09T13:27:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-09T13:28:03.752+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Raios</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Raios para este tempo! Durante a semana, está um forno que quase derreto dentro da empresa... Chega o fim de semana, fica este tempo nhenhento...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;De qualquer das formas, bom fim de semana :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3986687483344637728-1677928078877575853?l=criticanofeminino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criticanofeminino.blogspot.com/feeds/1677928078877575853/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3986687483344637728&amp;postID=1677928078877575853&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986687483344637728/posts/default/1677928078877575853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986687483344637728/posts/default/1677928078877575853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criticanofeminino.blogspot.com/2011/04/raios.html' title='Raios'/><author><name>Mi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04891542632460038823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jOCA1k-vovs/S6LA6fzm4vI/AAAAAAAAADs/JfADntk0KLE/S220/katemoss16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3986687483344637728.post-2790940003785798418</id><published>2011-04-05T22:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T22:46:36.132+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tubinho</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Finalmente experimentei um dos vernizinhos que vos mostrei da colecção Pop4U da Risqué, o Tubinho, e, como prometido, vou mostrar o resultado!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZdC_IcdjkAA/TZuMm8bJZTI/AAAAAAAAAJo/ppDIm9lwT1E/s1600/IMG_0106.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZdC_IcdjkAA/TZuMm8bJZTI/AAAAAAAAAJo/ppDIm9lwT1E/s320/IMG_0106.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Quando falei destes vernizes disse que estava curiosa por nunca ter experimentado nenhum verniz com acabamento mate. Pois bem, adorei! Acho que fica lindo, lindo, lindo. Quando terminei de as pintar pareceu-me que não ia ficar muito uniforme o acabamento, mas depois de seco, ficou perfeitinho!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Recomendo :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3986687483344637728-2790940003785798418?l=criticanofeminino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criticanofeminino.blogspot.com/feeds/2790940003785798418/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3986687483344637728&amp;postID=2790940003785798418&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986687483344637728/posts/default/2790940003785798418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986687483344637728/posts/default/2790940003785798418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criticanofeminino.blogspot.com/2011/04/tubinho.html' title='Tubinho'/><author><name>Mi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04891542632460038823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jOCA1k-vovs/S6LA6fzm4vI/AAAAAAAAADs/JfADntk0KLE/S220/katemoss16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZdC_IcdjkAA/TZuMm8bJZTI/AAAAAAAAAJo/ppDIm9lwT1E/s72-c/IMG_0106.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3986687483344637728.post-2610523484959834465</id><published>2011-04-03T16:48:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T16:51:15.784+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Shop Mi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Acho que todas as mulheres me percebem quando digo que tenho no meu armário imensas peças de roupa que comprei e nunca cheguei a usar, ou usei apenas uma vez ou duas. O resultado dessas compras "impulsivas" é que praticamente já não tenho espaço no armário e nas gavetas para mais roupa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Decidi, então, criar um "espaço" para partilhar com vocês algumas das peças que estão cá em casa só a ocupar espaço basicamente.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Os preços praticados serão sempre mais ou menos metade do valor a que os comprei, e o máximo de utilização que terão deverá ser duas vezes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Para comprarem, basta enviar-me um e-mail ou deixar um comentário no respectivo post. O pagamento será feito por transferência bancária, e enviarei a peça assim que receber o comprovativo da transferência, que podem enviar por e-mail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://shop-mi.blogspot.com/"&gt;SHOP MI&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3986687483344637728-2610523484959834465?l=criticanofeminino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criticanofeminino.blogspot.com/feeds/2610523484959834465/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3986687483344637728&amp;postID=2610523484959834465&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986687483344637728/posts/default/2610523484959834465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986687483344637728/posts/default/2610523484959834465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criticanofeminino.blogspot.com/2011/04/shop-mi.html' title='Shop Mi'/><author><name>Mi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04891542632460038823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jOCA1k-vovs/S6LA6fzm4vI/AAAAAAAAADs/JfADntk0KLE/S220/katemoss16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3986687483344637728.post-6694646731219966128</id><published>2011-03-30T23:03:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T23:03:56.723+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A Ler...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como podem ver aqui ao lado, o livrinho que estou a ler tem nova cara!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Terminei "A insustentável leveza do ser" de Milan Kundera. Lembram-se de ter dito que era uma leitura obrigatória que eu ainda não tinha feito? Pois bem, so glad I did! E aconselho-vos a fazer o mesmo... E é tão "fácil" de ler!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Agora comecei a ler "O ano da morte de Ricardo Reis", de José Saramago. A edição que estou a ler é a mesma que tenho ali na imagem, e tem um grande inconveniente, a letra demasiado miudinha! Cheira-me que quando o terminar tenho de aumentar a graduação das minhas lentes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3986687483344637728-6694646731219966128?l=criticanofeminino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criticanofeminino.blogspot.com/feeds/6694646731219966128/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3986687483344637728&amp;postID=6694646731219966128&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986687483344637728/posts/default/6694646731219966128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986687483344637728/posts/default/6694646731219966128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criticanofeminino.blogspot.com/2011/03/ler_30.html' title='A Ler...'/><author><name>Mi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04891542632460038823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jOCA1k-vovs/S6LA6fzm4vI/AAAAAAAAADs/JfADntk0KLE/S220/katemoss16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3986687483344637728.post-2958342453791101890</id><published>2011-03-26T15:54:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-03-26T15:54:18.569Z</updated><title type='text'>Colecção Pop4You da Risqué</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-3hCu66OPyrY/TY4LVD6diYI/AAAAAAAAAJE/csJQarm41e8/s1600/IMG_0103.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-3hCu66OPyrY/TY4LVD6diYI/AAAAAAAAAJE/csJQarm41e8/s320/IMG_0103.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Finalmente tenho em minha posse os vernizinhos da colecção Pop4You da Risqué, já andava a babar por eles há tanto tempo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Tenho o Pop, o Tubinho e o Twiggy. Todos eles são foscos. Nunca experimentei nenhum verniz fosco, portanto, estou bastante curiosa para ver o resultado. Senão me agradar, posso sempre passar uma camada de verniz de brilho em cima!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Ainda não experimentei nenhum deles, mas conforme os for usando, vou-vos mostrando o resultado ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3986687483344637728-2958342453791101890?l=criticanofeminino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criticanofeminino.blogspot.com/feeds/2958342453791101890/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3986687483344637728&amp;postID=2958342453791101890&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986687483344637728/posts/default/2958342453791101890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986687483344637728/posts/default/2958342453791101890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criticanofeminino.blogspot.com/2011/03/coleccao-pop4you-da-risque.html' title='Colecção Pop4You da Risqué'/><author><name>Mi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04891542632460038823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jOCA1k-vovs/S6LA6fzm4vI/AAAAAAAAADs/JfADntk0KLE/S220/katemoss16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-3hCu66OPyrY/TY4LVD6diYI/AAAAAAAAAJE/csJQarm41e8/s72-c/IMG_0103.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3986687483344637728.post-364145356931705232</id><published>2011-03-24T22:29:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-03-24T22:29:18.127Z</updated><title type='text'>Um café e um pastel de nata</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pois que eu descobri há umas semanas atrás o prazer de um café e um pastel de nata...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Digo "descobri" porque quando era miúda, vá-se lá perceber porquê, não gostava nadinha nadinha de pastéis de nata. Portanto, estive 23 anos da minha vida sem ter mais essa tentação, pois estava convencida de que não gostava.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Há umas semanas atrás, estava eu preparada para pedir o cafézinho da praxe, quando troquei olhares com um belo de um pastel de nata... Maldita a hora em que resolvi dizer: "Quero um café e um pastel de nata, se faz favor"...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Agora, tem sido todos os dias um cafézinho e um pastel de nata, não consigo resistir à troca de olhares que se estabelece entre mim e o pastel de nata sempre que vou pedir um café.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A celulite agradece :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3986687483344637728-364145356931705232?l=criticanofeminino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criticanofeminino.blogspot.com/feeds/364145356931705232/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3986687483344637728&amp;postID=364145356931705232&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986687483344637728/posts/default/364145356931705232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986687483344637728/posts/default/364145356931705232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criticanofeminino.blogspot.com/2011/03/um-cafe-e-um-pastel-de-nata.html' title='Um café e um pastel de nata'/><author><name>Mi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04891542632460038823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jOCA1k-vovs/S6LA6fzm4vI/AAAAAAAAADs/JfADntk0KLE/S220/katemoss16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3986687483344637728.post-720717726363770120</id><published>2011-03-20T12:54:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-03-20T12:55:05.203Z</updated><title type='text'>Fatal Red</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nunca tinha feito um &lt;i&gt;swatch&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;aqui no blog. Mas há dias para tudo! E hoje vou-vos apresentar o batom vermelho que tenho usado. (Eu sei que a qualidade das fotos é &lt;i&gt;shitty&lt;/i&gt;, mas a falta de experiência neste tipo de fotos é no que dá...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-4A7Xcjg36MY/TYX23Vzqh2I/AAAAAAAAAI8/HkbVTjAhvvk/s1600/IMG_0052.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-4A7Xcjg36MY/TYX23Vzqh2I/AAAAAAAAAI8/HkbVTjAhvvk/s320/IMG_0052.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;O batom é o Fatal Red 530 Color Sensational da Maybelline New York.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-3H6VuLb1Q6I/TYX3ZG-H-0I/AAAAAAAAAJA/6CV1sKXgAp0/s1600/IMG_0086.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-3H6VuLb1Q6I/TYX3ZG-H-0I/AAAAAAAAAJA/6CV1sKXgAp0/s320/IMG_0086.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;E este é o resultado nos lábios! Eu estou muito satisfeita com ele, tem uma boa cobertura e dá uma hidratação razoável.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Na foto não usei &lt;i&gt;lipliner&lt;/i&gt;, mas normalmente uso o da Bourjois, na cor Rouge Soyeux 20.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ainda não consegui foi encontrar o batom &lt;i&gt;pink&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;perfeito para a primavera e verão. Alguém tem sugestões? (Que não tenham preços obscenos, por favor! Que aqui a Mi ainda está num estágio não remunerado e tem as propinas do Mestrado para pagar.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3986687483344637728-720717726363770120?l=criticanofeminino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criticanofeminino.blogspot.com/feeds/720717726363770120/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3986687483344637728&amp;postID=720717726363770120&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986687483344637728/posts/default/720717726363770120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986687483344637728/posts/default/720717726363770120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criticanofeminino.blogspot.com/2011/03/fatal-red.html' title='Fatal Red'/><author><name>Mi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04891542632460038823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jOCA1k-vovs/S6LA6fzm4vI/AAAAAAAAADs/JfADntk0KLE/S220/katemoss16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-4A7Xcjg36MY/TYX23Vzqh2I/AAAAAAAAAI8/HkbVTjAhvvk/s72-c/IMG_0052.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3986687483344637728.post-4391688124493516068</id><published>2011-03-17T22:40:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-03-17T22:40:39.359Z</updated><title type='text'>In the mood for...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/gFiwfZK7ro4?rel=0" title="YouTube video player" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Nothing unusual, nothing's changed&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Just a little older that's all"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3986687483344637728-4391688124493516068?l=criticanofeminino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criticanofeminino.blogspot.com/feeds/4391688124493516068/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3986687483344637728&amp;postID=4391688124493516068&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986687483344637728/posts/default/4391688124493516068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986687483344637728/posts/default/4391688124493516068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criticanofeminino.blogspot.com/2011/03/in-mood-for.html' title='In the mood for...'/><author><name>Mi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04891542632460038823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jOCA1k-vovs/S6LA6fzm4vI/AAAAAAAAADs/JfADntk0KLE/S220/katemoss16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/gFiwfZK7ro4/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3986687483344637728.post-7661778637701135262</id><published>2011-03-13T19:49:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-03-13T19:49:24.355Z</updated><title type='text'>Sobre a manif da "Geração à rasca"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Era inevitável para mim fazer um comentário sobre este tema. Porque não se fala de outra coisa em Portugal (vá, para além da Moda Lisboa, do sismo/tsunami no Japão e de futebol - como sempre). Mas, e principalmente, porque mexe com assuntos que me revolvem as entranhas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Começo por dizer que fiquei muito orgulhosa do nosso povo, por ter aderido em massa a este protesto, indo contra a ideia de conformismo há muito tempo no nosso país instalada. Acho que foi um grande feito toda a união que se criou entre os portugueses, porque deixou de ser um protesto de uma geração, para passar a ser um protesto de todas as gerações.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mas, e apesar do meu balanço do dia de ontem ser positivo, receio que não vá ter grandes resultados. E o principal motivo para esse meu receio é uma das grandes bandeiras deste movimento, o seu "apartidarismo". Sim, podemos expressar a nossa revolta nas ruas. Mas, na minha opinião, o melhor sítio para expressar a nossa revolta é nas urnas, quando houver eleições. Aí sim, temos a faca e o queijo nas nossas mãos. Aí sim, o poder é do povo. E não é a votar em branco ou com abstenção que vamos conseguir a mudança de que tanto se fala. É por isso que tenho medo desse "apartidarismo" tão proclamado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Na minha opinião (que é uma opinião como qualquer outra, pois não sou dona da razão), as coisas só vão mudar se as pessoas se lembrarem dos motivos que as levaram a sair de casa no dia 12 de Março de 2011, pensarem em quais foram os partidos que levaram o país a esta situação, e quando chegar à hora de eleger o próximo governo não votar neles. Porque tão culpado pelo estado do país como o governo é o povo que elegeu esse governo. Não vale a pena continuar a&amp;nbsp;lamuriar-nos, a fazer manifestações, se vamos continuar neste ping-pong entre PS e PSD. Temos de nos fazer um povo a sério e perceber que só nós somos responsáveis pelo futuro do nosso país, os governantes não estão no poder por acaso, estão lá porque alguém os pôs.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(Peço desculpa pela extensão do post... Eu bem disse que este assunto me revolve as entranhas!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3986687483344637728-7661778637701135262?l=criticanofeminino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criticanofeminino.blogspot.com/feeds/7661778637701135262/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3986687483344637728&amp;postID=7661778637701135262&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986687483344637728/posts/default/7661778637701135262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986687483344637728/posts/default/7661778637701135262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criticanofeminino.blogspot.com/2011/03/sobre-manif-da-geracao-rasca.html' title='Sobre a manif da &quot;Geração à rasca&quot;'/><author><name>Mi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04891542632460038823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jOCA1k-vovs/S6LA6fzm4vI/AAAAAAAAADs/JfADntk0KLE/S220/katemoss16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3986687483344637728.post-8324554611668654070</id><published>2011-03-11T22:40:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-03-11T22:41:17.509Z</updated><title type='text'>Alexa Bag</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-6jkHG_EeF8w/TXqhi121vFI/AAAAAAAAAI0/HNR--QVEuQQ/s1600/alexa-chung-alexa-bag-31-359x500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-6jkHG_EeF8w/TXqhi121vFI/AAAAAAAAAI0/HNR--QVEuQQ/s320/alexa-chung-alexa-bag-31-359x500.jpg" width="229" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Já não é de agora que meio mundo anda apaixonado pela Alexa bag, da Mulberry (e pela própria Alexa Chung), e eu não sou excepção. E como muitos de nós não têm disponibilidade financeira ("disponibilidade financeira" é uma expressão que soa muito melhor que um simples "não tem guito") para se aventurarem na compra da Alexa bag original, temos que nos contentar com alguma das diversas versões nela inspiradas a preços bastante mais convidativos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;A minha escolhida foi esta mala da colecção primavera/verão 2011 da Stradivarius:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-dFE2B2S4UeM/TXqkKXVBgwI/AAAAAAAAAI4/K5U-UNdj_qM/s1600/IMG_0044.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-dFE2B2S4UeM/TXqkKXVBgwI/AAAAAAAAAI4/K5U-UNdj_qM/s320/IMG_0044.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;E parece-me que nos próximos tempos não a vou largar :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3986687483344637728-8324554611668654070?l=criticanofeminino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criticanofeminino.blogspot.com/feeds/8324554611668654070/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3986687483344637728&amp;postID=8324554611668654070&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986687483344637728/posts/default/8324554611668654070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986687483344637728/posts/default/8324554611668654070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criticanofeminino.blogspot.com/2011/03/alexa-bag.html' title='Alexa Bag'/><author><name>Mi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04891542632460038823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jOCA1k-vovs/S6LA6fzm4vI/AAAAAAAAADs/JfADntk0KLE/S220/katemoss16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-6jkHG_EeF8w/TXqhi121vFI/AAAAAAAAAI0/HNR--QVEuQQ/s72-c/alexa-chung-alexa-bag-31-359x500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3986687483344637728.post-2055042995940502802</id><published>2011-03-09T20:30:00.009Z</published><updated>2011-03-09T20:30:00.818Z</updated><title type='text'>Perfeição</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/SWRI8EgZdZk?rel=0" title="YouTube video player" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Adoro todo o "mood" deste vídeo da campanha de Kate Moss para a Longchamp. As malas, os acessórios, as roupas, a música, os cenários, a Kate... Perfeição!