<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749743338688431911</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Sat, 14 Nov 2009 23:47:12 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>Boyzitu</title><description></description><link>http://boyzitu.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>boyzitu_86@hotmail.com (Boyzitu)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>236</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749743338688431911.post-5730344631676794649</guid><pubDate>Mon, 05 Oct 2009 00:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-05T01:04:46.953+01:00</atom:updated><title>Olimpiadas 2016</title><description>Esta publicidade da cidade candidata (e vencedora) dos jogos olimpicos de 2016 está muito gira.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parabéns brasil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Z00jjc-WtZI&amp;amp;border=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Z00jjc-WtZI&amp;border=1&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1749743338688431911-5730344631676794649?l=boyzitu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://boyzitu.blogspot.com/2009/10/olimpiadas-2016.html</link><author>boyzitu_86@hotmail.com (Boyzitu)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749743338688431911.post-4164798258540428398</guid><pubDate>Fri, 25 Sep 2009 01:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-25T02:14:47.584+01:00</atom:updated><title>Comichão no nariz!</title><description>LOLOLOLOLOLOLOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AI eu já não aguento mais LOLOLOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este é o MELHOR de todos. Pode não ter muita piada na primeira vez, mas esperimentem ver 3-4 vezes. É brutal, ainda não consegui parar de rir LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/958kuLa_mic&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/958kuLa_mic&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1749743338688431911-4164798258540428398?l=boyzitu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://boyzitu.blogspot.com/2009/09/comichao-no-nariz.html</link><author>boyzitu_86@hotmail.com (Boyzitu)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749743338688431911.post-2698315906251688442</guid><pubDate>Fri, 25 Sep 2009 00:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-25T01:41:59.544+01:00</atom:updated><title>Hula!</title><description>LOLOL não consegui resistir e tive de por o Hula aqui, já me doi a barriga de tanto rir LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uX0q1vO-zqw&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uX0q1vO-zqw&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hienas, detesto hienas&lt;br /&gt;qual e o teu﻿ plano para distrair estes tipos?&lt;br /&gt;UM ISCO VIVO&lt;br /&gt;boa ideia ... HEYYYYY&lt;br /&gt;va la timon voces têm de as distrair!&lt;br /&gt;o que queres que eu faça? q me vista para o baile e q dance o hula?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LUAU!!&lt;br /&gt;Quem quiser comer boa carne venha cá&lt;br /&gt;meu amigo pumba é a melhor carne que há&lt;br /&gt;você vai gostar, vai-se﻿ empanturrar&lt;br /&gt;e nenhuma conta para pagar!&lt;br /&gt;Quer um pouquinho? (quer, quer, quer?)&lt;br /&gt;De touçinho? (quer, quer, quer?)&lt;br /&gt;Ele é um porco! (sou, sou!)&lt;br /&gt;E você pode ser também! Puh! &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/1749743338688431911-2698315906251688442?l=boyzitu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://boyzitu.blogspot.com/2009/09/hula.html</link><author>boyzitu_86@hotmail.com (Boyzitu)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749743338688431911.post-3324257389507842094</guid><pubDate>Fri, 25 Sep 2009 00:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-25T01:30:05.571+01:00</atom:updated><title>Hakuna Matata!</title><description>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E graças a isto voltei anos atras, á minha infância. ora vejam:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4SKa4gLZXmk&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4SKa4gLZXmk&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Até me arrepiei só de ver isto novamente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Na minha opinião, acho que devia ser obrigatório ver este filme pelo menos uma vez na vida :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sério....já não se faz filmes de animação como estes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tão linndoooooooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;HAKUNA MATATA!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1749743338688431911-3324257389507842094?l=boyzitu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://boyzitu.blogspot.com/2009/09/hakuna-matata.html</link><author>boyzitu_86@hotmail.com (Boyzitu)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749743338688431911.post-5977764139511616025</guid><pubDate>Mon, 14 Sep 2009 22:26:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-14T23:58:42.576+01:00</atom:updated><title>Desafios</title><description>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Bem, não é que eu não goste de responder a este tipo de "correntes" que agora existem muito, mas nunca tive muita paciencia para os fazer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mas lá tanto me chatearam que pronto, deixa-os lá ficarem contentes e vou então responder a um.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Desafio 1 - Selo de apurar os sentidos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://fotos.sapo.pt/Igz2B2rMI1IviLZpN5g9" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Regras:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*Exibir o selo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*Indicar o link do blog de quem o recebi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/minhaluz.blogs.sapo.pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Minha Luz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*Indicar outros 5 blogs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Dizer qual o sentido que melhor me descreve:&lt;br /&gt;Por acaso nunca pensei nisso, o sentido que melhor me descreve...Talvez o olhar, todas as pessoas dizem-me que faço "muitas caretas com os olhos", ainda não percebi muito bem o porque, ja tentei olhar ao espelho e tanter com que funcionasse mas não, não chego la. mas por acaso é um dos sentidos que mais gosto, sou muito observador, olho muito, vejo todos os pequenos movimentos que cada um faz, como se os tivesse a estudar ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*Para cada Sentido responder às perguntas:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Audição: Qual o som que mais gostas de ouvir?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Eu acho que não tenho um som preferido, sou mais do tipo de pessoa que escolhe os sons conforme o estado de espirito, ou da situação. Mas gosto de sons calmos, relaxantes, no carro so tenho grupo de musica com vozes femininas, acho que o som suave delas acalma lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Visão: Qual a tua imagem favorita?