<?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-5000599745638254584</id><updated>2011-08-01T22:23:36.861+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Rato's Hidden Place</title><subtitle type='html'>O lugar perdido dos meus pensamentos.....</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000599745638254584/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000599745638254584/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Rato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17470357778964101403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://web.ist.utl.pt/ist151341/blog.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>104</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000599745638254584.post-6869542411151673799</id><published>2010-06-04T13:27:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T13:38:00.797+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O melhor do Quim</title><content type='html'>O panorama musical tuga não para de surpreender.&lt;br /&gt;Neste caso não sei se pela positiva ou pela negativa :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isto é o melhor que há do Hip-Hop e do Rock and Roll tudo no mesmo artista que por mais incrível que pareça vem da musica de baile :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Quim Barreiros - Eu Perdi Os Tres&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mhebrJ7EFSk&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mhebrJ7EFSk&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b" 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;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Quim Barreiros - O Meu Chéri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9fsP4DUxuS4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9fsP4DUxuS4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b" 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;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Quim Barreiros - Casamento Gay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iaItmiZTHP8&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iaItmiZTHP8&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b" 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;br /&gt;Esta ultima não tem por objectivo gozar com nenhuma franja da sociedade. Apenas respeitando o direito à igualdade e à liberdade de expressão.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5000599745638254584-6869542411151673799?l=ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com/feeds/6869542411151673799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000599745638254584&amp;postID=6869542411151673799&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000599745638254584/posts/default/6869542411151673799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000599745638254584/posts/default/6869542411151673799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com/2010/06/o-melhor-do-quim.html' title='O melhor do Quim'/><author><name>Rato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17470357778964101403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://web.ist.utl.pt/ist151341/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000599745638254584.post-2342240132740318162</id><published>2010-04-01T16:01:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T16:03:53.722+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Livrinho das caras e o erro magico</title><content type='html'>&lt;h2 style="font-weight: normal;" class="dialog_title"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Isto foi o que o livrinho das cara me disse quando tentei escrever o que segue abaixo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;h2 style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" class="dialog_title"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Status Too Long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" class="dialog_body"&gt;Your status update is  too long. The maximum status length is 420 characters, but it is 2455  characters long.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Epa isto de ter um livrinho das caras e não vir aqui dizer que acabei de  almoçar exatamente a 1h e 32 minutos e que mais logo vou para um  determinado local que agora ainda não sei bem onde. Ainda falta dizer  que gosto muito de um video que vi a semana passado no youtube porque  alguem que nao conheço me mandou para o mail e que me avisava do fim do  mundo em 2012 ou talvez apenas falasse do filme 2012 onde acaba o mundo  já nao me lembro bem.&lt;br /&gt;Outra coisas que me vai na alma é o facto de a minha alma pesar mais que  a alma das outras pessoas, não sei se é por estar mais gordinho se é  por ter um coração de pedra, que no fundo é uma pedra mole pois bate  mesmo quando estou a dormir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faltava ainda algo muito importante num poste deste tipo que é falar de  XXX ou mais conhecido por porno obviamente não vou deixar aqui links  pois se isso acontecesse as pessoas iam pensar que eu tinha aberto o  mail do 2012 e tinha vírus no PC. Pensado bem eu abri o mail ou talvez  nem tenha recebido nada e apenas esta estória do mail seja uma mentira  do dia 1 de Abril, Qualquer das formas não me parece que isto do porno  seja a melhor forma de acabar o post pois não é uma assunto muito  querido pelas pessoas embora que sem o porno a internet não tinha  sobrevivido à fase 0.9 Beta  e nunca na vida tinha sido possível ter a o  mIRC, a chamada na altura Internet 1.0. Para os que não sabem, ou pior,  não querem saber a Internet 2.0 do IM, redes sociais e blogs já tem o  fim anunciado pois agora já tão a ser desenvolvidos esforços para acabar  com a internet como todos nós a conhecemos. A internet vai passar para  um nível mais transcendente a chamada Iinternet 3.5i 3G.