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3986687483344637728-2055042995940502802?l=criticanofeminino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criticanofeminino.blogspot.com/feeds/2055042995940502802/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3986687483344637728&amp;postID=2055042995940502802&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986687483344637728/posts/default/2055042995940502802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986687483344637728/posts/default/2055042995940502802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criticanofeminino.blogspot.com/2011/03/perfeicao.html' title='Perfeição'/><author><name>Mi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04891542632460038823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jOCA1k-vovs/S6LA6fzm4vI/AAAAAAAAADs/JfADntk0KLE/S220/katemoss16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/SWRI8EgZdZk/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3986687483344637728.post-4032219604752596779</id><published>2011-03-08T12:27:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-03-08T12:27:52.795Z</updated><title type='text'>A Ler...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bem, como isto anda... Como é hábito, tenho sempre ali do lado direito a capa do livro que ando a ler. Mas ando tão despassarada (gosto desta palavra), que nem me lembrei de trocar quando terminei de ler "O Bom Inverno", do João Tordo. É o segundo livro dele que leio, o primeiro foi "As 3 vidas", e só serviu para confirmar que o João Tordo é um grande escritor, um dos melhores da nova geração. As histórias dele, estão sempre repletas de mistério e são contadas com uma mestria que não passa despercebida. Quem já leu João Tordo, sabe perfeitamente do que estou a falar, quem ainda não leu, estão à espera do quê?! A não perder de vista.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Neste momento, estou a ler "A insustentável leveza do ser", de Milan Kundera, uma daquelas leituras "obrigatórias" que eu ainda não tinha feito. Como já estou quase a meio do livro, posso-vos adiantar que estou a gostar imenso, e é um livro muito "fácil" de se ler.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3986687483344637728-4032219604752596779?l=criticanofeminino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criticanofeminino.blogspot.com/feeds/4032219604752596779/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3986687483344637728&amp;postID=4032219604752596779&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986687483344637728/posts/default/4032219604752596779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986687483344637728/posts/default/4032219604752596779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criticanofeminino.blogspot.com/2011/03/ler.html' title='A Ler...'/><author><name>Mi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04891542632460038823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jOCA1k-vovs/S6LA6fzm4vI/AAAAAAAAADs/JfADntk0KLE/S220/katemoss16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3986687483344637728.post-1642893014561736420</id><published>2011-03-06T17:25:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-03-06T17:25:44.660Z</updated><title type='text'>Intimismo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/8FkIaQouc8Q?rel=0" title="YouTube video player" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Eu já era uma confessa admiradora da Ana Moura, dos fados, da voz, do charme (...).&amp;nbsp;E ter ido vê-la ao vivo só me fez reforçar essa admiração.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A principal característica do concerto foi o seu intimismo, que é uma característica que bastante aprecio. A percepção que tive é que, independentemente do tamanho das salas, dos fabulosos vestidos que usa, a Ana Moura continua a cantar "para ela" (e isso é tão importante no fado!). Não posso, também, deixar de mencionar os brilhantes guitarristas que a acompanham... E que fizeram uns solos arrepiantes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Saí da sala completamente rendida... E a música que aqui vos deixo, foi uma das que rendeu todo um teatro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3986687483344637728-1642893014561736420?l=criticanofeminino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criticanofeminino.blogspot.com/feeds/1642893014561736420/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3986687483344637728&amp;postID=1642893014561736420&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986687483344637728/posts/default/1642893014561736420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986687483344637728/posts/default/1642893014561736420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criticanofeminino.blogspot.com/2011/03/intimismo.html' title='Intimismo'/><author><name>Mi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04891542632460038823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jOCA1k-vovs/S6LA6fzm4vI/AAAAAAAAADs/JfADntk0KLE/S220/katemoss16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/8FkIaQouc8Q/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3986687483344637728.post-4634877898095256084</id><published>2011-02-25T20:11:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-02-25T20:11:50.927Z</updated><title type='text'>Húngaros</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neste momento estou agarrada aos meus húngaros - estou a falar dos biscoitos, obviamente -, e não tenciono largá-los enquanto não vir o fundo à caixa. Foi uma semana loooooooonga, tinha de me vingar em alguma coisa :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E por falar em húngaros, já leram o "Budapeste" do Chico Buarque? Se não leram, leiam! Não digo que tenha adorado o livro, nem que faz parte dos meus favoritos, o que não é verdade, mas não deixo de o considerar uma boa leitura.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Deixo-vos, então, com essa sugestão de leitura, e porque não acompanhar a leitura com uns biscoitos húngaros? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3986687483344637728-4634877898095256084?l=criticanofeminino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criticanofeminino.blogspot.com/feeds/4634877898095256084/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3986687483344637728&amp;postID=4634877898095256084&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986687483344637728/posts/default/4634877898095256084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986687483344637728/posts/default/4634877898095256084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criticanofeminino.blogspot.com/2011/02/hungaros.html' title='Húngaros'/><author><name>Mi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04891542632460038823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jOCA1k-vovs/S6LA6fzm4vI/AAAAAAAAADs/JfADntk0KLE/S220/katemoss16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3986687483344637728.post-1414018209130499079</id><published>2011-02-15T22:30:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-02-15T22:30:32.065Z</updated><title type='text'>In the mood for...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cat Power - The Greatest (live)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/EyDeBuqWFqI?rel=0" title="YouTube video player" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Podia ficar a ouvir esta voz em repeat. Flawless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3986687483344637728-1414018209130499079?l=criticanofeminino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criticanofeminino.blogspot.com/feeds/1414018209130499079/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3986687483344637728&amp;postID=1414018209130499079&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986687483344637728/posts/default/1414018209130499079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986687483344637728/posts/default/1414018209130499079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criticanofeminino.blogspot.com/2011/02/in-mood-for.html' title='In the mood for...'/><author><name>Mi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04891542632460038823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jOCA1k-vovs/S6LA6fzm4vI/AAAAAAAAADs/JfADntk0KLE/S220/katemoss16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/EyDeBuqWFqI/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3986687483344637728.post-1845267180975407252</id><published>2011-02-13T18:13:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-02-13T18:13:54.188Z</updated><title type='text'>Random thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Acho quase tão ridículo o filme "The Social Network" estar nomeado para a categoria de melhor filme nos Óscares 2011, como achei de no ano passado o "Up in the Air" estar nomeado para essa mesma categoria.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3986687483344637728-1845267180975407252?l=criticanofeminino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criticanofeminino.blogspot.com/feeds/1845267180975407252/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3986687483344637728&amp;postID=1845267180975407252&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986687483344637728/posts/default/1845267180975407252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986687483344637728/posts/default/1845267180975407252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criticanofeminino.blogspot.com/2011/02/random-thoughts.html' title='Random thoughts'/><author><name>Mi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04891542632460038823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jOCA1k-vovs/S6LA6fzm4vI/AAAAAAAAADs/JfADntk0KLE/S220/katemoss16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3986687483344637728.post-5831771417377862747</id><published>2011-02-10T22:23:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-02-10T22:23:41.495Z</updated><title type='text'>Das tragédias</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há pessoas que parecem ser perseguidas pelas tragédias... Ou então não.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Passo a explicar. Tenho uma amiga, com quem ando a tentar combinar um café há meses. Meses! Corrijo, não ando a tentar combinar, porque combinar nós combinamos, simplesmente esse café acaba por nunca se concretizar. Parece que, assim por obra de um santo qualquer - se calhar, um demónio qualquer aplica-se melhor a este caso -, sempre que temos alguma coisa combinada, lhe acontece uma tragédia. Ou é porque teve que ir arrancar um dente, ou é porque o&amp;nbsp;periquito&amp;nbsp;morreu, ou é porque a avó teve um AVC, ou é porque o pai fazia anos e ela se tinha esquecido, ou é porque o carro decidiu avariar nesse mesmo dia... E podia continuar dias e dias a listar as tragédias que lhe acontecem, precisamente nos dias em que temos coisas combinadas - mas que coincidência, hun? -.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Se o periquito realmente morreu, ou se efectivamente aconteceu algo à avó dela, tenho imensa pena, e compreendo perfeitamente. Mas com tanta desculpa fica difícil de acreditar, não é?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E pronto, isto para dizer, que não volto a tentar combinar o que quer que seja. Não esteja o facto de combinarmos cafés relacionado com o acontecimento das tragédias, e como eu não desejo mal a ninguém... Mais vale jogar pelo seguro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3986687483344637728-5831771417377862747?l=criticanofeminino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criticanofeminino.blogspot.com/feeds/5831771417377862747/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3986687483344637728&amp;postID=5831771417377862747&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986687483344637728/posts/default/5831771417377862747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986687483344637728/posts/default/5831771417377862747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criticanofeminino.blogspot.com/2011/02/das-tragedias.html' title='Das tragédias'/><author><name>Mi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04891542632460038823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jOCA1k-vovs/S6LA6fzm4vI/AAAAAAAAADs/JfADntk0KLE/S220/katemoss16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3986687483344637728.post-5857136917745147855</id><published>2011-02-08T22:27:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-02-08T22:28:36.526Z</updated><title type='text'>Sessenta cêntimos mais IVA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jOCA1k-vovs/TVHBOBG5zcI/AAAAAAAAAIo/IDPissjNn28/s1600/animal.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="250" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jOCA1k-vovs/TVHBOBG5zcI/AAAAAAAAAIo/IDPissjNn28/s400/animal.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;"Sessenta cêntimos mais IVA", quantas vezes já não ouvimos esta frase. Deve estar a tornar-se numa das mais ditas na televisão portuguesa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Mas, desta vez, o contexto é um bocado diferente. E é pouco provável que ouçam falar disto na televisão. É uma campanha de recolha de fundos da Animal, para que esta associação possa continuar a intervir mais e melhor na defesa dos animais.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Por isso, e como de momento não há nenhum Ídolos nem nenhuma Casa dos Segredos para gastar os sessenta cêntimos mais IVA, peço-vos que os gastem a ajudar a Animal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;É só ligar o 760 501 602, os animais agradecem :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;(Para quem quiser confirmar a veracidade desta campanha, basta ir ao site da Animal, &lt;a href="http://www.animal.org.pt/"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt;.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3986687483344637728-5857136917745147855?l=criticanofeminino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criticanofeminino.blogspot.com/feeds/5857136917745147855/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3986687483344637728&amp;postID=5857136917745147855&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986687483344637728/posts/default/5857136917745147855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986687483344637728/posts/default/5857136917745147855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criticanofeminino.blogspot.com/2011/02/sessenta-centimos-mais-iva.html' title='Sessenta cêntimos mais IVA'/><author><name>Mi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04891542632460038823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jOCA1k-vovs/S6LA6fzm4vI/AAAAAAAAADs/JfADntk0KLE/S220/katemoss16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jOCA1k-vovs/TVHBOBG5zcI/AAAAAAAAAIo/IDPissjNn28/s72-c/animal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3986687483344637728.post-4040116310673709019</id><published>2011-02-06T16:39:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-02-06T16:39:45.334Z</updated><title type='text'>Black Swan</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jOCA1k-vovs/TU7MProzEDI/AAAAAAAAAIk/WBLEXI0NgMI/s1600/blackswan.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jOCA1k-vovs/TU7MProzEDI/AAAAAAAAAIk/WBLEXI0NgMI/s400/blackswan.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"It's about a girl who gets turned into a swan and she needs love to break the spell, but her prince falls for the wrong girl so she kills herself."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Este filme merece &lt;b&gt;mesmo&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;ser visto! Não só pela extraordinária história, mas pelas ainda mais bonitas, e ao mesmo tempo arrepiantes, imagens que nos proporciona.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Quanto a todo o alarido que envolve a prestação da Natalie Portman e o facto de ser uma provável vencedora do Óscar de melhor actriz... Não acho que tenha estado extraordinária, mas esteve sim irrepreensível naquilo que fez. Não digo se acho que ela merece o Óscar ou não, porque ainda não vi nenhuma das outras nomeadas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Outro aspecto de destacar neste filme: Rais'parta a Mila Kunis, que é gira que se farta!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3986687483344637728-4040116310673709019?l=criticanofeminino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criticanofeminino.blogspot.com/feeds/4040116310673709019/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3986687483344637728&amp;postID=4040116310673709019&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986687483344637728/posts/default/4040116310673709019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986687483344637728/posts/default/4040116310673709019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criticanofeminino.blogspot.com/2011/02/black-swan.html' title='Black Swan'/><author><name>Mi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04891542632460038823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jOCA1k-vovs/S6LA6fzm4vI/AAAAAAAAADs/JfADntk0KLE/S220/katemoss16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jOCA1k-vovs/TU7MProzEDI/AAAAAAAAAIk/WBLEXI0NgMI/s72-c/blackswan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3986687483344637728.post-6538354033423563262</id><published>2011-02-03T22:47:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-02-03T22:48:36.157Z</updated><title type='text'>Um ano</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jOCA1k-vovs/TUswLq6sC9I/AAAAAAAAAIg/7_JN0nrgSRs/s1600/birthday-cupcake%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jOCA1k-vovs/TUswLq6sC9I/AAAAAAAAAIg/7_JN0nrgSRs/s320/birthday-cupcake%255B1%255D.jpg" width="217" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;O &lt;i&gt;Crítica no Feminino&lt;/i&gt; está de parabéns hoje!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Já passou um ano desde o primeiro post :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3986687483344637728-6538354033423563262?l=criticanofeminino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criticanofeminino.blogspot.com/feeds/6538354033423563262/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3986687483344637728&amp;postID=6538354033423563262&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986687483344637728/posts/default/6538354033423563262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986687483344637728/posts/default/6538354033423563262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criticanofeminino.blogspot.com/2011/02/um-ano.html' title='Um ano'/><author><name>Mi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04891542632460038823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jOCA1k-vovs/S6LA6fzm4vI/AAAAAAAAADs/JfADntk0KLE/S220/katemoss16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jOCA1k-vovs/TUswLq6sC9I/AAAAAAAAAIg/7_JN0nrgSRs/s72-c/birthday-cupcake%255B1%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3986687483344637728.post-259496862329227982</id><published>2011-02-02T23:02:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-02-02T23:03:28.072Z</updated><title type='text'>Inception</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jOCA1k-vovs/TUniVkM5GBI/AAAAAAAAAIc/UUFvDIbqgj0/s1600/Inception_Poster.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jOCA1k-vovs/TUniVkM5GBI/AAAAAAAAAIc/UUFvDIbqgj0/s400/Inception_Poster.jpg" width="270" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Um argumento e pêras... É o que tenho a dizer sobre este filme!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3986687483344637728-259496862329227982?l=criticanofeminino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criticanofeminino.blogspot.com/feeds/259496862329227982/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3986687483344637728&amp;postID=259496862329227982&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986687483344637728/posts/default/259496862329227982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986687483344637728/posts/default/259496862329227982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criticanofeminino.blogspot.com/2011/02/inception.html' title='Inception'/><author><name>Mi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04891542632460038823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jOCA1k-vovs/S6LA6fzm4vI/AAAAAAAAADs/JfADntk0KLE/S220/katemoss16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jOCA1k-vovs/TUniVkM5GBI/AAAAAAAAAIc/UUFvDIbqgj0/s72-c/Inception_Poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3986687483344637728.post-5969513282544145857</id><published>2011-01-31T21:36:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-01-31T21:41:05.894Z</updated><title type='text'>Hora da sesta</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Do que eu precisava mesmo era de ter a hora da sesta. Hoje, no final do almoço, estava no trabalho literalmente a fechar os olhos. Mais um bocadinho, e parecia aquelas pessoas que vemos no metro (ou no comboio, ou autocarro) - e que às vezes sou eu - que estão sempre a deixar cair a cabeça. Nem o santo café no final da refeição me livra de ficar neste estado de sonolência. Alguém tem uma solução milagrosa para esta situação? Que não envolva ter que fazer a dita sesta, acho que o boss não ia gostar dessa solução.