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Um gajo podre de bom :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tacto. O que mais gostas de sentir na pele?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;O meu gato a lamber-me o braço, arranha mas é quente e tem piada lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Paladar: Qual o teu sabor favorito?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;O sabor (que não tem sabor lol) de agua gelada quando acordo no meio da noite cheio de sede....ai sabe tão bem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Olfacto: Qual o cheiro que te faz bem? .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Não sei, nunca pensei nisso, qualquer um que não cheire mal...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Desafio 2 - Acertar em cheio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dizer qual é a peça de vestuário preferida:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sinceramente não percebo a finalidade deste desafio, dizer a minha peça de vestuario preferido? Sei lá lol, mesmo que nao gostasse de alguma coisa, era obrigado a vestir senão andava nu....por isso é razao para dizer que gosto de todas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Supostamente agora era para dizer blogs para fazerem o mesmo....mas como eu não acho piada a isto, olha, quem quiser que faça e que se divirta :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1749743338688431911-5977764139511616025?l=boyzitu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://boyzitu.blogspot.com/2009/09/desafios.html</link><author>boyzitu_86@hotmail.com (Boyzitu)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749743338688431911.post-8445196686979211607</guid><pubDate>Mon, 14 Sep 2009 21:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-14T23:22:57.403+01:00</atom:updated><title>Um dia daqueles :D</title><description>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zwGZlOYZB5U/Sq7A-Wpd-gI/AAAAAAAAAtM/0P7ACju_iHk/s1600-h/home_cooking.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381450782218254850" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zwGZlOYZB5U/Sq7A-Wpd-gI/AAAAAAAAAtM/0P7ACju_iHk/s400/home_cooking.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Antes de mais, a minha ausencia deve-se ao facto de andar muito cansado do trabalho e de so ter uma folga durante a semana, além de esta ser a pior época lá no trabalho com a confusão do regresso as aulas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Felizmente como no Domingo saí mais cedo, eu e mais outra colega e mais outra ex-colega combinámos dias antes em que iamos aproveitar o domingo para fazer algo diferente. E lá fomos, o destino foi quarteira na casa de uma delas, home cooking feito por moi je e hair style feito por elas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Fomos fazer compras ao pingo salgado, tudo do mais barato que conseguimos encontrar e eu então fiquei eleito o cozinheiro da noite, enquanto elas lá se lembraram de andar a brincar as cabeleireiras e a pintarem os cabelos enquanto eu lhes fazia a papinha. Massa gratinada no forno, que até ficou bom (so faltava sal, nada que não pudesse ser resolvido).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Depois disso, fomos desmoer para a avenida, a comer os gajos com os olhos e a dizer parvoices e palhaçadas pelo caminho, a cantar a nova musica dos black eyed peas, traduzida que não sei porque, de tao estupida que é, fazia rir até o mais deprimido. Parámos para comer um balde de gelado e depois de 500km a andar, lá voltamos para casa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;lembrei-me em levar o monopoly, a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/unsbocadinhosdemim.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*_Uns Bocadinhos de Mim_*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; foi presa umas 10 vezes (e isto sem exagero!) e a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://empontorebucado.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Em Ponto de Rebuçado &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;não aceitava as minhas propostas de compra e venda. Conclusão: ganhei :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dormimos todos lá, a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://empontorebucado.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Em Ponto de Rebuçado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; ressona e o sofá da &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/unsbocadinhosdemim.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*_Uns Bocadinhos de Mim_*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; é muito fofinho e bom de se dormir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Acordei super bem disposto e la fomos direitinhos para mais um dia de trabalho (hoje)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&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/1749743338688431911-8445196686979211607?l=boyzitu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://boyzitu.blogspot.com/2009/09/um-dia-daqueles-d.html</link><author>boyzitu_86@hotmail.com (Boyzitu)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zwGZlOYZB5U/Sq7A-Wpd-gI/AAAAAAAAAtM/0P7ACju_iHk/s72-c/home_cooking.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749743338688431911.post-2918220478460099356</guid><pubDate>Wed, 09 Sep 2009 12:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-09T13:21:47.749+01:00</atom:updated><title>09/09/2009</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hoje tamos a 09/09/2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Não sei se tem algum significado especial ou não, mas também não gosto assim muito do 9 por isso é-me igual lol&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/1749743338688431911-2918220478460099356?l=boyzitu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://boyzitu.blogspot.com/2009/09/09092009.html</link><author>boyzitu_86@hotmail.com (Boyzitu)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749743338688431911.post-5608304852906295835</guid><pubDate>Sat, 05 Sep 2009 03:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-05T04:20:10.460+01:00</atom:updated><title>Rede ex aequo</title><description>&lt;a href="http://www.rea.pt/"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 349px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 100px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377817637238998226" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zwGZlOYZB5U/SqHYpe52BNI/AAAAAAAAAtE/yyEBGtCMgVM/s400/logorea_B.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;O ano passado, quando fui assaltado dentro do meu prórpio trabalho, levaram-me os documentos e tudo o que tinha na mala. Mas havia uma coisa na carteira que sempre me orgulhei ter, o cartão de sócio da rede ex aequo. Foi uma das coisas que fiquei triste em ter perdido, não sei porque, mas orgulhava-me andar com aquele cartãozinho dentro da carteira do tipo "eu faço parte de uma organização de gays, lesbicas, bissexuais, transgéneros e simpatizantes".