&lt;br /&gt;Agora já chega de falar de tecnologia. Vou ainda partilhar com vocês  como a minha alegria é grande por hoje ser quinta-feira e amanha ser  sexta-feira, que para muitos é Santa e para muitos outros Santa duas  vezes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E agora que já escrevi montes de coisas sem nexo queira dar-te os  parabéns se conseguiste chegar a este paragrafo mas se pensas que as  parvoíces vão acabar tens toda a razão. Apenas quero acrescentar que  perdi 20 minutos a bater no teclado sem ter ideia do que ia escrever e  saiu isto.&lt;br /&gt;Uma reflexão para todos: Será que o que eu escrevi aqui em cima é  arte??? ou apenas uma grande merda como muitos dos pseudo-artistas por  esse mundo fora fazem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: não quero ser polémico e todos os assuntos neste post abordados são  da exclusiva responsabilidade do Vírus informático que os gerou.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5000599745638254584-2342240132740318162?l=ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com/feeds/2342240132740318162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000599745638254584&amp;postID=2342240132740318162&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000599745638254584/posts/default/2342240132740318162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000599745638254584/posts/default/2342240132740318162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com/2010/04/livrinho-das-caras-e-o-erro-magico.html' title='Livrinho das caras e o erro magico'/><author><name>Rato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17470357778964101403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://web.ist.utl.pt/ist151341/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000599745638254584.post-502231550958150979</id><published>2009-12-04T13:51:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-12-04T14:15:42.984Z</updated><title type='text'>Os belos anos 80</title><content type='html'>No outro dia estava eu a tirar partido da Web 2.0 quando me deparei com este clássico&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Vx26zKgdD6M&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b"&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/Vx26zKgdD6M&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma sugestão seguida de outra e parece que andei para traz no tempo.&lt;br /&gt;Fui encontrar pérolas que marcaram a minha infância.&lt;br /&gt;Deixo aqui algumas:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Já na altura a crise se fazia sentir por isso não venham agora os políticos dizer que o problema é da crise :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fxlNRnxG-ZY&amp;amp;hl=en_US&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/fxlNRnxG-ZY&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Esta mete os bonecos actuais a um canto, pelo menos ensinava os tipos de animais :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5fQsYbH5Wb8&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5fQsYbH5Wb8&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Este é simplesmente divinal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SJ-yCEB0aHc&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SJ-yCEB0aHc&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A rebeldia dos anos 80, qual morangos ou rebelde way qual quê!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_zBgPhsxfhI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_zBgPhsxfhI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5000599745638254584-502231550958150979?l=ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com/feeds/502231550958150979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000599745638254584&amp;postID=502231550958150979&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000599745638254584/posts/default/502231550958150979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000599745638254584/posts/default/502231550958150979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com/2009/12/os-belos-anos-80.html' title='Os belos anos 80'/><author><name>Rato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17470357778964101403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://web.ist.utl.pt/ist151341/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000599745638254584.post-7759255455168556356</id><published>2009-11-17T15:03:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-11-17T15:17:10.898Z</updated><title type='text'>Colin Mcrae e NFS são para meninos</title><content type='html'>Este domingo descobri o que é o verdadeiro choque de adrenalina.&lt;br /&gt;Como o nosso corpo estranhamente desliga tudo e se foca numa coisa em particular. Como o 3 ou 4 segundos parecem uma eternidade.