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;E por falar em café... Hoje disseram-me que a cafeína ingerida faz aumentar a celulite. Por favor, alguém que venha aqui dizer que é mentira!! Já não vivo sem café e chá verde...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br&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/3986687483344637728-5969513282544145857?l=criticanofeminino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criticanofeminino.blogspot.com/feeds/5969513282544145857/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3986687483344637728&amp;postID=5969513282544145857&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986687483344637728/posts/default/5969513282544145857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986687483344637728/posts/default/5969513282544145857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criticanofeminino.blogspot.com/2011/01/hora-da-sesta.html' title='Hora da sesta'/><author><name>Mi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04891542632460038823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jOCA1k-vovs/S6LA6fzm4vI/AAAAAAAAADs/JfADntk0KLE/S220/katemoss16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3986687483344637728.post-2066024714732770612</id><published>2011-01-30T14:02:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-01-30T14:03:05.619Z</updated><title type='text'>Risqué - Azulejo Português</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jOCA1k-vovs/TUVuhbSeHNI/AAAAAAAAAIU/a9iRsGuuMUY/s1600/IMG_0019.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="230" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jOCA1k-vovs/TUVuhbSeHNI/AAAAAAAAAIU/a9iRsGuuMUY/s320/IMG_0019.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Foi este o meu verniz de eleição para este Inverno - o azulejo português da Risqué. Usei e abusei dele... E ainda não me cansei! É um azul escuro que, apesar de ser azul, acho que se torna discreto por ser tão escuro. Adoro!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;O anel é da Details, e também foi um dos que mais usei nos últimos tempos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;(Ah, e eu juro, juro, que as minhas mãos não parecem assim tão horríveis ao vivo lol)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3986687483344637728-2066024714732770612?l=criticanofeminino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criticanofeminino.blogspot.com/feeds/2066024714732770612/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3986687483344637728&amp;postID=2066024714732770612&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986687483344637728/posts/default/2066024714732770612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986687483344637728/posts/default/2066024714732770612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criticanofeminino.blogspot.com/2011/01/risque-azulejo-portugues.html' title='Risqué - Azulejo Português'/><author><name>Mi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04891542632460038823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jOCA1k-vovs/S6LA6fzm4vI/AAAAAAAAADs/JfADntk0KLE/S220/katemoss16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jOCA1k-vovs/TUVuhbSeHNI/AAAAAAAAAIU/a9iRsGuuMUY/s72-c/IMG_0019.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3986687483344637728.post-6851980199281285035</id><published>2011-01-27T22:34:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-01-27T22:36:03.061Z</updated><title type='text'>São pérolas destas que me alegram o dia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jOCA1k-vovs/TUHwSwD41PI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/1s12rigq7J0/s1600/india-c0af.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jOCA1k-vovs/TUHwSwD41PI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/1s12rigq7J0/s320/india-c0af.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blitz.aeiou.pt/gen.pl?p=stories&amp;amp;op=view&amp;amp;fokey=bz.stories/70053"&gt;Blitz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Conhecem a Ana Malhoa? Aquela cantora extraordinária, com um &lt;i&gt;sense of style&lt;/i&gt; invejável. Estão a ver?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Não, não é ela nessa foto. É a filha dela! De seu nome India Malhoa (Olha que engraçado, tem o mesmo nome que a cadela da Rita Pereira! Mas vá, ao menos não se chama Lyonce Viiktórya.).&amp;nbsp;E a nossa querida India, vai lançar um álbum!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Vamos lá malta, quero ver essa excitação!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Ainda não estão entusiasmados com a notícia? Então sigam o link ali em cima e ouçam as músicas (especialmente a "DJ aumenta o som"), tenho a certeza que vão dar pulinhos de tanta excitação.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3986687483344637728-6851980199281285035?l=criticanofeminino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criticanofeminino.blogspot.com/feeds/6851980199281285035/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3986687483344637728&amp;postID=6851980199281285035&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986687483344637728/posts/default/6851980199281285035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986687483344637728/posts/default/6851980199281285035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criticanofeminino.blogspot.com/2011/01/sao-perolas-destas-que-me-alegram-o-dia.html' title='São pérolas destas que me alegram o dia'/><author><name>Mi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04891542632460038823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jOCA1k-vovs/S6LA6fzm4vI/AAAAAAAAADs/JfADntk0KLE/S220/katemoss16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jOCA1k-vovs/TUHwSwD41PI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/1s12rigq7J0/s72-c/india-c0af.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3986687483344637728.post-2877500204955399755</id><published>2011-01-26T22:46:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-01-26T22:46:16.472Z</updated><title type='text'>Agora a sério...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Seis anos de julgamento.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Audiências e mais audiências.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E agora é que &lt;a href="http://www.jn.pt/Dossies/dossie.aspx?content_id=1766393&amp;amp;dossier=Julgamento%20Casa%20Pia&amp;amp;page=1"&gt;este senhor&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;se lembra de dizer: "São todos inocentes!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Eu sempre tive a convicção pessoal de que algumas das acusações deste caso tinham sido "encomendadas". Mas daí a engolir sem mais esta conversa do Bibi, de que o drogaram (durante estes anos todos?!) e de que tinha pena dos rapazes, vai um longo caminho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sinceramente, não consigo perceber o que é que ele ganha com esta história... Internem o homem, por favor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3986687483344637728-2877500204955399755?l=criticanofeminino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criticanofeminino.blogspot.com/feeds/2877500204955399755/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3986687483344637728&amp;postID=2877500204955399755&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986687483344637728/posts/default/2877500204955399755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986687483344637728/posts/default/2877500204955399755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criticanofeminino.blogspot.com/2011/01/agora-serio.html' title='Agora a sério...'/><author><name>Mi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04891542632460038823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jOCA1k-vovs/S6LA6fzm4vI/AAAAAAAAADs/JfADntk0KLE/S220/katemoss16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3986687483344637728.post-3053144392411301449</id><published>2011-01-25T22:55:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-01-25T22:55:35.808Z</updated><title type='text'>In the mood for...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" class="youtube-player" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/4Jh8BI0qJAY?rel=0" title="YouTube video player" type="text/html" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Esta música sempre fez parte da minha lista de favoritas. E esta versão é absolutamente deliciosa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Deixem-se embalar... :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3986687483344637728-3053144392411301449?l=criticanofeminino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criticanofeminino.blogspot.com/feeds/3053144392411301449/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3986687483344637728&amp;postID=3053144392411301449&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986687483344637728/posts/default/3053144392411301449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986687483344637728/posts/default/3053144392411301449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criticanofeminino.blogspot.com/2011/01/in-mood-for.html' title='In the mood for...'/><author><name>Mi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04891542632460038823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jOCA1k-vovs/S6LA6fzm4vI/AAAAAAAAADs/JfADntk0KLE/S220/katemoss16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/4Jh8BI0qJAY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3986687483344637728.post-3251518629437674962</id><published>2011-01-23T12:59:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-01-23T12:59:21.127Z</updated><title type='text'>O regresso</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bem, estive desaparecida um tempão! Não me vou pôr para aqui a explicar o porquê, ou os porquês, o que interessa realmente é que estou de volta. Muito dificilmente conseguirei fazer posts diários, porque com a tese de mestrado para escrever e com o estágio que me obriga a sair de casa às 8h e a regressar já depois das 20h, tempo não é coisa que abunde. Mas se há coisa que constatei neste tempo em que estive "away", foi que mesmo estando com imenso trabalho e imensa coisa na cabeça, escrever no blog só me faz bem, é mais uma forma de me abstrair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E porque não regressar em dia de eleições? Assim aproveito para fazer um apelo ao voto!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;VOTEM!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Eu sei que está um frio do caraças, que só apetece ficar no sofá. Mas se não votarem, se não forem às urnas exercer este que não é apenas um direito, é também um dever, depois não se podem queixar que o país está muito mal por causa dos políticos... Se o país está mal, é por causa de quem escolheu os políticos que lá estão. Deixo-vos com esta deixa: &lt;i&gt;"Think outside the box"&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(Aiiii... como eu tinha saudades disto!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3986687483344637728-3251518629437674962?l=criticanofeminino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criticanofeminino.blogspot.com/feeds/3251518629437674962/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3986687483344637728&amp;postID=3251518629437674962&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986687483344637728/posts/default/3251518629437674962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986687483344637728/posts/default/3251518629437674962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criticanofeminino.blogspot.com/2011/01/o-regresso.html' title='O regresso'/><author><name>Mi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04891542632460038823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jOCA1k-vovs/S6LA6fzm4vI/AAAAAAAAADs/JfADntk0KLE/S220/katemoss16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3986687483344637728.post-6277383424648301137</id><published>2010-07-22T12:13:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T12:13:29.685+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Melrose Place</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VXlBmDPsEqE&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1?rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VXlBmDPsEqE&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1?rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Este é o meu novo vício!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Como todas as séries, que eu costumo ver, estão de férias. Tinha que descobrir outra para me entreter quando eu não tivesse nada que fazer. E descobri esta - Melrose Place -, que é transmitida na Fox Life. É uma série que junta o ambiente glamouroso de Hollywood, com o mistério de um&amp;nbsp;homicídio. Eu estou a gostar :) É claro que preferia que as séries não tivessem umas férias tão longas, mas na falta de melhor...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3986687483344637728-6277383424648301137?l=criticanofeminino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criticanofeminino.blogspot.com/feeds/6277383424648301137/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3986687483344637728&amp;postID=6277383424648301137&amp;isPopup=true' title='22 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986687483344637728/posts/default/6277383424648301137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986687483344637728/posts/default/6277383424648301137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criticanofeminino.blogspot.com/2010/07/melrose-place.html' title='Melrose Place'/><author><name>Mi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04891542632460038823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jOCA1k-vovs/S6LA6fzm4vI/AAAAAAAAADs/JfADntk0KLE/S220/katemoss16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3986687483344637728.post-8119925895703956324</id><published>2010-07-19T15:01:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T15:01:59.854+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Má língua</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jOCA1k-vovs/TERYggyLsFI/AAAAAAAAAH0/NLodhMFAlHw/s1600/852x652.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jOCA1k-vovs/TERYggyLsFI/AAAAAAAAAH0/NLodhMFAlHw/s400/852x652.gif" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jOCA1k-vovs/TERYggyLsFI/AAAAAAAAAH0/NLodhMFAlHw/s1600/852x652.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Retirado de: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lux.iol.pt/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Lux&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Aquela senhora é a Ana Brito e Cunha. Ela está no casamento do Ricardo Pereira e da Francisca Pinto Ribeiro. E o vestido dela é... como é que eu hei-de dizer... ridículo! É a única palavra que me ocorre para descrever esta figurinha. Ela lá deve achar que, só porque emagreceu uma carrada de quilos, pode ir a um casamento vestida ao estilo "Lolita gone wild".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;O que vos apraz dizer sobre isto?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3986687483344637728-8119925895703956324?l=criticanofeminino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criticanofeminino.blogspot.com/feeds/8119925895703956324/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3986687483344637728&amp;postID=8119925895703956324&amp;isPopup=true' title='25 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986687483344637728/posts/default/8119925895703956324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986687483344637728/posts/default/8119925895703956324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criticanofeminino.blogspot.com/2010/07/ma-lingua.html' title='Má língua'/><author><name>Mi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04891542632460038823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jOCA1k-vovs/S6LA6fzm4vI/AAAAAAAAADs/JfADntk0KLE/S220/katemoss16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jOCA1k-vovs/TERYggyLsFI/AAAAAAAAAH0/NLodhMFAlHw/s72-c/852x652.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3986687483344637728.post-1210936072293802428</id><published>2010-07-16T15:07:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T15:07:34.060+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Às mulheres</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este post é para todas as mulheres deste país e do mundo (estão a perceber a grandeza da coisa, certo?).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Quando um homem vos diz que são parecidas com a Jessica Alba, não é suposto acreditarem, ok?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Isto parece uma coisa muito óbvia, que nenhuma mulher cai nessa conversa e blábláblá. Mas a verdade é que se alguma amiga se sai com alguma frase do género:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Têm tudo a ver"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;ou&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Ele sabe mesmo quem é a Jessica Alba?!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Elas ficam todas amuadinhas, como se fossem as amigas quem está a mentir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Por isso, se querem viver na ilusão de que são parecidas com a Jessica Alba, tudo bem, mas não fiquem à espera que eu faça de conta que isso é verdade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3986687483344637728-1210936072293802428?l=criticanofeminino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criticanofeminino.blogspot.com/feeds/1210936072293802428/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3986687483344637728&amp;postID=1210936072293802428&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986687483344637728/posts/default/1210936072293802428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986687483344637728/posts/default/1210936072293802428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criticanofeminino.blogspot.com/2010/07/as-mulheres.html' title='Às mulheres'/><author><name>Mi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04891542632460038823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jOCA1k-vovs/S6LA6fzm4vI/AAAAAAAAADs/JfADntk0KLE/S220/katemoss16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3986687483344637728.post-4055004710147866091</id><published>2010-07-12T12:53:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T12:53:55.973+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O Oráculo - parte 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E não é que o meu cão tinha razão?! Tenho um cão prodígio cá em casa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3986687483344637728-4055004710147866091?l=criticanofeminino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criticanofeminino.blogspot.com/feeds/4055004710147866091/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3986687483344637728&amp;postID=4055004710147866091&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986687483344637728/posts/default/4055004710147866091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986687483344637728/posts/default/4055004710147866091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criticanofeminino.blogspot.com/2010/07/o-oraculo-parte-2.html' title='O Oráculo - parte 2'/><author><name>Mi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04891542632460038823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jOCA1k-vovs/S6LA6fzm4vI/AAAAAAAAADs/JfADntk0KLE/S220/katemoss16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3986687483344637728.post-5710387504412692599</id><published>2010-07-10T15:45:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T15:46:55.333+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O Oráculo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois de ver um polvo, um periquito, um lémur, um camelo, uma girafa (e mais uns quantos bichinhos) a fazerem a sua previsão de quem sairá vencedor da final do mundial, decidi que o meu cão também daria um belo de um oráculo.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Toca de arranjar dois biscoitos, um alaranjado e outro avermelhado, a representar a Holanda e a Espanha, respectivamente. Pouso os dois biscoitos no chão com o intuito de ver qual deles ele escolheria para comer. É claro que, o meu cão que mostrou ser muito mais esperto que eu, decidiu fintar-me, qual Cristiano Ronaldo. Quis abocanhar os dois malditos biscoitos ao mesmo tempo, como trapalhão e guloso que é. Por outro lado, talvez não tenha sido uma tentativa totalmente falhada, pode sempre significar que vão chegar aos noventa minutos de jogo empatados, e tudo se decidirá no prolongamento ou nos penaltis.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ou então, isto é tudo uma palhaçada!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3986687483344637728-5710387504412692599?l=criticanofeminino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criticanofeminino.blogspot.com/feeds/5710387504412692599/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3986687483344637728&amp;postID=5710387504412692599&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986687483344637728/posts/default/5710387504412692599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986687483344637728/posts/default/5710387504412692599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criticanofeminino.blogspot.com/2010/07/o-oraculo.html' title='O Oráculo'/><author><name>Mi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04891542632460038823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jOCA1k-vovs/S6LA6fzm4vI/AAAAAAAAADs/JfADntk0KLE/S220/katemoss16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3986687483344637728.post-6239465268359606081</id><published>2010-07-08T14:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T14:26:44.530+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Férias</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Finalmente chegaram! E como eu estava a precisar delas...