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ora nem mais, hoje apanhei um amigo meu que me vai ajudar a reaver o meu cartão, infelizmente será uma segunda via lol, com 3 anos de quotas em atraso mas ao que parece com um numero de sócio que vale ouro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E que tal se voces se inscreverem? Não custa nada, são só 10€ por ano e da descontos em coisas giras :D&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/1749743338688431911-5608304852906295835?l=boyzitu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://boyzitu.blogspot.com/2009/09/rede-ex-aequo.html</link><author>boyzitu_86@hotmail.com (Boyzitu)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zwGZlOYZB5U/SqHYpe52BNI/AAAAAAAAAtE/yyEBGtCMgVM/s72-c/logorea_B.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749743338688431911.post-6274654808647139155</guid><pubDate>Thu, 03 Sep 2009 04:28:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-03T05:29:21.149+01:00</atom:updated><title>Novo</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Bem, mudei a aparencia do Boyzitu. Acho que ficou mais bonito, só falta por os links dos blogs. Se quiserem que ponha o vosso, é so deixar o comentario :)&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/1749743338688431911-6274654808647139155?l=boyzitu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://boyzitu.blogspot.com/2009/09/novo.html</link><author>boyzitu_86@hotmail.com (Boyzitu)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749743338688431911.post-5021988371572841249</guid><pubDate>Thu, 03 Sep 2009 01:54:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-03T03:07:00.010+01:00</atom:updated><title>Crepusculo</title><description>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zwGZlOYZB5U/Sp8kDwTSoNI/AAAAAAAAAs8/g3DtJrbrlv4/s1600-h/wall_crepusculo2_10241.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377056127027683538" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zwGZlOYZB5U/Sp8kDwTSoNI/AAAAAAAAAs8/g3DtJrbrlv4/s400/wall_crepusculo2_10241.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Já não sei há quantos meses que ouço falar em Crepusculo isto, crepusculo aquilo, ai e é tão lindo, e tem vampiros e lobisomens, ai e o crepusculo e os vampiros...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ainda no Domingo levei a hora de almoço toda e ouvir das minhas colegas a história completa do livro e a comentarem o filme, e a familia deste é contra a do outro, e os vampiros não sei quê...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Fiquei farto. Pedi o filme a elas para ver de que é que tanto falam, já que não se calam com aquilo, ao menos fico a saber se o que elas falam tem interesse ou se nem vale apena ouvir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Conclusão: Vi o filme ontem, e hoje fui direitinho comprar o livro LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Até que não é mau, a história em si (pelo menos do filme) não é pesada, é um filme leve, apesar de me fazer confusão os vampiros irem a rua durante o dia (o que me leva a crer que a escritora é do contra lol)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Segundo o que me disseram, existem 4 livros, ou melhor, calhamaços de um milhão de páginas cada um. E o segundo filme sai em Novembro ou lá o que é.&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/1749743338688431911-5021988371572841249?l=boyzitu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://boyzitu.blogspot.com/2009/09/crepusculo.html</link><author>boyzitu_86@hotmail.com (Boyzitu)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zwGZlOYZB5U/Sp8kDwTSoNI/AAAAAAAAAs8/g3DtJrbrlv4/s72-c/wall_crepusculo2_10241.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749743338688431911.post-2965386973607829913</guid><pubDate>Mon, 31 Aug 2009 23:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-01T00:47:20.374+01:00</atom:updated><title>Housewives</title><description>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zwGZlOYZB5U/Spxg5DHJmkI/AAAAAAAAAs0/wdGcjha6Tz4/s1600-h/004232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376278588377635394" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zwGZlOYZB5U/Spxg5DHJmkI/AAAAAAAAAs0/wdGcjha6Tz4/s400/004232.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zwGZlOYZB5U/Spxg49NoMtI/AAAAAAAAAss/jn97Im-iKMg/s1600-h/desperate-housewives-season-six-promo-pic-04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 295px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376278586794193618" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zwGZlOYZB5U/Spxg49NoMtI/AAAAAAAAAss/jn97Im-iKMg/s400/desperate-housewives-season-six-promo-pic-04.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dia 27 de Setembro....ELAS voltam!&lt;/span&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/1749743338688431911-2965386973607829913?l=boyzitu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://boyzitu.blogspot.com/2009/09/housewives.html</link><author>boyzitu_86@hotmail.com (Boyzitu)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zwGZlOYZB5U/Spxg5DHJmkI/AAAAAAAAAs0/wdGcjha6Tz4/s72-c/004232.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749743338688431911.post-6867395980787930633</guid><pubDate>Sat, 29 Aug 2009 23:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-30T00:19:21.142+01:00</atom:updated><title>:(</title><description>&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;e eram 20...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1749743338688431911-6867395980787930633?l=boyzitu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://boyzitu.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post.html</link><author>boyzitu_86@hotmail.com (Boyzitu)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749743338688431911.post-8777680542527012011</guid><pubDate>Sat, 29 Aug 2009 00:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-29T02:00:13.436+01:00</atom:updated><title>Dias Medievais (2ª parte)</title><description>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zwGZlOYZB5U/Sph8sh7WoGI/AAAAAAAAAsk/OQ-NwyCB2io/s1600-h/P8280073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375183259730092130" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zwGZlOYZB5U/Sph8sh7WoGI/AAAAAAAAAsk/OQ-NwyCB2io/s400/P8280073.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zwGZlOYZB5U/Sph8sBsIXLI/AAAAAAAAAsc/SGf7V5ZE46I/s1600-h/P8280075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375183251076308146" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zwGZlOYZB5U/Sph8sBsIXLI/AAAAAAAAAsc/SGf7V5ZE46I/s400/P8280075.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zwGZlOYZB5U/Sph8rxcUIgI/AAAAAAAAAsU/BlbjQgKoaZU/s1600-h/P8280071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375183246715003394" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zwGZlOYZB5U/Sph8rxcUIgI/AAAAAAAAAsU/BlbjQgKoaZU/s400/P8280071.