&lt;br /&gt;Antes de mais devo avisar que não devem fazer isto em casa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não é que no domingo por volta das 9 e pouco da noite vinha eu com o meu irmão e uma amiga de carro para Lisboa quando, por motivos de chuva intensa, ali no quilometro x da A1 (perto da saida de Aveiras) apanhamos um lençol de agua. O carro fugiu e demos 2 piões e fomos embater com certa violência  no separador central.&lt;br /&gt;Aqueles segundos durante e os minutos depois pareceram uma eternidade.&lt;br /&gt;Parece que agora encaro a vidinha de uma forma diferente. Por exemplo quando vejo na TV noticias com as estatisticas das mortes na estrada, aquele problema que só acontece aos outros, provoca uma sensação estranha de compreenção e de "podiam muito bem tar a falar de mim".&lt;br /&gt;Faz todo o sentido os avisos de "Com chuva modere a velocidade", sim porque 120 com chuva é velociade a mais. Eu vivi isso na pele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E pronto era só para dizer isto.&lt;br /&gt;Ahh já me esquecia o meu trabalho no ciist também se está a revelar mais interessante que o previsto :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5000599745638254584-7759255455168556356?l=ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com/feeds/7759255455168556356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000599745638254584&amp;postID=7759255455168556356&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000599745638254584/posts/default/7759255455168556356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000599745638254584/posts/default/7759255455168556356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com/2009/11/colin-mcrae-e-nfs-sao-para-meninos.html' title='Colin Mcrae e NFS são para meninos'/><author><name>Rato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17470357778964101403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://web.ist.utl.pt/ist151341/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000599745638254584.post-340288081164550503</id><published>2009-11-04T17:52:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-11-08T21:04:11.813Z</updated><title type='text'>Porno ou Musica</title><content type='html'>Para todos vocês que já foram apanhados a ver porno na net ou no vosso histórico do browser faz auto-complete para a palavra prono deixo aqui uma possível desculpa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Porno for Pyros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/scJuNQtYlZE&amp;amp;hl=en&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/scJuNQtYlZE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para quem não sabe este meninos já acabaram. Mas deixo aqui algumas coisas que alguns deles fazem ou fizeram.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Conhecem Jane's Addiction??&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Conhecem Red Hot Chili Peppers?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Já ouviram falar do festival Lollapalooza?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;pronto isto são algumas coisas que estão relacionadas com estes meninos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Existe ainda informação na internet que os compara com bandas como Pearl Jam, Silverchair e Fishbone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isto é também para calar uns meninos que comentaram um determinado vídeo do que coloquei aqui no blog :P hihihi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5000599745638254584-340288081164550503?l=ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com/feeds/340288081164550503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000599745638254584&amp;postID=340288081164550503&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000599745638254584/posts/default/340288081164550503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000599745638254584/posts/default/340288081164550503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com/2009/11/porno-ou-musica.html' title='Porno ou Musica'/><author><name>Rato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17470357778964101403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://web.ist.utl.pt/ist151341/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000599745638254584.post-5890131744817970655</id><published>2009-11-02T13:05:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-11-02T13:24:13.607Z</updated><title type='text'>Pão-Por-Deus vs Halloween</title><content type='html'>Este domingo surgiu em mim uma grande duvida.&lt;br /&gt;Mas o que aconteceu à tradição da minha aldeia de ir pedir o pão-por-deus??&lt;br /&gt;Para quem não sabe é ir de porta em porta pedir bolinhos e coisas assim (mas sem fazer travessuras nem mascarados de bruxas ou vampiros)&lt;br /&gt;Na minha infância era um dia muito divertido porque as pessoas davam romãs, figos, amêndoas, nozes, broas (das de comer e não as de fumar) e um ou outro copito de agua-pé daquela caseira feita por métodos ancestrais de pisar as uvas com os pés. Depois ao fim da tarde eu e mais 3 ou 4 amigos tínhamos um lanche diferente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora não!!!&lt;br /&gt;É só festas do halloween morcegos e bruxas por todo lado. Os putos com grandes broas (estas sim das de fumar), a ouvir musica ordinária e a beber bebidas destiladas até cair para o lado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tive o domingo quase todo em casa e só uma miudinha foi pedir os bolinhos (que a minha mãe tinha preparados para a ocasião), fiquei deveras triste com a situação.