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ontem de manhã tive o meu último exame (assim o espero). E depois foi sempre a subir! Passei a tarde na praia, no que foi o meu primeiro dia de praia este ano. Foi tããão bom! Não estava aquele calor abrasador que tem estado nos últimos dias, corria uma brisa agradável. O único senão era a água gelada, mas isso já é costume. Para terminar em beleza, foi ver o jogo Espanha-Alemanha acompanhada por uns belos tremoços e amendoins. Ainda por cima para assistir à vitória espanhola, agora é ganharem a final também, ouviram espanholitos?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3986687483344637728-6239465268359606081?l=criticanofeminino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criticanofeminino.blogspot.com/feeds/6239465268359606081/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3986687483344637728&amp;postID=6239465268359606081&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986687483344637728/posts/default/6239465268359606081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986687483344637728/posts/default/6239465268359606081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criticanofeminino.blogspot.com/2010/07/ferias.html' title='Férias'/><author><name>Mi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04891542632460038823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jOCA1k-vovs/S6LA6fzm4vI/AAAAAAAAADs/JfADntk0KLE/S220/katemoss16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3986687483344637728.post-8616249438595071787</id><published>2010-07-05T18:25:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T18:26:00.326+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Transferências</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Deixem lá a transferência do João Moutinho do Sporting para o Porto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Vamos falar da transferência da Fátima Lopes da SIC para a TVI.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pffff... isto é que foram uns dias com notícias realmente importantes para o país! (not)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3986687483344637728-8616249438595071787?l=criticanofeminino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criticanofeminino.blogspot.com/feeds/8616249438595071787/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3986687483344637728&amp;postID=8616249438595071787&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986687483344637728/posts/default/8616249438595071787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986687483344637728/posts/default/8616249438595071787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criticanofeminino.blogspot.com/2010/07/transferencias.html' title='Transferências'/><author><name>Mi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04891542632460038823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jOCA1k-vovs/S6LA6fzm4vI/AAAAAAAAADs/JfADntk0KLE/S220/katemoss16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3986687483344637728.post-5834983484771466055</id><published>2010-07-04T12:21:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T12:21:52.113+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Diz que...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Ronaldo já é papá! A notícia foi divulgada por ele, na sua página de &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/Cristiano"&gt;facebook&lt;/a&gt;. (Aquilo é mesmo a página oficial dele no facebook, right?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Eu fiquei de queixo caído quando soube da notícia. Não sei se sou só eu que não ando a par destas coisas, mas nunca tinha ouvido nenhum rumor de que ele teria engravidado uma moça. E elas que gostam tanto de ir para as revistas dizer que estão grávidas deste e daquele. Esta pelos vistos manteve-se caladinha, e continua no anonimato, segundo o que ele diz na mensagem do facebook.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3986687483344637728-5834983484771466055?l=criticanofeminino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criticanofeminino.blogspot.com/feeds/5834983484771466055/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3986687483344637728&amp;postID=5834983484771466055&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986687483344637728/posts/default/5834983484771466055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986687483344637728/posts/default/5834983484771466055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criticanofeminino.blogspot.com/2010/07/diz-que.html' title='Diz que...'/><author><name>Mi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04891542632460038823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jOCA1k-vovs/S6LA6fzm4vI/AAAAAAAAADs/JfADntk0KLE/S220/katemoss16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3986687483344637728.post-4633627932835673876</id><published>2010-07-03T18:00:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T18:00:16.446+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Mundial</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo sem Portugal, Brasil, Argentina... continua a valer a pena assistir aos jogos do mundial. Porquê?! Por isto...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jOCA1k-vovs/TC9sZTmtj6I/AAAAAAAAAHs/LpcTU1DiSTc/s1600/o_atletico_de_madrid_diego_forlan-85356.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jOCA1k-vovs/TC9sZTmtj6I/AAAAAAAAAHs/LpcTU1DiSTc/s320/o_atletico_de_madrid_diego_forlan-85356.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Para ver o jeitoso do Forlan nos jogos do Uruguai.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3986687483344637728-4633627932835673876?l=criticanofeminino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criticanofeminino.blogspot.com/feeds/4633627932835673876/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3986687483344637728&amp;postID=4633627932835673876&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986687483344637728/posts/default/4633627932835673876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986687483344637728/posts/default/4633627932835673876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criticanofeminino.blogspot.com/2010/07/mundial.html' title='Mundial'/><author><name>Mi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04891542632460038823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jOCA1k-vovs/S6LA6fzm4vI/AAAAAAAAADs/JfADntk0KLE/S220/katemoss16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jOCA1k-vovs/TC9sZTmtj6I/AAAAAAAAAHs/LpcTU1DiSTc/s72-c/o_atletico_de_madrid_diego_forlan-85356.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3986687483344637728.post-411689215267581378</id><published>2010-07-01T19:23:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T19:23:57.769+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't forget to...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jOCA1k-vovs/TCzdBHEWwfI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Y_s1fV9S8FY/s1600/standforsomething.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jOCA1k-vovs/TCzdBHEWwfI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Y_s1fV9S8FY/s320/standforsomething.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3986687483344637728-411689215267581378?l=criticanofeminino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criticanofeminino.blogspot.com/feeds/411689215267581378/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3986687483344637728&amp;postID=411689215267581378&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986687483344637728/posts/default/411689215267581378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986687483344637728/posts/default/411689215267581378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criticanofeminino.blogspot.com/2010/07/dont-forget-to.html' title='Don&apos;t forget to...'/><author><name>Mi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04891542632460038823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jOCA1k-vovs/S6LA6fzm4vI/AAAAAAAAADs/JfADntk0KLE/S220/katemoss16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jOCA1k-vovs/TCzdBHEWwfI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Y_s1fV9S8FY/s72-c/standforsomething.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3986687483344637728.post-5984539019003705300</id><published>2010-06-30T15:45:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T15:45:37.313+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Traição - regra ou excepção?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nos últimos tempos tenho-me deparado várias vezes com situações de traição. Não em relações minhas - pelo menos situações de que tenha conhecimento, mas não ponho as mãos no fogo por ninguém - mas nas relações à minha volta.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tenho amigos que têm relações de anos, não só com as namoradas, mas também com as amantes. Nestes casos as relações com as amantes não são desprovidas de significado, não se trata apenas de sexo, existe algo mais.&amp;nbsp;Alguns admitem-no com a maior das naturalidades, afirmando ter um "coração" demasiado grande. Outros têm apenas casos esporádicos, estes sim, sem qualquer significado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sempre quis pensar que era apenas um grupo de pessoas que tinham uma especial tendência para a traição, que a grande maioria não traía... Agora, começo a aperceber-me que, afinal, existem apenas pessoas que o admitem abertamente, e outras que têm casos e mais casos completamente às escondidas. Pessoas que eu achava que conhecia bem, e de repente me dizem que durante vários anos tiveram vários casos sem que ninguém sequer desconfiasse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Conheço situações de ambos os sexos. Se calhar conhecemos mais homens que traem, não porque as mulheres não o façam, mas porque o escondem muito melhor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Será a fidelidade uma mentira? Não sei, mas eu não ponho as mãos no fogo por ninguém.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3986687483344637728-5984539019003705300?l=criticanofeminino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criticanofeminino.blogspot.com/feeds/5984539019003705300/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3986687483344637728&amp;postID=5984539019003705300&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986687483344637728/posts/default/5984539019003705300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986687483344637728/posts/default/5984539019003705300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criticanofeminino.blogspot.com/2010/06/traicao-regra-ou-excepcao.html' title='Traição - regra ou excepção?'/><author><name>Mi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04891542632460038823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jOCA1k-vovs/S6LA6fzm4vI/AAAAAAAAADs/JfADntk0KLE/S220/katemoss16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3986687483344637728.post-4074354329493404498</id><published>2010-06-27T12:38:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T12:40:38.904+01:00</updated><title type='text'>New brain?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O período durante o qual o meu cérebro está aberto ao estudo é curtíssimo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ora vejamos,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;durante a manhã eu até tento estudar mas, mesmo depois de uma chávena de café, continuo cheia de sono. Bem que me ponho a ler a matéria, mas fico com a sensação de que nada daquilo me está a entrar na cabeça;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;durante a tarde, a coisa já muda um bocado de figura, aí já me consigo concentrar mais um bocado e estudar, sempre com alguns intervalos pelo meio, pois claro;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;durante a noite, é para esquecer! À noite a minha cabeça já não dá para mais, não vale a pena.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Portanto, acho que preciso de um cérebro novo, que tenha um período de funcionamento efectivo um bocado mais longo que o meu! Anyone?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3986687483344637728-4074354329493404498?l=criticanofeminino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criticanofeminino.blogspot.com/feeds/4074354329493404498/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3986687483344637728&amp;postID=4074354329493404498&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986687483344637728/posts/default/4074354329493404498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986687483344637728/posts/default/4074354329493404498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criticanofeminino.blogspot.com/2010/06/new-brain.html' title='New brain?'/><author><name>Mi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04891542632460038823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jOCA1k-vovs/S6LA6fzm4vI/AAAAAAAAADs/JfADntk0KLE/S220/katemoss16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3986687483344637728.post-3163153254222001043</id><published>2010-06-26T13:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T13:39:34.502+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jOCA1k-vovs/TCXzfpDQ53I/AAAAAAAAAHc/LqSme08uO8o/s1600/the-city-061710-6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jOCA1k-vovs/TCXzfpDQ53I/AAAAAAAAAHc/LqSme08uO8o/s400/the-city-061710-6.jpg" width="250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Olivia Palermo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;E quem disse que os ténis não estavam na moda?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Até a "it girl" Olivia Palermo se rendeu ao seu conforto, nunca deixando o estilo classy que a caracteriza.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Os nossos pezinhos agradecem!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3986687483344637728-3163153254222001043?l=criticanofeminino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criticanofeminino.blogspot.com/feeds/3163153254222001043/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3986687483344637728&amp;postID=3163153254222001043&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986687483344637728/posts/default/3163153254222001043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986687483344637728/posts/default/3163153254222001043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criticanofeminino.blogspot.com/2010/06/olivia-palermo-e-quem-disse-que-os.html' title=''/><author><name>Mi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04891542632460038823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jOCA1k-vovs/S6LA6fzm4vI/AAAAAAAAADs/JfADntk0KLE/S220/katemoss16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jOCA1k-vovs/TCXzfpDQ53I/AAAAAAAAAHc/LqSme08uO8o/s72-c/the-city-061710-6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3986687483344637728.post-6815106891705281268</id><published>2010-06-23T15:46:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T15:47:06.588+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Noite de S.João</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minha gente, hoje é noite de S.João. E eu vou andar pela ribeira, a tentar fugir dos alhos porros e das marteladas (sem qualquer espécie de sucesso, obviamente). Não vou comer sardinhas, mas como a broa na mesma. Também vou ter que fugir do&amp;nbsp;álcool, porque amanhã é outro dia e eu terei que o passar em frente ao computador agarrada aos trabalhos que ainda não estão terminados. Mas será uma noite de folia na mesma!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Para quem festeja, divirtam-se muito nesta noite de S.João. Para quem não festeja, tenham uma óptima noite de sono ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3986687483344637728-6815106891705281268?l=criticanofeminino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criticanofeminino.blogspot.com/feeds/6815106891705281268/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3986687483344637728&amp;postID=6815106891705281268&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986687483344637728/posts/default/6815106891705281268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986687483344637728/posts/default/6815106891705281268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criticanofeminino.blogspot.com/2010/06/noite-de-sjoao.html' title='Noite de S.João'/><author><name>Mi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04891542632460038823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jOCA1k-vovs/S6LA6fzm4vI/AAAAAAAAADs/JfADntk0KLE/S220/katemoss16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3986687483344637728.post-2467640353195271140</id><published>2010-06-22T22:02:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T22:03:19.800+01:00</updated><title type='text'>H&amp;M</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Fiz hoje a minha primeira incursão pelas promoções. Mal soube que a H&amp;amp;M já tinha entrado, fiquei logo com vontade de dar lá um saltinho. E hoje foi o dia. Fui com umas vinte mil peças para o provador, mas acabei por vir embora só com duas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;E os vencedores foram,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;este belo top cheio de folhos:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jOCA1k-vovs/TCEi-MkSeCI/AAAAAAAAAHM/q4g_kt3XHnw/s1600/DXL830_77789_34022_74_9588.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jOCA1k-vovs/TCEi-MkSeCI/AAAAAAAAAHM/q4g_kt3XHnw/s320/DXL830_77789_34022_74_9588.jpg" width="280" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;e este belo casaquinho de ganga curto:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jOCA1k-vovs/TCEjQ243EfI/AAAAAAAAAHU/HoYDbUPYNtg/s1600/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jOCA1k-vovs/TCEjQ243EfI/AAAAAAAAAHU/HoYDbUPYNtg/s1600/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jOCA1k-vovs/TCEjQ243EfI/AAAAAAAAAHU/HoYDbUPYNtg/s320/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Parece-me, também, que a Blanco está prestes a entrar em promoções. Porque hoje entrei lá e aquilo estava uma revolução, estavam a arrumar a roupa como costuma estar em época de saldos. Temos que ficar atentas, meninas ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3986687483344637728-2467640353195271140?l=criticanofeminino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criticanofeminino.blogspot.com/feeds/2467640353195271140/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3986687483344637728&amp;postID=2467640353195271140&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986687483344637728/posts/default/2467640353195271140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986687483344637728/posts/default/2467640353195271140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criticanofeminino.blogspot.com/2010/06/h.html' title='H&amp;M'/><author><name>Mi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04891542632460038823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jOCA1k-vovs/S6LA6fzm4vI/AAAAAAAAADs/JfADntk0KLE/S220/katemoss16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jOCA1k-vovs/TCEi-MkSeCI/AAAAAAAAAHM/q4g_kt3XHnw/s72-c/DXL830_77789_34022_74_9588.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3986687483344637728.post-4278852489641944807</id><published>2010-06-21T17:00:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T17:01:08.516+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sobre a selecção</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Finalmente soltou-se o ketchup, não só do Ronaldo, mas da selecção.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Fiquei contente com tanto golo, mas até já estava com pena dos outros rapazitos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Fiquei contente por ter sido o Raul Meireles a marcar o primeiro golo. Gosto do rapaz! E, a bem da verdade, se não fosse ele quem sabe se Portugal tinha chegado à fase final do Mundial.