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zwGZlOYZB5U/Sph8rUfGJyI/AAAAAAAAAsM/_WGY3GmHu3Q/s1600-h/P8280070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375183238942041890" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zwGZlOYZB5U/Sph8rUfGJyI/AAAAAAAAAsM/_WGY3GmHu3Q/s400/P8280070.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zwGZlOYZB5U/Sph8q8INAJI/AAAAAAAAAsE/4SF15lUXjxY/s1600-h/P8280068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375183232403570834" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zwGZlOYZB5U/Sph8q8INAJI/AAAAAAAAAsE/4SF15lUXjxY/s400/P8280068.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zwGZlOYZB5U/Sph7ZJfwmfI/AAAAAAAAAr8/3NbxQq3VeCo/s1600-h/P8280064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375181827242760690" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zwGZlOYZB5U/Sph7ZJfwmfI/AAAAAAAAAr8/3NbxQq3VeCo/s400/P8280064.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zwGZlOYZB5U/Sph7YjrJFQI/AAAAAAAAAr0/Y95eC2736es/s1600-h/P8280058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375181817089955074" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zwGZlOYZB5U/Sph7YjrJFQI/AAAAAAAAAr0/Y95eC2736es/s400/P8280058.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zwGZlOYZB5U/Sph7YUdH0hI/AAAAAAAAArs/sLyOHN6UXiY/s1600-h/P8280047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375181813004620306" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zwGZlOYZB5U/Sph7YUdH0hI/AAAAAAAAArs/sLyOHN6UXiY/s400/P8280047.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zwGZlOYZB5U/Sph7X3xwApI/AAAAAAAAArk/BAIy7rJRCNY/s1600-h/P8280046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375181805306512018" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zwGZlOYZB5U/Sph7X3xwApI/AAAAAAAAArk/BAIy7rJRCNY/s400/P8280046.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zwGZlOYZB5U/Sph7XL_jmuI/AAAAAAAAArc/ofRNtfrYxL8/s1600-h/P8280043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375181793553259234" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zwGZlOYZB5U/Sph7XL_jmuI/AAAAAAAAArc/ofRNtfrYxL8/s400/P8280043.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;O que é que posso dizer.... foi LINDO, foi ESPECTACULAR, foi....nem tenho palavras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;O cheiro,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As cores,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A alegria,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A tradição,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;A música,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A história,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Enfim, tudo positivo. Nunca tinha ido aos dias medievais mas aquilo é mesmo um mundo a parte, reviver o passado e sentir que não tou em 2009 mas sim algures no passado, até havia o cambio de moedas, compravamos coisas com elas, deixando o euro temporariamente de lado, lá andava eu com "reais" e ainda trouxe uma moeda que já não deu para voltar a trocar lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;E a vila tava toda decorada, as casas com bandeiras e enfeites da época&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E logo eu que adoro história, parecia mesmo que tava num conto de fadas, a minha boca não fechava lol, era só "ahhhhhh tão lindo"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E depois as bancas egipcias e marroquinas na feira, cheias de chás e especiarias e objectos tradicionais. Os cheiros das comidas e das essencias....outro mundo mesmo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Fantástico mesmo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;(não tirei mais fotos porque nem ligava a maquina com o entusiasmo de ver tudo lol)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1749743338688431911-8777680542527012011?l=boyzitu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://boyzitu.blogspot.com/2009/08/dias-medievais-2-parte.html</link><author>boyzitu_86@hotmail.com (Boyzitu)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zwGZlOYZB5U/Sph8sh7WoGI/AAAAAAAAAsk/OQ-NwyCB2io/s72-c/P8280073.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749743338688431911.post-4943151611274290505</guid><pubDate>Thu, 27 Aug 2009 20:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-27T21:10:44.881+01:00</atom:updated><title>Dias Medievais</title><description>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zwGZlOYZB5U/Spbn6uMs7KI/AAAAAAAAArU/Xm4bsVz9X7I/s1600-h/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 385px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 147px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374738201333001378" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zwGZlOYZB5U/Spbn6uMs7KI/AAAAAAAAArU/Xm4bsVz9X7I/s400/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Começam hoje os "Dias medievais de Castro Marim". E eu vou agora!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Depois ponho aqui fotos (se me deixarem tirar claro lol)&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/1749743338688431911-4943151611274290505?l=boyzitu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://boyzitu.blogspot.com/2009/08/dias-medievais.html</link><author>boyzitu_86@hotmail.com (Boyzitu)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zwGZlOYZB5U/Spbn6uMs7KI/AAAAAAAAArU/Xm4bsVz9X7I/s72-c/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749743338688431911.post-7340483537181899901</guid><pubDate>Sat, 22 Aug 2009 01:54:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-22T03:02:13.382+01:00</atom:updated><title>Votação</title><description>&lt;a href="http://www.tripoutgaytravel.com/awards/"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372602500727902562" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zwGZlOYZB5U/So9RgldDEWI/AAAAAAAAArM/L1oMB1lsaAs/s400/side-bar-300x200.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;O site &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tripoutgaytravel.com/awards"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;www.tripoutgaytravel.com/awards&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; está a promover uma votação turistico-cultural para determinar a melhor cidade gay do mundo, assim como outras votações (melhor bar, melhor hotel, etc.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As melhores cidades para votar são:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Barcelona&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Buenos Aires&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;London&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Montreal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Rio de Janeiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sydney&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Eu escolhi Londres porque sou fanático pela Inglaterra e acho aquilo lindo (apesar de nunca ter lá ido).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Se quiserem podem seguir o link e votar, até dia 28 de Setembro&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/1749743338688431911-7340483537181899901?l=boyzitu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://boyzitu.blogspot.com/2009/08/votacao.html</link><author>boyzitu_86@hotmail.com (Boyzitu)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zwGZlOYZB5U/So9RgldDEWI/AAAAAAAAArM/L1oMB1lsaAs/s72-c/side-bar-300x200.