&lt;br /&gt;Nem um puto para ir cmg beber um copito e comer um figo seco com uma noz no meio.&lt;br /&gt;Agora só querem computadores e consolas de jogos. As tradições da aldeia estão claramente a perder a magia o que é uma pena.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estas novas ideias importadas dos países de origem saxónica vendem mais e como alguém diria "são sper fixes" asfixiam por completo o belo do bolinho e do copito do tinto palheto.&lt;br /&gt;A única coisa boa é que sobram muitos bolinhos e broas para mim, uma vez que praticamente ninguém apareceu para as pedir.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5000599745638254584-5890131744817970655?l=ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com/feeds/5890131744817970655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000599745638254584&amp;postID=5890131744817970655&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000599745638254584/posts/default/5890131744817970655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000599745638254584/posts/default/5890131744817970655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com/2009/11/pao-por-deus-vs-halloween.html' title='Pão-Por-Deus vs Halloween'/><author><name>Rato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17470357778964101403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://web.ist.utl.pt/ist151341/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000599745638254584.post-6309744867810195633</id><published>2009-10-09T16:51:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T16:53:58.857+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Gostei!!!!</title><content type='html'>Gostei particularmente deste vídeo por no inicio achar que a moça era parva :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vejam ate ao fim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YOhxoRyA5P4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&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/YOhxoRyA5P4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5000599745638254584-6309744867810195633?l=ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com/feeds/6309744867810195633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000599745638254584&amp;postID=6309744867810195633&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000599745638254584/posts/default/6309744867810195633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000599745638254584/posts/default/6309744867810195633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com/2009/10/gostei.html' title='Gostei!!!!'/><author><name>Rato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17470357778964101403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://web.ist.utl.pt/ist151341/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000599745638254584.post-4585177095567530601</id><published>2009-09-06T18:21:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T18:52:33.664+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Religioes!!!!! Cada qual com as suas</title><content type='html'>Estava a navegar por a blogosfera e deparo-me com este &lt;a href="http://aliatoriedades.blogspot.com/2009/09/sexo.html"&gt;post&lt;/a&gt; do Ali (não se trata de nenhum extremista do médio oriente, apenas o caro amigo Aleatório)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(esta parte é para quem foi ler o post do Ali e voltou apra o meu blog. desde já o meu obrigado por voltarem)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quanto ao titulo do post do Ali, só tenho uma coisa a dizer:&lt;br /&gt;Existe um estudo (feito por pessoas que tiram o curso superior para fazer estudos) que diz que o numero de posts num blog é inversamente proporcional à quantidade/qualidade de sexo do bloguista.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por isso meninos (e meninas) apenas um post por semana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Nesta parte do post estão todos a pensar: "Mas que tem isto a ver com religião?????" Calma que o post ainda vai no inicio)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continuando, uma pessoa tem que descansar um dia. Todas as religiões sabem disso e a religião do sexo diário também não foge à regra (vêem já entra aqui a religião)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atenção que um dia em que se dê uma "queca" que valha por 5 ou 6, a pessoa fica dispensada de sexo o resto da semana. É como ir à missa no sábado, já não se tem que ir no domingo.&lt;br /&gt;Embora os beatos vão todos os dias, e como disse acima a religião do sexo diário também não foge à regra e tem os seus beatos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há quem lhe de outros nomes, como por exemplo ninphos, eu pessoalmente gosto do termo beato porque numa conversa de café não soa tão mal, ora vejam:&lt;br /&gt;"olha aquela moça, tive com ela ontem e descobri que é ninpho." todos vão olhar com um ar de critica e desdenho (tirando o tarado sexual que nunca comeu uma gaja sentado na mesa do canto)&lt;br /&gt;Mas se for algo do estilo:&lt;br /&gt;"olha aquela moça, tive com ela ontem e descobri que é beata." todos vão pensar que estamos a ter uma conversa chata de religião e não ligam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Existem enumeras religiões por este mundo fora. Nem que eu quisesse poderia falar delas todas.