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Parece-me é que, depois de verem esta goleada, já muito boa gente acha que Portugal tem a prova no papo. Eu não quero ser pessimista, mas vamos lá ter calminha, que até a bruxa da África do Sul disse que só chegávamos às meias finais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3986687483344637728-4278852489641944807?l=criticanofeminino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criticanofeminino.blogspot.com/feeds/4278852489641944807/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3986687483344637728&amp;postID=4278852489641944807&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986687483344637728/posts/default/4278852489641944807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986687483344637728/posts/default/4278852489641944807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criticanofeminino.blogspot.com/2010/06/sobre-seleccao.html' title='Sobre a selecção'/><author><name>Mi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04891542632460038823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jOCA1k-vovs/S6LA6fzm4vI/AAAAAAAAADs/JfADntk0KLE/S220/katemoss16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3986687483344637728.post-5108139292225386168</id><published>2010-06-19T15:20:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T15:20:35.546+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Do verbo Esquecer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já houve alturas em que pensava nele a todos os segundos. Depois passou para pensar nele apenas de hora em hora. Já passei pela fase em que pensava nele apenas uma vez por dia. Cheguei mesmo a atingir a fase em que apenas me lembrava dele uma vez por semana. Mas os homens devem ter um qualquer radar que lhes envia um &amp;nbsp;alerta quando nós estamos prestes a esquecê-los. Alguma coisa que faz com que eles, no momento certo, façam algo para nos lembrar que ainda ali estão. Ali e aqui. E basta uma simples mensagem para que eu volte a pensar nele todas as semanas, todos os dias, todas as horas, todos os segundos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3986687483344637728-5108139292225386168?l=criticanofeminino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criticanofeminino.blogspot.com/feeds/5108139292225386168/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3986687483344637728&amp;postID=5108139292225386168&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986687483344637728/posts/default/5108139292225386168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986687483344637728/posts/default/5108139292225386168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criticanofeminino.blogspot.com/2010/06/do-verbo-esquecer.html' title='Do verbo Esquecer'/><author><name>Mi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04891542632460038823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jOCA1k-vovs/S6LA6fzm4vI/AAAAAAAAADs/JfADntk0KLE/S220/katemoss16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3986687483344637728.post-7535210844714513328</id><published>2010-06-18T13:20:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T15:22:27.678+01:00</updated><title type='text'>José Saramago</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jOCA1k-vovs/TBtkZ_X1TqI/AAAAAAAAAHE/wz2256HJug4/s1600/saramago.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jOCA1k-vovs/TBtkZ_X1TqI/AAAAAAAAAHE/wz2256HJug4/s320/saramago.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Não há palavras para descrever o génio que acabámos de perder.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3986687483344637728-7535210844714513328?l=criticanofeminino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criticanofeminino.blogspot.com/feeds/7535210844714513328/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3986687483344637728&amp;postID=7535210844714513328&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986687483344637728/posts/default/7535210844714513328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986687483344637728/posts/default/7535210844714513328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criticanofeminino.blogspot.com/2010/06/jose-saramago.html' title='José Saramago'/><author><name>Mi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04891542632460038823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jOCA1k-vovs/S6LA6fzm4vI/AAAAAAAAADs/JfADntk0KLE/S220/katemoss16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jOCA1k-vovs/TBtkZ_X1TqI/AAAAAAAAAHE/wz2256HJug4/s72-c/saramago.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3986687483344637728.post-463867919105102878</id><published>2010-06-17T19:48:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T19:48:28.682+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Seis coisas que não sabem sobre mim</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A &lt;a href="http://meninadonorte.blogspot.com/"&gt;Menina do Norte&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;lançou-me o desafio de revelar seis coisas que vocês não sabem sobre mim. E eu aceitei-o, claro :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;É provável que algumas das coisas vocês já saibam, afinal no blog acabo por partilhar sempre um pouco de mim, mas aqui vai...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1 - Sou maluca por animais.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2 - Esta parece um&amp;nbsp;contra-senso mas... tenho fobia de abelhas! As figurinhas que eu já passei por causa destas malditas...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;3 - Não consigo arrotar de forma que se ouça. Os meus arrotos são silenciosos. (Que coisa tão linda de se partilhar....)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;4 - Irrito-me com uma certa facilidade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;5 - Já protagonizei uma cena digna de um filme (ou de novela, acho que é mais isso).&amp;nbsp;Despejei&amp;nbsp;uma bebida em cima de um "falecido" meu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;6 - Tenho o sonho de, um dia, fazer grandes viagens sozinha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Agora, tenho de lançar este desafio a outros seis blogs:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://starsareshineblog.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://starsareshineblog.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://justalittlemisstaken.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://justalittlemisstaken.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://howmux.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://howmux.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://cegueiramental.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://cegueiramental.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://devaneiosde2desocupadas.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://devaneiosde2desocupadas.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://indecentementeinocente.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://indecentementeinocente.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3986687483344637728-463867919105102878?l=criticanofeminino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criticanofeminino.blogspot.com/feeds/463867919105102878/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3986687483344637728&amp;postID=463867919105102878&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986687483344637728/posts/default/463867919105102878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986687483344637728/posts/default/463867919105102878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criticanofeminino.blogspot.com/2010/06/seis-coisas-que-nao-sabem-sobre-mim.html' title='Seis coisas que não sabem sobre mim'/><author><name>Mi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04891542632460038823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jOCA1k-vovs/S6LA6fzm4vI/AAAAAAAAADs/JfADntk0KLE/S220/katemoss16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3986687483344637728.post-4145514718604342464</id><published>2010-06-16T17:25:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T17:25:22.969+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Keds</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jOCA1k-vovs/TBj5tjrb1UI/AAAAAAAAAG8/C6SYQR0DRxU/s1600/WF34100_2_700x700.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jOCA1k-vovs/TBj5tjrb1UI/AAAAAAAAAG8/C6SYQR0DRxU/s320/WF34100_2_700x700.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Estão a ver esses ténis bem básicos?! Pois bem, eu quero uns!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Já tenho dois pares semelhantes, uns da Primark e outros da Blanco, o problema é que as solas são muito más e com alguns dias de uso começaram logo a querer dar de si. Bem sei que pelo preço que foram, não podia esperar muito mais.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Só não sei é onde posso comprar os da marca original, Keds. Alguém sabe de alguma loja no Porto que venda esta marca?! Ou então outra qualquer semelhante, desde que as solas não se estraguem tão facilmente como os da Primark ou da Blanco.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Muito obrigada :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3986687483344637728-4145514718604342464?l=criticanofeminino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criticanofeminino.blogspot.com/feeds/4145514718604342464/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3986687483344637728&amp;postID=4145514718604342464&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986687483344637728/posts/default/4145514718604342464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986687483344637728/posts/default/4145514718604342464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criticanofeminino.blogspot.com/2010/06/keds.html' title='Keds'/><author><name>Mi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04891542632460038823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jOCA1k-vovs/S6LA6fzm4vI/AAAAAAAAADs/JfADntk0KLE/S220/katemoss16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jOCA1k-vovs/TBj5tjrb1UI/AAAAAAAAAG8/C6SYQR0DRxU/s72-c/WF34100_2_700x700.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3986687483344637728.post-6147009793247358741</id><published>2010-06-13T19:50:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T19:51:06.167+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello stranger</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sei se já repararam, mas os canais de televisão portugueses preparam-nos uma bela noite de cinema.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ele é o Volver na RTP1...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ele é o Closer na SIC...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ele é o The Holiday na TVI...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;É à escolha do freguês!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Já vi os três. Mas acho que, logo à noite, não vou resistir a rever o Closer. É daqueles filmes que não me canso de ver over and over again. E tem uma das melhores cenas de abertura de sempre.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gZVQx44_CZk&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gZVQx44_CZk&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3986687483344637728-6147009793247358741?l=criticanofeminino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criticanofeminino.blogspot.com/feeds/6147009793247358741/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3986687483344637728&amp;postID=6147009793247358741&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986687483344637728/posts/default/6147009793247358741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986687483344637728/posts/default/6147009793247358741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criticanofeminino.blogspot.com/2010/06/noite-de-cinema.html' title='Hello stranger'/><author><name>Mi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04891542632460038823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jOCA1k-vovs/S6LA6fzm4vI/AAAAAAAAADs/JfADntk0KLE/S220/katemoss16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3986687483344637728.post-8093297430733335705</id><published>2010-06-12T17:08:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T17:14:34.564+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Constatações</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O programa Tyra Banks Show é dos programas mais racistas que já vi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ou é porque as mulheres brancas andam a roubar os homens negros a quem eles pertencem, às mulheres negras. Sim, porque parece que para elas o amor tem que ser negro, não pode ser branco nem amarelo. Isto não é racismo?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ou é porque se um homem se sente mais atraído por mulheres brancas, é racista! Mas se diz que se sente mais atraído por mulheres negras, já é perfeitamente normal, não é racista.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Fico com os nervos em franja quando vejo estes programas da Tyra que, supostamente,&amp;nbsp;servem&amp;nbsp;para acabar com os estereótipos raciais. Mas que acabam por se tornar, invariavelmente, em programas com uma enorme conotação racista.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tyra, get over yourself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3986687483344637728-8093297430733335705?l=criticanofeminino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criticanofeminino.blogspot.com/feeds/8093297430733335705/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3986687483344637728&amp;postID=8093297430733335705&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986687483344637728/posts/default/8093297430733335705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986687483344637728/posts/default/8093297430733335705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criticanofeminino.blogspot.com/2010/06/constatacoes.html' title='Constatações'/><author><name>Mi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04891542632460038823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jOCA1k-vovs/S6LA6fzm4vI/AAAAAAAAADs/JfADntk0KLE/S220/katemoss16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3986687483344637728.post-2976974691980864272</id><published>2010-06-11T18:05:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T18:05:57.721+01:00</updated><title type='text'>What always happens. Life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jOCA1k-vovs/TBJsrSm9LpI/AAAAAAAAAG0/n0DBK14-Kks/s1600/600full-(500)-days-of-summer-screenshot.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="338" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jOCA1k-vovs/TBJsrSm9LpI/AAAAAAAAAG0/n0DBK14-Kks/s400/600full-(500)-days-of-summer-screenshot.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;500 days of Summer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3986687483344637728-2976974691980864272?l=criticanofeminino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criticanofeminino.blogspot.com/feeds/2976974691980864272/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3986687483344637728&amp;postID=2976974691980864272&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986687483344637728/posts/default/2976974691980864272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986687483344637728/posts/default/2976974691980864272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criticanofeminino.blogspot.com/2010/06/what-always-happens-life.html' title='What always happens. Life.'/><author><name>Mi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04891542632460038823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jOCA1k-vovs/S6LA6fzm4vI/AAAAAAAAADs/JfADntk0KLE/S220/katemoss16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jOCA1k-vovs/TBJsrSm9LpI/AAAAAAAAAG0/n0DBK14-Kks/s72-c/600full-(500)-days-of-summer-screenshot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3986687483344637728.post-5519998468535180677</id><published>2010-06-10T15:00:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T15:01:00.928+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Perdidamente apaixonada...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jOCA1k-vovs/TBDvV-HQLLI/AAAAAAAAAGs/ABWvaz8UYek/s1600/10-12-091.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jOCA1k-vovs/TBDvV-HQLLI/AAAAAAAAAGs/ABWvaz8UYek/s320/10-12-091.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Max Ryan (arquitecto dinamarquês, no Sexo e a Cidade 2)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;...por este senhor! E pelo seu rabiosque. Tenho a certeza que quem viu o Sexo e a Cidade 2 sabe do que eu estou a falar ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3986687483344637728-5519998468535180677?l=criticanofeminino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criticanofeminino.blogspot.com/feeds/5519998468535180677/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3986687483344637728&amp;postID=5519998468535180677&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986687483344637728/posts/default/5519998468535180677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986687483344637728/posts/default/5519998468535180677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criticanofeminino.blogspot.com/2010/06/perdidamente-apaixonada.html' title='Perdidamente apaixonada...'/><author><name>Mi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04891542632460038823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jOCA1k-vovs/S6LA6fzm4vI/AAAAAAAAADs/JfADntk0KLE/S220/katemoss16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jOCA1k-vovs/TBDvV-HQLLI/AAAAAAAAAGs/ABWvaz8UYek/s72-c/10-12-091.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3986687483344637728.post-1166680100080676197</id><published>2010-06-06T22:02:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T22:02:45.279+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O Sexo e a Cidade</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Diz que &lt;a href="http://noticias.sapo.pt/info/artigo/1068975.html"&gt;elas&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;são o nosso Sexo e a Cidade.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E também diz "Descubra as Semelhanças". Eu cá acho que isso é mesmo um jogo, tipo o "Onde está o Wally?", é que as semelhanças devem estar tão bem escondidinhas, que eu não as encontro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E isto não é a criticar as meninas mencionadas, porque até costumo visitar um daqueles blogues, é a criticar o ridículo daquele artigo, que tenta desencantar as personagens do Sexo e a Cidade à portuguesa. Acho que essa tentativa saiu largamente defraudada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3986687483344637728-1166680100080676197?l=criticanofeminino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criticanofeminino.blogspot.com/feeds/1166680100080676197/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3986687483344637728&amp;postID=1166680100080676197&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986687483344637728/posts/default/1166680100080676197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986687483344637728/posts/default/1166680100080676197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criticanofeminino.blogspot.com/2010/06/o-sexo-e-cidade.html' title='O Sexo e a Cidade'/><author><name>Mi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04891542632460038823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jOCA1k-vovs/S6LA6fzm4vI/AAAAAAAAADs/JfADntk0KLE/S220/katemoss16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3986687483344637728.post-3458383789764653056</id><published>2010-06-05T23:18:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T11:33:01.977+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Perigo de fuga</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nos Globos de Ouro, eram as mamocas da Sofia Cerveira que estavam em perigo de fuga. Na Gala da TVI em homenagem ao Nicolau Breyner, eram as da Sofia Ribeiro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jOCA1k-vovs/TArMQ1nU44I/AAAAAAAAAGk/lvvS5I5XIec/s1600/852x652.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jOCA1k-vovs/TArMQ1nU44I/AAAAAAAAAGk/lvvS5I5XIec/s320/852x652.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Retirado de: &lt;a href="http://www.lux.iol.pt/"&gt;Lux&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Era mesmo necessário?! É que parece que estão ali prestes a saltar-lhe do vestido. Ainda por cima vai ali com um pássaro em cada ombro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Eu sei que esta gala já foi na semana passada, mas ainda não tinha visto os figurinos!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3986687483344637728-3458383789764653056?l=criticanofeminino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criticanofeminino.blogspot.com/feeds/3458383789764653056/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3986687483344637728&amp;postID=3458383789764653056&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986687483344637728/posts/default/3458383789764653056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986687483344637728/posts/default/3458383789764653056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criticanofeminino.blogspot.com/2010/06/perigo-de-fuga.html' title='Perigo de fuga'/><author><name>Mi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04891542632460038823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jOCA1k-vovs/S6LA6fzm4vI/AAAAAAAAADs/JfADntk0KLE/S220/katemoss16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jOCA1k-vovs/TArMQ1nU44I/AAAAAAAAAGk/lvvS5I5XIec/s72-c/852x652.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3986687483344637728.post-3491543893371014774</id><published>2010-06-04T17:32:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T17:32:11.789+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Feira do Livro</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ao vir embora da faculdade aproveitei para dar um salto à Feira do Livro.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Já tinha acabado de ler o "Quinta Avenida" (que, by the way, não gostei muito) e até já tinha feito uma lista de alguns autores portugueses que queria ler.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Acho que escolhi um bom dia para ir, porque, como estava uma tosta no Porto, o pessoal deve ter ido todo para a praia, por isso não havia muita confusão.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Vim de lá com o livro "As três vidas" de João Tordo, cuja capa já coloquei aqui ao lado. Comecei a lê-lo durante a viagem de metro e, uma coisa é certa, este livro&amp;nbsp;agarra-nos à história logo nas primeiras páginas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3986687483344637728-3491543893371014774?l=criticanofeminino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criticanofeminino.blogspot.com/feeds/3491543893371014774/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3986687483344637728&amp;postID=3491543893371014774&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986687483344637728/posts/default/3491543893371014774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986687483344637728/posts/default/3491543893371014774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criticanofeminino.blogspot.com/2010/06/feira-do-livro.html' title='Feira do Livro'/><author><name>Mi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04891542632460038823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jOCA1k-vovs/S6LA6fzm4vI/AAAAAAAAADs/JfADntk0KLE/S220/katemoss16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3986687483344637728.post-6493810525097393422</id><published>2010-06-02T21:54:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T21:54:15.604+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nos últimos dias tenho andado um bocado ausente, não só do meu blog, como também dos vossos. E peço as minhas desculpas por isso! A verdade é que ando numa roda viva, e não é na praia...