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749743338688431911.post-4220598870618697080</guid><pubDate>Fri, 21 Aug 2009 15:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-21T16:45:20.351+01:00</atom:updated><title>Fim</title><description>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zwGZlOYZB5U/So7BA2xO2WI/AAAAAAAAArE/SFnJ-jhFyA0/s1600-h/post+-+fim+de+ferias.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372443625945749858" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zwGZlOYZB5U/So7BA2xO2WI/AAAAAAAAArE/SFnJ-jhFyA0/s400/post+-+fim+de+ferias.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E hoje é o meu último dia de férias.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A partir de amanhã é sempre a bombar :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1749743338688431911-4220598870618697080?l=boyzitu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://boyzitu.blogspot.com/2009/08/fim.html</link><author>boyzitu_86@hotmail.com (Boyzitu)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zwGZlOYZB5U/So7BA2xO2WI/AAAAAAAAArE/SFnJ-jhFyA0/s72-c/post+-+fim+de+ferias.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749743338688431911.post-6085749914146729648</guid><pubDate>Fri, 21 Aug 2009 04:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-21T06:00:41.261+01:00</atom:updated><title>Naruto</title><description>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Naruto é uma criança que vive em Konoha, a vila ninja do País do Fogo. Quando ainda bebe, Naruto teve um youkai, que na crença japonesa representa um monstro, aprisionado no seu corpo, o &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bijuu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; chamado &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kyuubi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; (uma raposa com 9 caudas), pelo&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yondaime Hokage&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;, para salvar a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aldeia da folha&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;. Desde então, Naruto é visto por muitas pessoas como um monstro, não só pelos familiares das pessoas mortas pela Kyuubi, mas também por pessoas que sofrem com as parvoices feitas por ele, que é extremamente arteiro. Incompreendido, Naruto sonha em se tornar um ninja poderoso, e ser nomeado &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hokage&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;(pessoa mais forte e poderosa da vila), para assim poder ser reconhecido por todos.&lt;br /&gt;Ele entra na &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Academia Ninja&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;, onde sofre com as notas baixas, mas é ajudado por seu professor, que posteriormente se torna seu amigo, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Iruka Umino&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;. Consegue finalmente se tornar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Genin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;, e a partir daí passa a ser ensinado por um dos mais talentosos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Jonins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kakashi &lt;/strong&gt;Hatake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;, e forma uma equipe com mais dois colegas seus, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sakura Haruno&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sasuke Uchiha&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;. O &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;anime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;, conta sobre as missões que Naruto Uzumaki, Sakura Haruno e Sasuke Uchiha devem cumprir e, posteriormente, o &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Exame Chunin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;, que selecionará aqueles que passarão para o segundo nível ninja.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;in wikipédia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Por outras palavras, Naruto é um cartoon Japonês, do género Dragon Ball, com centenas de episodeos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;É sobre ninjas, que possuem poderes especiais, usando chakra que lhes dá o poder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;É a história de um rapaz, que cresceu sem pais, e que tem o sonho de se tornar o mais forte, passando por inumeras aventuras com os seus amigos e derrotanto os maus da fita.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Para dizer a verdade, vi o primeiro episódeo e detestei, não achei piada nenhuma. Tempos depois convenceram-me a continuar a ver e heis que já vou no episodeo numero 133 (isto em 2 semanas talvez lol).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;É extremamente viciante, é extremamente cómico, com a sua grande dose de lutas e técnicas de ninjas. Dá também muitas lições de moral (tipico dos japoneses lol).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zwGZlOYZB5U/So4mlI40saI/AAAAAAAAAq0/jUGczxpOhPw/s1600-h/naruto(56).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372273824982413730" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zwGZlOYZB5U/So4mlI40saI/AAAAAAAAAq0/jUGczxpOhPw/s400/naruto(56).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Uzumaki Naruto,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Definido como um jovem ninja muito exibido e energético, sem dizer "problemático". Um dos seus maiores poderes é a confiança em si mesmo e nos outros. Ele é barulhento e ate atrapalhado mas e principalmente honesto. Um dos seus maiores desejos é virar um ninja do jeito dele, não um ninja ferramenta, ele quer que todos o respeitem e tem como sonho se tornar um Hokage. Naruto é treinado por Hatake Kakashi junto com Uchiha Sasuke e Haruno Sakura, por quem é apaixonado. ele foi treinado também por um dos lendários sannins, Jiraiya. Ele tem um dom incrível, de fazer amizade com poucas palavras, e muda o coração de diversas pessoas na sua jornada. Ele considera Sasuke como o seu rival e amigo, Naruto sempre quis superá-lo em tudo e também ser igual a ele. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zwGZlOYZB5U/So4mkqKhBhI/AAAAAAAAAqs/5VB1G8vIbHI/s1600-h/1146727137_utoSasuke8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372273816735122962" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zwGZlOYZB5U/So4mkqKhBhI/AAAAAAAAAqs/5VB1G8vIbHI/s400/1146727137_utoSasuke8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Uchiha Sasuke, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ele quer vingar-se de Uchiha Itachi, irmão mais velho, que matou todo o seu clã, o clã Uchiha. Com 15 anos, Sasuke consegue a sua vingança e mata Itachi. A sua decisão foi ser o melhor em tudo, para que um dia pudesse restaurar o clã. Por causa desse sonho, ficou distante, frio. Adora mostrar sua superioridade. É esperto, conseguindo captar rápido as coisas. Mesmo assim, tem um coração gentil, que se preocupa com os companheiros. Todas as raparigas da academia gostavam de Sasuke, deixando muitos com uma grande inveja. Acha irritante o jeito de Sakura e encontrou em Naruto um grande amigo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 315px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372275996718677650" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zwGZlOYZB5U/So4ojjPGPpI/AAAAAAAAAq8/hXvBktlVZm8/s400/643549-sakura_haruno_2_super.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zwGZlOYZB5U/So4mlI40saI/AAAAAAAAAq0/jUGczxpOhPw/s1600-h/naruto(56).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Haruno Sakura,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Fica feliz quando calha na mesma equipa de Sasuke. Achava que para ser uma boa ninja era preciso apenas decorar livros e depois tudo seria fácil, mas depois de um tempo vê como a vida de uma ninja é difícil. Apesar de ser tábua, ela cresce muito ao decorrer da série, deixando de ser um simples ninja, para uma ninja determinada. Tem uma rivalidade enorme com Yamanaka Ino, que antes era sua melhor amiga e fez com que ela, que antes era excluída pelos seus colegas por causa da sua "testa grande" e também pela sua "timidez", fizesse amigos e se tornasse uma rapariga extrovertida. Depois de Naruto e Sasuke irem embora, ela é treinada por Tsunade-sama, uma ninja médica. Com o treino de Tsunade, Sakura aprende jutsus médicos e a controlar o seu chakra para aumentar sua força física. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1749743338688431911-6085749914146729648?l=boyzitu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://boyzitu.blogspot.com/2009/08/naruto.html</link><author>boyzitu_86@hotmail.com (Boyzitu)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zwGZlOYZB5U/So4mlI40saI/AAAAAAAAAq0/jUGczxpOhPw/s72-c/naruto(56).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749743338688431911.post-1912378816189705039</guid><pubDate>Wed, 19 Aug 2009 03:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-19T04:53:46.228+01:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zwGZlOYZB5U/Sot286LknwI/AAAAAAAAAqc/e73BDb34b-g/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371517769351470850" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zwGZlOYZB5U/Sot286LknwI/AAAAAAAAAqc/e73BDb34b-g/s400/5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zwGZlOYZB5U/Sot28bRcDlI/AAAAAAAAAqU/U33sgIOFFHg/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371517761054576210" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zwGZlOYZB5U/Sot28bRcDlI/AAAAAAAAAqU/U33sgIOFFHg/s400/4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zwGZlOYZB5U/Sot28Ki-BWI/AAAAAAAAAqM/AO4-EnXuw0s/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371517756564702562" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zwGZlOYZB5U/Sot28Ki-BWI/AAAAAAAAAqM/AO4-EnXuw0s/s400/3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zwGZlOYZB5U/Sot27iGL11I/AAAAAAAAAqE/GZ33QogIjfE/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371517745706555218" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zwGZlOYZB5U/Sot27iGL11I/AAAAAAAAAqE/GZ33QogIjfE/s400/2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zwGZlOYZB5U/Sot27JDylbI/AAAAAAAAAp8/ne03670yroA/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371517738985625010" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zwGZlOYZB5U/Sot27JDylbI/AAAAAAAAAp8/ne03670yroA/s400/1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ai, o que eu vou ter de aguentar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1749743338688431911-1912378816189705039?l=boyzitu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://boyzitu.blogspot.com/2009/08/ai-o-que-eu-vou-ter-de-aguentar.html</link><author>boyzitu_86@hotmail.com (Boyzitu)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zwGZlOYZB5U/Sot286LknwI/AAAAAAAAAqc/e73BDb34b-g/s72-c/5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749743338688431911.post-5527635733309233</guid><pubDate>Tue, 18 Aug 2009 19:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-18T20:37:43.159+01:00</atom:updated><title>Pride Disco</title><description>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zwGZlOYZB5U/SosC2fs8QSI/AAAAAAAAAp0/-6MqrcVO5Ic/s1600-h/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 262px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 274px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371390115815637282" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zwGZlOYZB5U/SosC2fs8QSI/AAAAAAAAAp0/-6MqrcVO5Ic/s400/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;No Sábado passado fui novamente a Albufeira, mas desta vez o destino foi outro. Abriu um novo bar gay, o Pride Disco. A verdade é que não ia com muitas espectativas porque, como já conhecia os outros dois bares, sempre pensei que iria encontrar algo do género: pequeno e sem espaço para nada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Felizmente pela primeira vez, fiquei surpreendido e a minha ideia de bar gay parece que existe mesmo. Não tem nada a ver com os outros dois. Em termos de decoração, achei excelente. Divide-se em três partes: a pista para dançar, onde tem o palco para os shows, a zona para relaxar (se bem que parece mais zona de engate) e a varanda, onde se pode falar a vontade 8sem barulho de musica) e apanhar ar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nunca vi tanto gay junto (tava cheio mas talvez seria por ser o segundo dia do funcionamento do bar, ou seja, novidade).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A única coisa de que não gostei foi do show. Elas não eram muito giras e não tinham jeitinho nenhum (também pode ser pelo nervosismo...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mas sim senhor, gostei.&lt;/span&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/1749743338688431911-5527635733309233?l=boyzitu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://boyzitu.blogspot.com/2009/08/pride-disco.html</link><author>boyzitu_86@hotmail.com (Boyzitu)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zwGZlOYZB5U/SosC2fs8QSI/AAAAAAAAAp0/-6MqrcVO5Ic/s72-c/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749743338688431911.post-9043528002868523264</guid><pubDate>Fri, 14 Aug 2009 20:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-14T22:00:33.805+01:00</atom:updated><title>Correio</title><description>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ontem fui sair novamente a Albufeira para me distrair do horrível dia que tive, tava mesmo a precisar. 2ª vez em bares gay, já não pareceu assim taoooo estranho (só um bocadinho, ainda vejo situações que ainda não me habituei).