&lt;br /&gt;Também é um facto que não quero. Como diz o titulo: Religiões cada qual tem as suas e este facto é para respeitar. Olhem por exemplo: "não gosto de peixe, podes fazer outra coisa??" as pessoas podem achar que estamos a ser esquisitos. Mas se for: "podes fazer outra coisa? a minha religião  não me permite comer peixe." as pessoas vão logo a correr fazer outra coisa pois a religião tem que ser respeitada.&lt;br /&gt;Como este exemplo existem muitos outros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ora vejam bem que até meter bombas e fazer rebentar prédios e aviões é desculpado por tantas pessoas no médio oriente por se tratar de um acto religioso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queimar pessoas que não gostamos ou que têm coisas que nós queremos apenas dizendo que são bruxas e bruxos é bem visto por ser mais um acto religioso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fazer cruzadas e matar e escravizar as pessoas que não acreditam no mesmo que nós sobe o pretexto que as estamos a evangelizar também é respeitado por ser um acto religioso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fazer sacrifícios humanos para agradar aos deuses como faziam os Maias também é desculpado e estudado com toda a atenção por ser um acto religioso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lavar dinheiro da droga e prostituição comprando coliseus e cinemas  dizendo que são ofertas dos crentes tambem não tem implicaçoes por ser uma religião.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gostava de saber que se o hitler tivesse dito que a religião dele o obrigava a matar todos os judeus se tinha safo e agora eramos todos loiros de olhos azuis??????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pronto agora que ja escrevi que até me doem as pontas dos dedos de teclar vou ficar-me por aqui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beijinhos e abraços&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Este post é como a biblia.&lt;br /&gt; Apenas é baseado em factos historicos&lt;br /&gt;misturados com alguma ficção.&lt;br /&gt; Por isso não deve ser lido como uma&lt;br /&gt;Enciclopedia ou um Livro Historico.&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/5000599745638254584-4585177095567530601?l=ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com/feeds/4585177095567530601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000599745638254584&amp;postID=4585177095567530601&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000599745638254584/posts/default/4585177095567530601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000599745638254584/posts/default/4585177095567530601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com/2009/09/religioes-cada-qual-com-as-suas.html' title='Religioes!!!!! Cada qual com as suas'/><author><name>Rato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17470357778964101403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://web.ist.utl.pt/ist151341/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000599745638254584.post-9165331879164694082</id><published>2009-08-28T10:45:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T11:04:23.771+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Semana de Campo</title><content type='html'>Aquele sossego que só uma aldeia tem!!!&lt;br /&gt;Ir para o meio de lado nenhum, onde não se vêem casa, apenas árvores.&lt;br /&gt;O pior são as bolhas nas mãos por causa do machado :S&lt;br /&gt;Moer o corpo e descansar a cabeça. (se não fosse PE a chatear)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olha que giro, sentado na cama a olhar por a janela e ver, uma rola pousada nos fios com uma paisagem verde como pano de fundo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E pronto para a semana a "selva de betão" espera-me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5000599745638254584-9165331879164694082?l=ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com/feeds/9165331879164694082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000599745638254584&amp;postID=9165331879164694082&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000599745638254584/posts/default/9165331879164694082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000599745638254584/posts/default/9165331879164694082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com/2009/08/semana-de-campo.html' title='Semana de Campo'/><author><name>Rato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17470357778964101403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://web.ist.utl.pt/ist151341/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000599745638254584.post-1669290988316660934</id><published>2009-08-04T18:24:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T11:13:58.082+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Com o alcool até faz sentido</title><content type='html'>Esta ideia já vem de algum tempo atrás, num fim de semana passado la para as terras da guarda.&lt;br /&gt;Uma bela noite de copos, num bar bar situado no meio de um lago com uma com uma neblina que faz lembrar as as Brumas de Avalon, eis que a conversa vai parar à religião e o fraco interesse dos jovens por a igreja.&lt;br /&gt;É então que uma longa dissertação tem inicio. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Igreja VS Rave/Disco Party&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ora vejamos os motivos porque os jovens hoje não vão à igreja:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt; missa ao domingo não é compatível com uma noitada de copos no sábado.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; todas as leituras e canticos da missa não são feitos para os jovens ( salvo raras excepções de malta nova a tocar guitarra e jambé na missa)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; As poucas miúdas que vão à missa ou vão vestidas com fatos dos anos 80 (gola alta e saia a arrojar no chão) ou estão a tentar ir para freiras.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Falta de aproveitamento do espaço (missa apenas ao domingo)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi então que a mente prodigiosa do Aleatório se meteu a trabalhar.......&lt;br /&gt;Reparem bem no formato de uma igreja:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Uma nave central grande&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Um guarda vento à entrada&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Uma salinha à entrada para a pia baptismal (isto são as igreja que não foram alteradas e meteram a pia baptismal mais perto do altar)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Uma capela mor com um altar (aquela mesa onde o padre faz "coisas")&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Um altar mor ( aquelas escadinhas que parecem um podio por de traz do altar)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Normalmente existe umas varandinhas onde estão imagens de santos&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;O coro no fundo da igreja ou num local elevado com vista para a nave sentral e para o altar&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Normalmente existem vitrais de vairas cores&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Basicamente é isto. Agora pensem assim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tirem os bancos da nave central para ficar amplo.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;No guarda vento metam 2 "macacos" a fazer de porteiros.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Na pia baptismal pode fazer-se o bar/bengaleiro.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;O altar ja esta num local perfeito para meter umas mesas de pratos e um DJ a por som&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;No altar mor um ecran a passar videos&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nas varandinhas onde tao os santos umas bailarinas/bailarinos&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do coro faz-se uma sala VIP com segurança e guestlist.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Uns projectores rotativos nos vitrias e ja temos sistema de luz&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dress code para entrar ( não queremos um ambiente chunga)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;E pronto temos uma Rave/Disco Party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora quanto á musica..... Já temos monges gregorianos a cantar musicas rock porque não fazer o contrario, meter Dj's a mixar musicas da igreja??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E não fica por aqui. Vejam so as catedrais que tem vairias naves laterais, pode fazer-se varias pistas de dança.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora com esta lei do tabaco proibia-se fumar (nao se esquecam que tamos numa igreja) e tinhamos o ambiente perfeito para chamar esta "geração rebelde"/"geração morangos" a ir á missa.&lt;br /&gt;Mas pronto na minha opinião ainda não é com este Papa que vamos lá, ouvi dizer que ele pertencia á ala conservadora da Igreja. (aquela que encobre escandalos de pedofilia e coisas parecidas)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Este post não tem como objectivo ofender ninguem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mas como me vendem os politicos, o 25 de Abril deu-me o direito á liberdade de opinião.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;E a Igreja diz que devemos perdoar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;As pessoas que se sintam ofendidas vao queixar-se aos senhores que podem mudar a constituição.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Aos catolicos ofendidos apenas pesso para fazerem o que Jesus pediu e perdoem-me.&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/5000599745638254584-1669290988316660934?l=ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com/feeds/1669290988316660934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000599745638254584&amp;postID=1669290988316660934&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000599745638254584/posts/default/1669290988316660934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000599745638254584/posts/default/1669290988316660934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com/2009/08/com-o-alcool-ate-faz-sentido.html' title='Com o alcool até faz sentido'/><author><name>Rato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17470357778964101403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://web.ist.utl.pt/ist151341/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000599745638254584.post-9101730859436346907</id><published>2009-07-24T19:52:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T19:56:04.437+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ferias</title><content type='html'>E pronto ontem acabaram oficialmente os exames e fiquei de ferias.