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Estamos no final do segundo semestre. E eu, como quase toda a gente, tenho o hábito de deixar tudo para o fim. Então, chego a esta altura com uma carga de trabalhos ainda mais pesada do que no resto do ano. Quando o tempo está como tem estado nos últimos dias, isso torna-se ainda mais complicado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Como se isto não fosse suficiente para contribuir para a minha muito boa disposição, ainda tenho uma colega de grupo que decide ir para a terrinha, ao invés de ficar no Porto para ajudar a terminar o trabalho, pelo qual também vai ser avaliada. Até percebo que tenha saudades de ir a casa e tal, mas é uma falta de consideração pelos outros membros do grupo, que ficam cá com o trabalho em mãos. E ainda fico mais danada, quando essa pessoa regressa com um tom de pele que indicia que passou umas belas horas estendida na praia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Uma boa dose de responsabilidade dava muito jeito!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E adivinhem o que vou fazer no feriado de amanhã... Muita praia? Wrong... Vou para a faculdade trabalhar. Yay!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Deixo-vos com o desejo que tenham um feriado melhor que o meu :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3986687483344637728-6493810525097393422?l=criticanofeminino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criticanofeminino.blogspot.com/feeds/6493810525097393422/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3986687483344637728&amp;postID=6493810525097393422&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986687483344637728/posts/default/6493810525097393422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986687483344637728/posts/default/6493810525097393422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criticanofeminino.blogspot.com/2010/06/nos-ultimos-dias-tenho-andado-um-bocado.html' title=''/><author><name>Mi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04891542632460038823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jOCA1k-vovs/S6LA6fzm4vI/AAAAAAAAADs/JfADntk0KLE/S220/katemoss16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3986687483344637728.post-7870766345277977169</id><published>2010-05-30T15:51:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T15:51:48.200+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't forget to...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jOCA1k-vovs/TAJ7bNM778I/AAAAAAAAAGU/IiqRHmpWv4w/s1600/dontbesquare.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jOCA1k-vovs/TAJ7bNM778I/AAAAAAAAAGU/IiqRHmpWv4w/s320/dontbesquare.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3986687483344637728-7870766345277977169?l=criticanofeminino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criticanofeminino.blogspot.com/feeds/7870766345277977169/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3986687483344637728&amp;postID=7870766345277977169&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986687483344637728/posts/default/7870766345277977169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986687483344637728/posts/default/7870766345277977169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criticanofeminino.blogspot.com/2010/05/dont-forget-to_30.html' title='Don&apos;t forget to...'/><author><name>Mi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04891542632460038823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jOCA1k-vovs/S6LA6fzm4vI/AAAAAAAAADs/JfADntk0KLE/S220/katemoss16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jOCA1k-vovs/TAJ7bNM778I/AAAAAAAAAGU/IiqRHmpWv4w/s72-c/dontbesquare.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3986687483344637728.post-2168430476171744885</id><published>2010-05-28T18:34:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T18:34:52.174+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow Patrol</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ontem, estava ansiosa para ver o concerto dos Muse no Rock in Rio, através da Sic Radical (já que não os ia ver ao vivo, ao menos via na televisão). Fiquei desolada quando soube que não ia ser transmitido em directo! Acabei por ficar a ver os Snow Patrol, dos quais apenas conhecia alguns &lt;i&gt;hits&lt;/i&gt;, que nunca me chamaram muito à atenção.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Estes meninos surpreenderam-me muito, pela positiva! Fiquei rendida no momento em que cantaram a &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RBKk61GCvvY"&gt;"You could be happy"&lt;/a&gt;. Achei-os muito mais interessantes ao vivo do que em disco, são muito mais intensos. E o vocalista é uma simpatia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Fico à espera que voltem a Portugal em breve, porque na próxima, não vou querer perder!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3986687483344637728-2168430476171744885?l=criticanofeminino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criticanofeminino.blogspot.com/feeds/2168430476171744885/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3986687483344637728&amp;postID=2168430476171744885&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986687483344637728/posts/default/2168430476171744885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986687483344637728/posts/default/2168430476171744885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criticanofeminino.blogspot.com/2010/05/snow-patrol.html' title='Snow Patrol'/><author><name>Mi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04891542632460038823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jOCA1k-vovs/S6LA6fzm4vI/AAAAAAAAADs/JfADntk0KLE/S220/katemoss16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3986687483344637728.post-5540569803050377419</id><published>2010-05-26T22:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T22:29:42.474+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Síndrome paparazzi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ás vezes acho que sofro do síndrome paparazzi... Ou então, há gente muito idiota!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nunca vos aconteceu, irem no metro sossegadinhas, com uma pessoa sentada à vossa frente, e começarem a ficar com a impressão que essa pessoa vos está a tirar fotografias com o&amp;nbsp;telemóvel?!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A mim já me aconteceu várias vezes. Por isso começo a questionar-me se o problema serei eu, que tenho a mania da perseguição, ou se &amp;nbsp;há mesmo gente imbecil o suficiente para se divertir a tirar fotos a estranhos, no metro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3986687483344637728-5540569803050377419?l=criticanofeminino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criticanofeminino.blogspot.com/feeds/5540569803050377419/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3986687483344637728&amp;postID=5540569803050377419&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986687483344637728/posts/default/5540569803050377419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986687483344637728/posts/default/5540569803050377419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criticanofeminino.blogspot.com/2010/05/sindrome-paparazzi.html' title='Síndrome paparazzi'/><author><name>Mi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04891542632460038823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jOCA1k-vovs/S6LA6fzm4vI/AAAAAAAAADs/JfADntk0KLE/S220/katemoss16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3986687483344637728.post-2985050277298746327</id><published>2010-05-24T22:04:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T22:07:16.860+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Não, agora a sério...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Portugal 0 - 0 Cabo Verde&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Vocês sabem que Portugal está em terceiro lugar no ranking da FIFA?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E que Cabo Verde está no lugar cento e dezassete?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Agora a sério, ganhem vergonha, porque não é a camisola da selecção que ganha jogos. Vocês têm que jogar, mas jogar mesmo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3986687483344637728-2985050277298746327?l=criticanofeminino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criticanofeminino.blogspot.com/feeds/2985050277298746327/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3986687483344637728&amp;postID=2985050277298746327&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986687483344637728/posts/default/2985050277298746327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986687483344637728/posts/default/2985050277298746327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criticanofeminino.blogspot.com/2010/05/nao-agora-serio.html' title='Não, agora a sério...'/><author><name>Mi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04891542632460038823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jOCA1k-vovs/S6LA6fzm4vI/AAAAAAAAADs/JfADntk0KLE/S220/katemoss16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3986687483344637728.post-3131717885834848125</id><published>2010-05-24T17:46:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T17:46:11.597+01:00</updated><title type='text'>As aberrações dos Globos de Ouro</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jOCA1k-vovs/S_qs81KqvfI/AAAAAAAAAGE/Jk7HuV535os/s1600/Globos.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jOCA1k-vovs/S_qs81KqvfI/AAAAAAAAAGE/Jk7HuV535os/s400/Globos.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Márcia, Kátia, Elma e Rita Aveiro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Retirado &lt;a href="http://aeiou.caras.pt/globosdeouro"&gt;daqui&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3986687483344637728-3131717885834848125?l=criticanofeminino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criticanofeminino.blogspot.com/feeds/3131717885834848125/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3986687483344637728&amp;postID=3131717885834848125&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986687483344637728/posts/default/3131717885834848125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986687483344637728/posts/default/3131717885834848125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criticanofeminino.blogspot.com/2010/05/as-aberracoes-dos-globos-de-ouro.html' title='As aberrações dos Globos de Ouro'/><author><name>Mi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04891542632460038823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jOCA1k-vovs/S6LA6fzm4vI/AAAAAAAAADs/JfADntk0KLE/S220/katemoss16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jOCA1k-vovs/S_qs81KqvfI/AAAAAAAAAGE/Jk7HuV535os/s72-c/Globos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3986687483344637728.post-6979289491178065947</id><published>2010-05-23T20:08:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T20:08:42.598+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Desafio 20 dias 20 músicas - Dia 20</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;Dia 20 - A tua canção favorita deste último ano&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/h_56PWFp7Fw&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/h_56PWFp7Fw&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hoje é o último dia do desafio! Foi giríssimo. Eu não vivo sem música, por isso foi um prazer (praticamente) todos os dias partilhar uma música no blog. Espero que tenha sido tão bom para vocês como foi para mim - parafraseando a música dos Da Weasel. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3986687483344637728-6979289491178065947?l=criticanofeminino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criticanofeminino.blogspot.com/feeds/6979289491178065947/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3986687483344637728&amp;postID=6979289491178065947&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986687483344637728/posts/default/6979289491178065947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986687483344637728/posts/default/6979289491178065947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criticanofeminino.blogspot.com/2010/05/desafio-20-dias-20-musicas-dia-20.html' title='Desafio 20 dias 20 músicas - Dia 20'/><author><name>Mi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04891542632460038823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jOCA1k-vovs/S6LA6fzm4vI/AAAAAAAAADs/JfADntk0KLE/S220/katemoss16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3986687483344637728.post-6237699361633952797</id><published>2010-05-22T17:10:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T17:21:27.528+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Desafio 20 dias 20 músicas - Dia 19</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;Dia 19 - Uma canção que te faz rir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AuDFPBv7oAU&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AuDFPBv7oAU&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Porque já me divirto ao som desta música desde os 9 anos!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3986687483344637728-6237699361633952797?l=criticanofeminino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criticanofeminino.blogspot.com/feeds/6237699361633952797/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3986687483344637728&amp;postID=6237699361633952797&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986687483344637728/posts/default/6237699361633952797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986687483344637728/posts/default/6237699361633952797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criticanofeminino.blogspot.com/2010/05/desafio-20-dias-20-musicas-dia-19.html' title='Desafio 20 dias 20 músicas - Dia 19'/><author><name>Mi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04891542632460038823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jOCA1k-vovs/S6LA6fzm4vI/AAAAAAAAADs/JfADntk0KLE/S220/katemoss16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3986687483344637728.post-8792244582476880619</id><published>2010-05-21T15:07:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T15:07:24.790+01:00</updated><title type='text'>H&amp;M Fashion Against AIDS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jOCA1k-vovs/S_aRSHPGl1I/AAAAAAAAAF8/aEmcrbnHIuY/s1600/hm-faa-2010-campaign_03.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jOCA1k-vovs/S_aRSHPGl1I/AAAAAAAAAF8/aEmcrbnHIuY/s320/hm-faa-2010-campaign_03.jpg" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;A colecção Fashion Against AIDS da H&amp;amp;M é tudo de bom. A campanha está brutal. As peças são lindas, seja para usar nos festivais de verão, ou não. Contribui para uma boa causa. Tudo seria perfeito... Até eu descobrir que não ia estar à venda no Porto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Senhores da H&amp;amp;M, aqui a malta do norte também gosta de festivais e tal... Aliás, os festivais de verão mais antigos até são cá no norte!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Malta de Lx, façam o favor de deixar escrito em comentários ou nos vossos blogues, que esta colecção ao vivo é uma desilusão. Please! Eu ia ficar tão contente!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3986687483344637728-8792244582476880619?l=criticanofeminino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criticanofeminino.blogspot.com/feeds/8792244582476880619/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3986687483344637728&amp;postID=8792244582476880619&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986687483344637728/posts/default/8792244582476880619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986687483344637728/posts/default/8792244582476880619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criticanofeminino.blogspot.com/2010/05/h-fashion-against-aids.html' title='H&amp;M Fashion Against AIDS'/><author><name>Mi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04891542632460038823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jOCA1k-vovs/S6LA6fzm4vI/AAAAAAAAADs/JfADntk0KLE/S220/katemoss16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jOCA1k-vovs/S_aRSHPGl1I/AAAAAAAAAF8/aEmcrbnHIuY/s72-c/hm-faa-2010-campaign_03.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3986687483344637728.post-5316907256921650020</id><published>2010-05-20T15:54:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T15:54:36.371+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Desafio 20 dias 20 músicas - Dia 18</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;Dia 18 - Uma canção que queres que toque no teu funeral&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bem, é um bocado deprimente pensar nisto. Mas, depois de alguma reflexão, cheguei à conclusão que a melhor forma de me "homenagearem" no meu funeral seria tocando a minha música favorita. Quem já não se lembra da minha escolha, pode vê-la &lt;a href="http://criticanofeminino.blogspot.com/2010/04/desafio-20-dias-20-musicas-dia-1.html"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Outra coisa que também é deprimente é o facto de estarem trinta graus lá fora e eu enfiada em casa com uma catrefada de trabalhos para fazer. Praia?! Nem vê-la!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3986687483344637728-5316907256921650020?l=criticanofeminino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criticanofeminino.blogspot.com/feeds/5316907256921650020/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3986687483344637728&amp;postID=5316907256921650020&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986687483344637728/posts/default/5316907256921650020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986687483344637728/posts/default/5316907256921650020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criticanofeminino.blogspot.com/2010/05/desafio-20-dias-20-musicas-dia-18.html' title='Desafio 20 dias 20 músicas - Dia 18'/><author><name>Mi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04891542632460038823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jOCA1k-vovs/S6LA6fzm4vI/AAAAAAAAADs/JfADntk0KLE/S220/katemoss16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3986687483344637728.post-7458999982879830297</id><published>2010-05-17T21:49:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T21:50:00.959+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Desafio 20 dias 20 músicas - Dia 17</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;Dia 17 - Uma canção que queres que toque no teu casamento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HZBUb0ElnNY&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HZBUb0ElnNY&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pessoalmente, o casamento não faz parte dos meus planos. Mas acho que um clássico como este se enquadraria na perfeição, até porque a própria letra se adequa ao conceito de casamento.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;(Hoje estou com uma crise de rinite DAQUELAS mesmo!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3986687483344637728-7458999982879830297?l=criticanofeminino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criticanofeminino.blogspot.com/feeds/7458999982879830297/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3986687483344637728&amp;postID=7458999982879830297&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986687483344637728/posts/default/7458999982879830297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986687483344637728/posts/default/7458999982879830297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criticanofeminino.blogspot.com/2010/05/desafio-20-dias-20-musicas-dia-17.html' title='Desafio 20 dias 20 músicas - Dia 17'/><author><name>Mi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04891542632460038823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jOCA1k-vovs/S6LA6fzm4vI/AAAAAAAAADs/JfADntk0KLE/S220/katemoss16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3986687483344637728.post-7198870953502886699</id><published>2010-05-16T11:34:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T11:34:46.676+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Missão cumprida</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A missão toupeira já terminou!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Não sei como, mas quando dei por ela andava a toupeira a passear à superfície (desconfio que tenha sido obra do meu gato, porque ele estava no jardim nessa altura). Fui logo chamar o meu pai para a apanhar. Sim, porque eu só queria vê-la, agora apanhá-la... Já não era comigo! Depois de alguma "luta" ele lá conseguiu apanhá-la com a vassoura e o apanhador e foi colocá-la no jardim da urbanização.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Eu fiquei feliz da vida. Consegui ver a toupeira. Ela já não está no meu jardim. E conseguimos fazer isso sem que ela morresse!