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;O primeiro bar tava as moscas, porém deu para assistir ao show da Linda Xenon, a imitar Tina Turner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ficou vazio e então fomos para o outro, que ao contrario do primeiro, tinha mais gente e tava a decorrer um jogo, ao qual achei muito "de engate". Mas lá decidimos jogar também. Cada um tinha um numero colado na t-shirt e depois escrevia-se algo num post-it e afixava-se num quadro de cortiça. A travesti fazia de pomba correia e ia entregando o correio ao seu destinatário.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tive que receber uma mensagem : lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369926732049612658" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zwGZlOYZB5U/SoXP6WWw_3I/AAAAAAAAAps/qCJ_26jaC9g/s400/DSC00068.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;É caso para dizer: Odeio aquarios, directos para a minha lista negra lol&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/1749743338688431911-9043528002868523264?l=boyzitu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://boyzitu.blogspot.com/2009/08/correio.html</link><author>boyzitu_86@hotmail.com (Boyzitu)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zwGZlOYZB5U/SoXP6WWw_3I/AAAAAAAAAps/qCJ_26jaC9g/s72-c/DSC00068.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>9</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749743338688431911.post-6985314605625652218</guid><pubDate>Thu, 13 Aug 2009 12:05:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-13T13:21:40.481+01:00</atom:updated><title>Adeus, Avó</title><description>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zwGZlOYZB5U/SoQE7o6t3DI/AAAAAAAAApk/MlrL1rBJpUU/s1600-h/avo2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 302px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369422078374960178" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zwGZlOYZB5U/SoQE7o6t3DI/AAAAAAAAApk/MlrL1rBJpUU/s400/avo2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A minha avó, do lado paterno, teve 5 filhos: 2 rapazes (um dos quais é meu pai) e 3 raparigas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cada uma das minhas tias teve duas filhas, excepto uma que teve três. O meu tio é infértil, o meu pai teve a minha irmã e eu. Vendo bem, eu sou o único rapaz, a única pessoa com a possibilidade de avançar com o nome da familia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nunca conheci nenhum dos meus avôs: quando eu nasci, o avô paterno já tinha morrido e o materno morreu poucos meses depois de eu nascer. Por isso só sei o que é ter avós. Apesar de ser o único rapaz, a verdade é que nunca tive grande contacto com a avó paterna, apesar de morarmos perto, as netinhas sempre foram as preferidas mas eu nunca liguei a isso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje essa minha avó faleceu, com 90 anos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;provavelmente terá morrido coma idade, apesar de, já desde ha algum tempo atras, ter tado doente. Já em Junho, na época em que fiz anos, ela teve muito mal e deve ter pensado "não vou morrer agora que o meu neto faz anos"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bem, não sei que mais dizer, não consigo pensar.&lt;br /&gt;Eu sabia que as minhas férias não iriam correm nada bem.&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/1749743338688431911-6985314605625652218?l=boyzitu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://boyzitu.blogspot.com/2009/08/adeus-avo.html</link><author>boyzitu_86@hotmail.com (Boyzitu)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zwGZlOYZB5U/SoQE7o6t3DI/AAAAAAAAApk/MlrL1rBJpUU/s72-c/avo2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749743338688431911.post-2233176214184579965</guid><pubDate>Wed, 12 Aug 2009 17:05:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-12T18:26:24.465+01:00</atom:updated><title>Red is a slow colour</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zwGZlOYZB5U/SoL24-AnNkI/AAAAAAAAApc/B4rT7C2id_I/s1600-h/thegathering.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369125164357727810" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zwGZlOYZB5U/SoL24-AnNkI/AAAAAAAAApc/B4rT7C2id_I/s400/thegathering.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The black house in in my street&lt;br /&gt;looks too dark just to go inside&lt;br /&gt;But when I do&lt;br /&gt;I cannot move because of&lt;br /&gt;the mess in the hallway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The picture on the wall is chaotic&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to look at it&lt;br /&gt;But when I do&lt;br /&gt;I cannot speak because of&lt;br /&gt;the confusion in my head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am unfit and I want to leap away&lt;br /&gt;But when I do&lt;br /&gt;The red colour comes after me&lt;br /&gt;It is fierce and it moves slow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The picture on the wall is chaotic&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to look at it&lt;br /&gt;But when I do&lt;br /&gt;I cannot speak because of&lt;br /&gt;the confusion in my head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am unfit and I want to leap away&lt;br /&gt;But when I do&lt;br /&gt;The red colour comes after me&lt;br /&gt;It is fierce and it moves slow &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/1749743338688431911-2233176214184579965?l=boyzitu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://boyzitu.blogspot.com/2009/08/red-is-slow-colour.html</link><author>boyzitu_86@hotmail.com (Boyzitu)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zwGZlOYZB5U/SoL24-AnNkI/AAAAAAAAApc/B4rT7C2id_I/s72-c/thegathering.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749743338688431911.post-2332236284957942411</guid><pubDate>Tue, 11 Aug 2009 16:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-11T17:29:45.163+01:00</atom:updated><title>Sims 3</title><description>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zwGZlOYZB5U/SoGcWt4SvnI/AAAAAAAAApU/uM95_WAahok/s1600-h/ela.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 250px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368744144889101938" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zwGZlOYZB5U/SoGcWt4SvnI/AAAAAAAAApU/uM95_WAahok/s400/ela.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zwGZlOYZB5U/SoGcWcT6xqI/AAAAAAAAApM/zJHKD7vq84Y/s1600-h/ele.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 250px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368744140173133474" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zwGZlOYZB5U/SoGcWcT6xqI/AAAAAAAAApM/zJHKD7vq84Y/s400/ele.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E como já não tenho Tomb Raider para jogar, voltei para os The Sims.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como não tinha muito tempo disponivel (por causa do trabalho) nunca consegui explorar o jogo como deve ser, mas agora tenho tado a jogar e até tá engraçado, não tá muito diferente dos antigos mas claro, tem as suas diferenças.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Temos mais liberdade na construção das casas, em termos e escolher cores e mudar objectos a nossa maneira.