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Na caixa de comentários do outro post pediram-me para lhe tirar uma foto, como imaginam no meio desta confusão nem sequer me lembrei. Mas concerteza já viram um rato... Então imaginem um rato com um focinho mais comprido e as patas dianteiras bem maiores (para conseguirem escavar). Aí têm uma toupeira!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3986687483344637728-7198870953502886699?l=criticanofeminino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criticanofeminino.blogspot.com/feeds/7198870953502886699/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3986687483344637728&amp;postID=7198870953502886699&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986687483344637728/posts/default/7198870953502886699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986687483344637728/posts/default/7198870953502886699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criticanofeminino.blogspot.com/2010/05/missao-cumprida.html' title='Missão cumprida'/><author><name>Mi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04891542632460038823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jOCA1k-vovs/S6LA6fzm4vI/AAAAAAAAADs/JfADntk0KLE/S220/katemoss16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3986687483344637728.post-8643380251708334768</id><published>2010-05-15T16:48:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T16:48:34.523+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Desafio 20 dias 20 músicas - Dia 16</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;Dia 16 - Uma canção que ouves quando estás triste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Tqw8_EyXEOA&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Tqw8_EyXEOA&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;(A toupeira continua por cá e eu ainda não a consegui ver.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3986687483344637728-8643380251708334768?l=criticanofeminino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criticanofeminino.blogspot.com/feeds/8643380251708334768/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3986687483344637728&amp;postID=8643380251708334768&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986687483344637728/posts/default/8643380251708334768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986687483344637728/posts/default/8643380251708334768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criticanofeminino.blogspot.com/2010/05/desafio-20-dias-20-musicas-dia-16.html' title='Desafio 20 dias 20 músicas - Dia 16'/><author><name>Mi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04891542632460038823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jOCA1k-vovs/S6LA6fzm4vI/AAAAAAAAADs/JfADntk0KLE/S220/katemoss16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3986687483344637728.post-5114117286915877566</id><published>2010-05-14T16:18:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T16:18:55.296+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Intruso</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho um intruso no meu jardim!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hoje de manhã achei estranho ter a terra remexida. Pensei que tivesse sido o meu cão a esconder um osso, ou qualquer coisa assim, ele é perito nestas coisas. Fiquei conformada com essa explicação.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Na hora de almoço, reparo que o meu gato está com um ar muito atento, a olhar para um dos montes de terra remexida que apareceu no jardim. Alto! Que se passa aqui qualquer coisa... Decidi fazer o mesmo que ele, e fiquei muito atentamente a olhar para o monte de terra, a ver se percebia o porquê daquela atenção toda. E não é que a terra se mexeu sozinha?! A única conclusão que posso tirar é que tenho uma toupeira no jardim!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Já pus lá o meu gato e o meu cão, a ver se apanhavam a bicha. Mas como ela sossega quando os sente lá, eles acabam por desistir de procurar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Agora, vou ficar ali a olhar para o jardim à espera de a ver. Não que saiba o que fazer para me ver livre dela. Mas, como nunca vi uma toupeira ao vivo, fico à espera que seja desta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3986687483344637728-5114117286915877566?l=criticanofeminino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criticanofeminino.blogspot.com/feeds/5114117286915877566/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3986687483344637728&amp;postID=5114117286915877566&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986687483344637728/posts/default/5114117286915877566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986687483344637728/posts/default/5114117286915877566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criticanofeminino.blogspot.com/2010/05/intruso.html' title='Intruso'/><author><name>Mi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04891542632460038823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jOCA1k-vovs/S6LA6fzm4vI/AAAAAAAAADs/JfADntk0KLE/S220/katemoss16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3986687483344637728.post-1925398886024638062</id><published>2010-05-13T16:54:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T16:55:09.138+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Desafio 20 dias 20 músicas - Dia 15</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;Dia 15 - Uma canção que ouves quando estás feliz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1bJMxhvVf0o&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1bJMxhvVf0o&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3986687483344637728-1925398886024638062?l=criticanofeminino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criticanofeminino.blogspot.com/feeds/1925398886024638062/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3986687483344637728&amp;postID=1925398886024638062&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986687483344637728/posts/default/1925398886024638062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986687483344637728/posts/default/1925398886024638062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criticanofeminino.blogspot.com/2010/05/desafio-20-dias-20-musicas-dia-15.html' title='Desafio 20 dias 20 músicas - Dia 15'/><author><name>Mi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04891542632460038823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jOCA1k-vovs/S6LA6fzm4vI/AAAAAAAAADs/JfADntk0KLE/S220/katemoss16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3986687483344637728.post-1083075147409162716</id><published>2010-05-12T19:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T19:56:25.756+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tempo precisa-se!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho andado sem tempo rigorosamente nenhum, nos últimos dias!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A minha rotina baseia-se em sair de casa às 7h30 para ir para a faculdade e só regressar perto das 8h da noite. Ou seja, o tempo que estou em casa é só mesmo para tomar banho, jantar, preparar as coisas do dia seguinte e dormir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Eu sei que, provavelmente, há muita gente com uma rotina igual à minha, ou pior, e que ainda arranja tempo para tudo e mais alguma coisa. Mas eu sou daquelas pessoas que ao fim do terceiro dia assim já está a fechar os olhos em tudo quanto é canto. Preciso de descanso, de ter tempo para não fazer nada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O que me vale é que a quinta e a sexta já são uns dias mais relaxados.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mas, tudo tem o seu lado positivo, com a falta de tempo para tudo, também não tenho tido tempo para ver televisão, o que significa que não tenho levado com o papa!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3986687483344637728-1083075147409162716?l=criticanofeminino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criticanofeminino.blogspot.com/feeds/1083075147409162716/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3986687483344637728&amp;postID=1083075147409162716&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986687483344637728/posts/default/1083075147409162716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986687483344637728/posts/default/1083075147409162716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criticanofeminino.blogspot.com/2010/05/tempo-precisa-se.html' title='Tempo precisa-se!'/><author><name>Mi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04891542632460038823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jOCA1k-vovs/S6LA6fzm4vI/AAAAAAAAADs/JfADntk0KLE/S220/katemoss16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3986687483344637728.post-2817733613601341941</id><published>2010-05-10T22:49:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T22:49:54.262+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Desafio 20 dias 20 músicas - Dia 14</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;Dia 14 - Uma canção que ouves quando estás zangada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/USZzH1L6nKU&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/USZzH1L6nKU&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Esta categoria veio mesmo a calhar hoje. Estou um bocado pissed off! E esta música é perfeita para descarregar as más energias, não é?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3986687483344637728-2817733613601341941?l=criticanofeminino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criticanofeminino.blogspot.com/feeds/2817733613601341941/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3986687483344637728&amp;postID=2817733613601341941&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986687483344637728/posts/default/2817733613601341941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986687483344637728/posts/default/2817733613601341941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criticanofeminino.blogspot.com/2010/05/desafio-20-dias-20-musicas-dia-14.html' title='Desafio 20 dias 20 músicas - Dia 14'/><author><name>Mi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04891542632460038823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jOCA1k-vovs/S6LA6fzm4vI/AAAAAAAAADs/JfADntk0KLE/S220/katemoss16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3986687483344637728.post-1862527650005985634</id><published>2010-05-09T21:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T21:41:55.210+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Constatações</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Constatação nº1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hoje é passagem de ano, ou S.João, ou qualquer coisa parecida, tal é a quantidade de foguetes que já ouvi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Constatação nº2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Não vale a pena ver nenhum telejornal esta semana. Vai ser só benfica e o papa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Basicamente, Sócrates, esta semana até podes acabar com o 13º mês e reduzir os salários em 50%, acho que ninguém dá por ela...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3986687483344637728-1862527650005985634?l=criticanofeminino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criticanofeminino.blogspot.com/feeds/1862527650005985634/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3986687483344637728&amp;postID=1862527650005985634&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986687483344637728/posts/default/1862527650005985634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986687483344637728/posts/default/1862527650005985634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criticanofeminino.blogspot.com/2010/05/constatacoes.html' title='Constatações'/><author><name>Mi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04891542632460038823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jOCA1k-vovs/S6LA6fzm4vI/AAAAAAAAADs/JfADntk0KLE/S220/katemoss16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3986687483344637728.post-2464178128751609944</id><published>2010-05-09T20:11:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T20:12:04.983+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Desafio 20 dias 20 músicas - Dia 13</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;Dia 13 - Uma canção do teu album favorito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TJAfLE39ZZ8&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TJAfLE39ZZ8&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ela até pode estar perdida. Mas este álbum continuará a ser um dos melhores álbuns de sempre!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3986687483344637728-2464178128751609944?l=criticanofeminino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criticanofeminino.blogspot.com/feeds/2464178128751609944/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3986687483344637728&amp;postID=2464178128751609944&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986687483344637728/posts/default/2464178128751609944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986687483344637728/posts/default/2464178128751609944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criticanofeminino.blogspot.com/2010/05/desafio-20-dias-20-musicas-dia-13.html' title='Desafio 20 dias 20 músicas - Dia 13'/><author><name>Mi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04891542632460038823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jOCA1k-vovs/S6LA6fzm4vI/AAAAAAAAADs/JfADntk0KLE/S220/katemoss16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3986687483344637728.post-3746464785685624256</id><published>2010-05-08T22:37:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T22:37:58.050+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Desafio 20 dias 20 músicas - Dia 12</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;Dia 12 - Uma canção que te descreve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ztmIj3JXWPk&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ztmIj3JXWPk&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"This is my mind, and although you try to infringe, you cannot confine."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3986687483344637728-3746464785685624256?l=criticanofeminino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criticanofeminino.blogspot.com/feeds/3746464785685624256/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3986687483344637728&amp;postID=3746464785685624256&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986687483344637728/posts/default/3746464785685624256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986687483344637728/posts/default/3746464785685624256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criticanofeminino.blogspot.com/2010/05/desafio-20-dias-20-musicas-dia-12.html' title='Desafio 20 dias 20 músicas - Dia 12'/><author><name>Mi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04891542632460038823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jOCA1k-vovs/S6LA6fzm4vI/AAAAAAAAADs/JfADntk0KLE/S220/katemoss16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3986687483344637728.post-6893556045388880969</id><published>2010-05-08T16:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T16:09:47.167+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't forget to...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jOCA1k-vovs/S-V-cvsAWyI/AAAAAAAAAF0/-oeqjYQ-RcM/s1600/beyourownwoman.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jOCA1k-vovs/S-V-cvsAWyI/AAAAAAAAAF0/-oeqjYQ-RcM/s320/beyourownwoman.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Não esquecer nunca!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3986687483344637728-6893556045388880969?l=criticanofeminino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criticanofeminino.blogspot.com/feeds/6893556045388880969/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3986687483344637728&amp;postID=6893556045388880969&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986687483344637728/posts/default/6893556045388880969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986687483344637728/posts/default/6893556045388880969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criticanofeminino.blogspot.com/2010/05/dont-forget-to.html' title='Don&apos;t forget to...'/><author><name>Mi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04891542632460038823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jOCA1k-vovs/S6LA6fzm4vI/AAAAAAAAADs/JfADntk0KLE/S220/katemoss16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jOCA1k-vovs/S-V-cvsAWyI/AAAAAAAAAF0/-oeqjYQ-RcM/s72-c/beyourownwoman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3986687483344637728.post-8761524783661682835</id><published>2010-05-07T22:05:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T22:06:32.848+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Desafio 20 dias 20 músicas - Dia 11</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;Dia 11 - Uma canção que ninguém esperaria que gostasses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Lf0tUnUB27I&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Lf0tUnUB27I&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Confesso-me! Algumas músicas das Sugababes figuram na minha playlist... E eu gosto.&lt;br /&gt;Por falar nisso, agora apetece-me ouvir... Vou ali pôr a tocar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3986687483344637728-8761524783661682835?l=criticanofeminino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criticanofeminino.blogspot.com/feeds/8761524783661682835/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3986687483344637728&amp;postID=8761524783661682835&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986687483344637728/posts/default/8761524783661682835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986687483344637728/posts/default/8761524783661682835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criticanofeminino.blogspot.com/2010/05/desafio-20-dias-20-musicas-dia-11.html' title='Desafio 20 dias 20 músicas - Dia 11'/><author><name>Mi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04891542632460038823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jOCA1k-vovs/S6LA6fzm4vI/AAAAAAAAADs/JfADntk0KLE/S220/katemoss16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3986687483344637728.post-5136240475823659963</id><published>2010-05-06T23:08:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T23:09:10.412+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Desafio 20 dias 20 músicas - Dia 10</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;Dia 10 - Uma canção da tua banda favorita&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eMn1zZbKtXY&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eMn1zZbKtXY&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3986687483344637728-5136240475823659963?l=criticanofeminino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criticanofeminino.blogspot.com/feeds/5136240475823659963/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3986687483344637728&amp;postID=5136240475823659963&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986687483344637728/posts/default/5136240475823659963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986687483344637728/posts/default/5136240475823659963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criticanofeminino.blogspot.com/2010/05/desafio-20-dias-20-musicas-dia-10.html' title='Desafio 20 dias 20 músicas - Dia 10'/><author><name>Mi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04891542632460038823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jOCA1k-vovs/S6LA6fzm4vI/AAAAAAAAADs/JfADntk0KLE/S220/katemoss16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3986687483344637728.post-9208238362091008477</id><published>2010-05-06T19:21:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T19:21:10.371+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Haja coerência</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parece-me que, ainda há uns tempos, ouvi alguns dos nossos caros governantes a dizer que a greve da função pública era uma irresponsabilidade, porque o país estava em crise, não podia parar e blablabla... Mas dar tolerância de ponto porque sua santidade(?), o papa, vem a Portugal, isso já não é nada irresponsável!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Haja coerência...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3986687483344637728-9208238362091008477?l=criticanofeminino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criticanofeminino.blogspot.com/feeds/9208238362091008477/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3986687483344637728&amp;postID=9208238362091008477&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986687483344637728/posts/default/9208238362091008477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986687483344637728/posts/default/9208238362091008477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criticanofeminino.blogspot.com/2010/05/haja-coerencia.html' title='Haja coerência'/><author><name>Mi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04891542632460038823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jOCA1k-vovs/S6LA6fzm4vI/AAAAAAAAADs/JfADntk0KLE/S220/katemoss16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3986687483344637728.post-1511878423782309474</id><published>2010-05-05T23:31:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T23:31:32.153+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Desafio 20 dias 20 músicas - Dia 9</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;Dia 9 - Uma canção que te faz adormecer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8K6BSqi9F5A&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8K6BSqi9F5A&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3986687483344637728-1511878423782309474?l=criticanofeminino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criticanofeminino.blogspot.com/feeds/1511878423782309474/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3986687483344637728&amp;postID=1511878423782309474&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986687483344637728/posts/default/1511878423782309474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986687483344637728/posts/default/1511878423782309474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criticanofeminino.blogspot.com/2010/05/desafio-20-dias-20-musicas-dia-9.html' title='Desafio 20 dias 20 músicas - Dia 9'/><author><name>Mi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04891542632460038823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jOCA1k-vovs/S6LA6fzm4vI/AAAAAAAAADs/JfADntk0KLE/S220/katemoss16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3986687483344637728.post-7640535206279978088</id><published>2010-05-05T19:03:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T19:06:18.932+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Diz-se "Quem não deve, não teme"...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E, aparentemente, &lt;a href="http://www.sabado.pt/Multimedia/Videos/Especiais/Ricardo-Rodrigues-entrevista-dura.aspx"&gt;este&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;deputado do PS, deve, e muito!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Cliquem &lt;a href="http://www.sabado.pt/Multimedia/Videos/Especiais/Ricardo-Rodrigues-entrevista-dura.aspx"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;e vejam o vídeo e o texto. Eu deixo-vos com um pequeno &lt;i&gt;teaser&lt;/i&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Esse senhor, deputado pelo PS, de seu nome Ricardo Rodrigues, não gostou das perguntas que os jornalistas da Sábado lhe estavam a fazer. E qual foi a reacção dele?! Toca a enfiar os gravadores no bolso e pôr-se a andar!&lt;br /&gt;Smart move... Sem dúvida nenhuma.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3986687483344637728-7640535206279978088?l=criticanofeminino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criticanofeminino.blogspot.com/feeds/7640535206279978088/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3986687483344637728&amp;postID=7640535206279978088&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986687483344637728/posts/default/7640535206279978088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986687483344637728/posts/default/7640535206279978088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criticanofeminino.blogspot.com/2010/05/diz-se-quem-nao-deve-nao-teme.html' title='Diz-se &quot;Quem não deve, não teme&quot;...'/><author><name>Mi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04891542632460038823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jOCA1k-vovs/S6LA6fzm4vI/AAAAAAAAADs/JfADntk0KLE/S220/katemoss16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3986687483344637728.post-630761325573090314</id><published>2010-05-04T22:07:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T22:07:44.891+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Desafio 20 dias 20 músicas - Dia 8</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;Dia 8 - Uma canção que te faz dançar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4CkXhtw7UNk&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4CkXhtw7UNk&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Porque é inevitável não ficar com vontade de abanar o esqueleto ao ouvir isto. E foi o que me aconteceu no domingo, no concerto deles, na queima.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3986687483344637728-630761325573090314?l=criticanofeminino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criticanofeminino.blogspot.com/feeds/630761325573090314/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3986687483344637728&amp;postID=630761325573090314&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986687483344637728/posts/default/630761325573090314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986687483344637728/posts/default/630761325573090314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criticanofeminino.blogspot.com/2010/05/desafio-20-dias-20-musicas-dia-8.html' title='Desafio 20 dias 20 músicas - Dia 8'/><author><name>Mi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04891542632460038823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jOCA1k-vovs/S6LA6fzm4vI/AAAAAAAAADs/JfADntk0KLE/S220/katemoss16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3986687483344637728.post-1305627096061019455</id><published>2010-05-04T17:16:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T17:18:02.950+01:00</updated><title type='text'>AMEI</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;o concerto dos Franz Ferdinand!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Foi brutal. Bem maior do que eu pensava que iria ser.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Parece que ainda os estou a ouvir na minha cabeça:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"I love the sound of you walking away, you walking away..."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E, claro, estou ainda mais rouca do que ontem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3986687483344637728-1305627096061019455?l=criticanofeminino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criticanofeminino.blogspot.com/feeds/1305627096061019455/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3986687483344637728&amp;postID=1305627096061019455&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986687483344637728/posts/default/1305627096061019455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986687483344637728/posts/default/1305627096061019455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criticanofeminino.blogspot.com/2010/05/amei.html' title='AMEI'/><author><name>Mi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04891542632460038823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jOCA1k-vovs/S6LA6fzm4vI/AAAAAAAAADs/JfADntk0KLE/S220/katemoss16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3986687483344637728.post-2736402405691143490</id><published>2010-05-03T15:12:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T15:12:24.651+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Desafio 20 dias 20 músicas - Dia 7</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Peço desculpa por ontem não ter postado a devida música! Que supostamente seria a música que me lembra de um lugar. Mas, a verdade, é que, para além de não ter tido tempo para vir cá, hoje já estive a pensar e não me lembro de nenhuma música para esse propósito. Por isso, vou fazer um bocadinho de batota e avançar para a música seguinte.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dia 7 - Uma canção que te lembra de um determinado acontecimento&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4L9-AvjsB6g&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4L9-AvjsB6g&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Inesquecível.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E hoje, Franz Ferdinand na queima! E eu estou praticamente sem voz devido à noite de ontem, vai ser lindo ver-me a cantar Franz com esta voz mega sensual.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3986687483344637728-2736402405691143490?l=criticanofeminino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criticanofeminino.blogspot.com/feeds/2736402405691143490/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3986687483344637728&amp;postID=2736402405691143490&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986687483344637728/posts/default/2736402405691143490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986687483344637728/posts/default/2736402405691143490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criticanofeminino.blogspot.com/2010/05/desafio-20-dias-20-musicas-dia-7.html' title='Desafio 20 dias 20 músicas - Dia 7'/><author><name>Mi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04891542632460038823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jOCA1k-vovs/S6LA6fzm4vI/AAAAAAAAADs/JfADntk0KLE/S220/katemoss16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3986687483344637728.post-9208905950818944130</id><published>2010-05-01T22:20:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T22:22:05.150+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Desafio 20 dias 20 músicas - Dia 5</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;Dia 5 - Uma canção que te lembra de alguém&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/z8dW7Ricbk8&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/z8dW7Ricbk8&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David Fonseca - Cold Heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3986687483344637728-9208905950818944130?l=criticanofeminino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criticanofeminino.blogspot.com/feeds/9208905950818944130/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3986687483344637728&amp;postID=9208905950818944130&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986687483344637728/posts/default/9208905950818944130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986687483344637728/posts/default/9208905950818944130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criticanofeminino.blogspot.com/2010/05/desafio-20-dias-20-musicas-dia-5.html' title='Desafio 20 dias 20 músicas - Dia 5'/><author><name>Mi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04891542632460038823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jOCA1k-vovs/S6LA6fzm4vI/AAAAAAAAADs/JfADntk0KLE/S220/katemoss16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3986687483344637728.post-4277738192459788462</id><published>2010-05-01T16:23:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T16:24:18.908+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Hachiko</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ontem vi o filme &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1028532/"&gt;Hachiko: A Dog's Story&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Chorei baba e ranho. Como não me lembro de ter chorado em mais nenhum filme.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O filme é baseado numa história real, de um cão, chamado Hachi, que todos os dias, de manhã, acompanhava o dono até à estação de comboio, e que, ao fim do dia, lá voltava à espera que o dono regressasse do trabalho. Até que, um dia, o dono não regressou mais, pois tinha morrido. A família mudou de casa e tentou levar Hachi com eles, mas o cão, voltava sempre à estação de comboio, à espera do seu dono. Hachi, durante cerca de 9 anos (até à sua própria morte), esperou todos os dias na entrada da estação pelo regresso do dono. Agora, nessa mesma estação encontra-se uma homenagem a este cão, que mostrou qual é o verdadeiro significado de amor e lealdade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jOCA1k-vovs/S9xGi70BsiI/AAAAAAAAAFs/scoEzbahpLI/s1600/800px-Hachiko200505-4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jOCA1k-vovs/S9xGi70BsiI/AAAAAAAAAFs/scoEzbahpLI/s320/800px-Hachiko200505-4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Não percam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3986687483344637728-4277738192459788462?l=criticanofeminino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criticanofeminino.blogspot.com/feeds/4277738192459788462/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3986687483344637728&amp;postID=4277738192459788462&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986687483344637728/posts/default/4277738192459788462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986687483344637728/posts/default/4277738192459788462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criticanofeminino.blogspot.com/2010/05/hachiko.html' title='Hachiko'/><author><name>Mi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04891542632460038823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jOCA1k-vovs/S6LA6fzm4vI/AAAAAAAAADs/JfADntk0KLE/S220/katemoss16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jOCA1k-vovs/S9xGi70BsiI/AAAAAAAAAFs/scoEzbahpLI/s72-c/800px-Hachiko200505-4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3986687483344637728.post-3478726454474801090</id><published>2010-04-30T22:26:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T22:27:12.093+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Desafio 20 dias 20 músicas - Dia 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;Dia 4 - Uma canção que te põe triste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bem, começo já por vos dizer que a canção que me deixa mais K.O. é a Lover, You Should've Come Over, do Jeff Buckley, mas, como ainda há pouco tempo a postei no blog, &lt;a href="http://criticanofeminino.blogspot.com/2010/04/in-mood-for_14.html"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt;, optei por escolher outra. Daquelas que não consigo ouvir sem ficar com a lágrima no olho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AFVlJAi3Cso&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AFVlJAi3Cso&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Adoro! Para além de se encaixar na perfeição nesta categoria, também ficaria muito bem na das músicas favoritas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E reparem como os Pearl Jam eram uns meninos nesse vídeo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3986687483344637728-3478726454474801090?l=criticanofeminino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criticanofeminino.blogspot.com/feeds/3478726454474801090/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3986687483344637728&amp;postID=3478726454474801090&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986687483344637728/posts/default/3478726454474801090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986687483344637728/posts/default/3478726454474801090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criticanofeminino.blogspot.com/2010/04/desafio-20-dias-20-musicas-dia-4.html' title='Desafio 20 dias 20 músicas - Dia 4'/><author><name>Mi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04891542632460038823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jOCA1k-vovs/S6LA6fzm4vI/AAAAAAAAADs/JfADntk0KLE/S220/katemoss16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3986687483344637728.post-4919964440660416008</id><published>2010-04-30T16:24:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T16:25:23.803+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Help!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Meninas (digo meninas porque acho que não vai ser nenhum menino a ajudar-me nesta questão, mas se souberem a resposta, façam favor de se acusar), hoje venho pedir-vos uma ajudinha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Comprei estes sapatinhos na Oysho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jOCA1k-vovs/S9r0-XQGe8I/AAAAAAAAAFk/5maic2j_xys/s1600/oysho.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jOCA1k-vovs/S9r0-XQGe8I/AAAAAAAAAFk/5maic2j_xys/s320/oysho.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;imagem retirada &lt;a href="http://activa.aeiou.pt/artigo.aspx?contentid=6AC5D9EE-C1B9-45CF-A7F6-98A13461A306&amp;amp;channelid=BA8EA00A-FECA-47C0-B65D-D6D2C9126AA6"&gt;daqui&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Eles prometiam ser uns sapatos confortáveis, que me iriam acompanhar durante todo o Verão.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mas, depois de os usar uma vez, a história mudou de cor. Eles são confortáveis, o meu pé é que é um pé complicado lol. Tenho o pé magro e o calcanhar fino, então, o que me acontece é que, conforme ando, o calcanhar foge-me do sapato. E o sapato até tem aquele elástico atrás para não o deixar fugir, supostamente, mas não adianta. E o problema não é do tamanho, porque não podia ser mais pequeno, fica mesmo certinho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Alguém sabe de alguma dica que me possa ajudar?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3986687483344637728-4919964440660416008?l=criticanofeminino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criticanofeminino.blogspot.com/feeds/4919964440660416008/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3986687483344637728&amp;postID=4919964440660416008&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986687483344637728/posts/default/4919964440660416008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986687483344637728/posts/default/4919964440660416008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criticanofeminino.blogspot.com/2010/04/help.html' title='Help!'/><author><name>Mi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04891542632460038823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jOCA1k-vovs/S6LA6fzm4vI/AAAAAAAAADs/JfADntk0KLE/S220/katemoss16.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jOCA1k-vovs/S9r0-XQGe8I/AAAAAAAAAFk/5maic2j_xys/s72-c/oysho.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3986687483344637728.post-8999033565934526783</id><published>2010-04-29T22:34:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T22:34:47.874+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Desafio 20 dias 20 músicas - Dia 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dia 3 - Uma canção que te põe feliz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/X0_dzob846E&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/X0_dzob846E&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Refrescante :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3986687483344637728-8999033565934526783?l=criticanofeminino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criticanofeminino.blogspot.com/feeds/8999033565934526783/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3986687483344637728&amp;postID=8999033565934526783&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986687483344637728/posts/default/8999033565934526783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986687483344637728/posts/default/8999033565934526783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criticanofeminino.blogspot.com/2010/04/desafio-20-dias-20-musicas-dia-3.html' title='Desafio 20 dias 20 músicas - Dia 3'/><author><name>Mi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04891542632460038823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jOCA1k-vovs/S6LA6fzm4vI/AAAAAAAAADs/JfADntk0KLE/S220/katemoss16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3986687483344637728.post-401012253180019330</id><published>2010-04-29T16:41:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T16:42:43.335+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Líder mais influente do mundo em 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Inicialmente, fiquei surpreendida quando vi &lt;a href="http://www.time.com/time/specials/packages/article/0,28804,1984685_1984864,00.html"&gt;isto&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O presidente Lula, do Brasil, foi considerado, pela Time Magazine, o líder mais influente do mundo em 2010. Tendo o presidente dos EUA, Obama, ficado apenas em 4º lugar. Mas, pensado melhor, faz algum sentido, o Brasil está a transformar-se numa das grandes potências a nível mundial, graças a este homem. Ainda que, as imensas diferenças sociais continuem a existir. Por outro lado, também não se consegue mudar um país daquele tamanho de um dia para o outro. E, no que diz respeito às desigualdades na distribuição da riqueza, os países ditos desenvolvidos estão a ficar cada vez mais parecidos com o Brasil. Como o diz Michael Moore no comentário para a Time: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;What Lula wants for Brazil is what we used to call the American Dream. We in the U.S., by contrast, where the richest 1% now own more financial wealth than the bottom 95% combined, are living in a society that is fast becoming more like Brazil."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Já que falo no Brasil, vejam &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-rkleG2waug"&gt;este&lt;/a&gt; vídeo. Uma deputada destas fazia-nos cá falta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3986687483344637728-401012253180019330?l=criticanofeminino.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://criticanofeminino.blogspot.com/feeds/401012253180019330/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3986687483344637728&amp;postID=401012253180019330&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986687483344637728/posts/default/401012253180019330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3986687483344637728/posts/default/401012253180019330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://criticanofeminino.blogspot.com/2010/04/lider-mais-influente-do-mundo-em-2010.html' title='Líder mais influente do mundo em 2010'/><author><name>Mi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04891542632460038823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jOCA1k-vovs/S6LA6fzm4vI/AAAAAAAAADs/JfADntk0KLE/S220/katemoss16.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3986687483344637728.post-1965705638466427400</id><published>2010-04-28T23:07:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T23:09:26.438+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Desafio 20 dias 20 músicas - Dia 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt; &lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dia 2 - A tua canção menos favorita&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5T0utQ-XWGY&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5T0utQ-XWGY&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Até fico com arrepios por estar a postar esta música no blog... É que acho isto tão mau. Blargh! 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