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A interacção com os sims ta melhor, podemos fazer milhares de coisas diferentes sem chegar rápidamente ao ponto de nos aborrecermos por não haver nada de novo para fazer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zwGZlOYZB5U/SoGbhkCKzQI/AAAAAAAAApE/h5ByJN2Vabs/s1600-h/sala.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 250px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368743231713103106" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zwGZlOYZB5U/SoGbhkCKzQI/AAAAAAAAApE/h5ByJN2Vabs/s400/sala.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zwGZlOYZB5U/SoGbhdncnzI/AAAAAAAAAo8/5vX60ngXQ1A/s1600-h/quarto.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 250px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368743229990412082" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zwGZlOYZB5U/SoGbhdncnzI/AAAAAAAAAo8/5vX60ngXQ1A/s400/quarto.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zwGZlOYZB5U/SoGbhCMO3MI/AAAAAAAAAo0/IMfu9nljokY/s1600-h/cozinha.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 250px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368743222628506818" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zwGZlOYZB5U/SoGbhCMO3MI/AAAAAAAAAo0/IMfu9nljokY/s400/cozinha.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zwGZlOYZB5U/SoGbg70gZjI/AAAAAAAAAos/Eey0B1Zi5wU/s1600-h/casa2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 250px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368743220918380082" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zwGZlOYZB5U/SoGbg70gZjI/AAAAAAAAAos/Eey0B1Zi5wU/s400/casa2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zwGZlOYZB5U/SoGbgUzTgEI/AAAAAAAAAok/KQR571enTE4/s1600-h/casa.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 250px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368743210444357698" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zwGZlOYZB5U/SoGbgUzTgEI/AAAAAAAAAok/KQR571enTE4/s400/casa.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1749743338688431911-2332236284957942411?l=boyzitu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://boyzitu.blogspot.com/2009/08/sims-3.html</link><author>boyzitu_86@hotmail.com (Boyzitu)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zwGZlOYZB5U/SoGcWt4SvnI/AAAAAAAAApU/uM95_WAahok/s72-c/ela.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749743338688431911.post-2567975030638725884</guid><pubDate>Mon, 10 Aug 2009 22:54:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-11T00:28:51.793+01:00</atom:updated><title>Parvoices</title><description>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Como cheguei ao fim do Tomb Raider Underworld ha cerca de 10 minutos atrás (pela 10ª vez lol) aproveito este tempinho antes de começar a ver o Senhor dos Aneis para contar alguma parvoice pois não tenho nada que fazer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há uma semana e tal atrás, quando comecei as férias, decidi fazer um upgrade ao hardware do meu pc. Aproveitei que recebi um pouco mais de ordenado e então arregacei as mangas e pus-me ao trabalho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sabia eu o stress que iria apanhar durante a semana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Primeiro vou eu muito contente e compro um processador. O meu era um Pentium 4 3.2GHz, ou seja, já era assim meio velhinho e o pc tava já muito lento. Peguei em mim e comprei um Core 2 Quad Q8200.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tava todo contente e a pensar que quando chegaria a casa ia ter um super pc pra poder jogar a vontade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1º problema&lt;/span&gt;: não era compativel com a motherboard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Voltei a loja e troquei por outro: Core 2 E7400. E como o homem não queria dar a diferença em dinheiro, optei por uma placa gráfia mais potente da minha, de uma gforce 8200 passei para uma 9400&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2º problema&lt;/span&gt;: CPU muito avançado para a minha motherboard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Resolvi ver preços e decidi optar com comprar uma motherboard em vez de ir trocar o CPU por um compativel. Encomendei pela net, levou 2 dias a chegar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Chegou. Levei um dia inteiro a montar o pc, fios e mais fios, pior que um quebra cabeça mas cheguei ao fim com tudo montado e direitinho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3º problema&lt;/span&gt;: o disco rigido - não sei porque mas a motherboard devia achá-lo muito antigo e não queria deixar-me instalar um sistema operativo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Solução: encomendei um disco novo (160gb - tão muito caros :s)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;2 dias depois chega ele e quando, finalmente, consigo instalar o windows e quando, finalmente, posso testar o meu novo (sim com a quantidade de peças que mudei, posso dizer que ficou novo) bixinho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NAO TEM NADA A VER!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super rápido, os jogos já nem soluçam, O novo Tomb Raider parece manteiga (tirando as partes de nevoeiro que se nota ficar um pouco lento).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E depois a placa gráfica tem opção HDMI, e o meu monitor é de 22', imaginem só isto a jogar lol, parece que tamos no cinema.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Moral da história: nunca comprem nada sem terem a certeza se serve ou não&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ai tou contente :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(eu disse que ia falar em parvoices lol)&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/1749743338688431911-2567975030638725884?l=boyzitu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://boyzitu.blogspot.com/2009/08/parvoices.html</link><author>boyzitu_86@hotmail.com (Boyzitu)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749743338688431911.post-1266116075717561997</guid><pubDate>Mon, 10 Aug 2009 20:48:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-10T21:49:44.101+01:00</atom:updated><title>Thor</title><description>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zwGZlOYZB5U/SoCHvfDmojI/AAAAAAAAAoc/Z3iVVrmp9os/s1600-h/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 250px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368440005685846578" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zwGZlOYZB5U/SoCHvfDmojI/AAAAAAAAAoc/Z3iVVrmp9os/s400/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E foi assim, que apanhei o "Thor's Hammer"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;:D&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/1749743338688431911-1266116075717561997?l=boyzitu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://boyzitu.blogspot.com/2009/08/thor.html</link><author>boyzitu_86@hotmail.com (Boyzitu)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zwGZlOYZB5U/SoCHvfDmojI/AAAAAAAAAoc/Z3iVVrmp9os/s72-c/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>