&lt;br /&gt;Depois de um semestre de trabalho vem um mês merecido de ferias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se bem que não serão assim ferias a serio uma vez que saio da faculdade para a escola de condução :P Tenho mesmo que tirar a carta que já tá na hora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E pronto era só isto que tinha para escrever aqui.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5000599745638254584-9101730859436346907?l=ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com/feeds/9101730859436346907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000599745638254584&amp;postID=9101730859436346907&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000599745638254584/posts/default/9101730859436346907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000599745638254584/posts/default/9101730859436346907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com/2009/07/ferias.html' title='Ferias'/><author><name>Rato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17470357778964101403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://web.ist.utl.pt/ist151341/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000599745638254584.post-8576757268305222819</id><published>2009-05-21T10:11:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T10:16:38.375+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Semi-Ferias, Pseudo-Trabalho</title><content type='html'>E pronto a época de projectos e noitadas no ist chegou ao fim :D agora é só estudar para os exames pq os projectos já tão feitos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora é tempo de viver um bocadinho a vida, falar com as pessoas que não tenho visto. Basicamente sair do ist antes das 7.&lt;br /&gt;Ontem ia a passar em frente a uma esplanada e já vi um pratinho de caracóis :D&lt;br /&gt;Ver se agora tenho tempo para ir beber umas jolas e comer uns petiscos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5000599745638254584-8576757268305222819?l=ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com/feeds/8576757268305222819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000599745638254584&amp;postID=8576757268305222819&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000599745638254584/posts/default/8576757268305222819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000599745638254584/posts/default/8576757268305222819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com/2009/05/semi-ferias-pseudo-trabalho.html' title='Semi-Ferias, Pseudo-Trabalho'/><author><name>Rato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17470357778964101403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://web.ist.utl.pt/ist151341/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000599745638254584.post-3167578025000122825</id><published>2009-04-22T17:30:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T17:32:52.773+01:00</updated><title type='text'>o peso do preconceito</title><content type='html'>Tava a ver tv no outro dia e reparei na noticia que tavam a dar sobre uma senhora em Inglaterra.&lt;br /&gt;deixo aqui o link para o vídeo do youtube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xRbYtxHayXo"&gt;Força Susan Boyle&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5000599745638254584-3167578025000122825?l=ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com/feeds/3167578025000122825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000599745638254584&amp;postID=3167578025000122825&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000599745638254584/posts/default/3167578025000122825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000599745638254584/posts/default/3167578025000122825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com/2009/04/o-peso-do-preconceito.html' title='o peso do preconceito'/><author><name>Rato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17470357778964101403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://web.ist.utl.pt/ist151341/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000599745638254584.post-852630679925031289</id><published>2009-02-17T18:02:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-02-17T18:05:18.089Z</updated><title type='text'>Um semestre de crise.... mas pouco</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;Com todos a falar da crise que por ai anda eu este semestre decidi contrariar a crise e fazer algo de optimista.&lt;br/&gt;Como já ando farto de estudar (e o meu também já) este semestre decidi por um pouco de lado a minha vida social e dedicar-me mais ao estudo.&lt;br/&gt;E correu bem, das 7 cadeiras que estava a fazer fiz 5 (talvez no fim desta semana sejam 6) no balanço da coisa acho que o semestre correu bem.&lt;br/&gt;As notas é que foram baixas mas paciência.&lt;br/&gt;Esta semana estou a curtir as ferias na terrinha (tava mesmo a precisar)&lt;br/&gt;Almoçar em casa dos avós, não ter horas para acordar nem para deitar. A net é que não dá para sacar nada (mas tb metade das series que vejo estão de ferias)&lt;br/&gt;É mesmo bom sair de casa as 9:30 da noite para ir beber café, não ver um carro que seja no caminho até ao café. Beber 1 café e 2 beirões e pagar 4€ e depois voltar para casa à uma da manha e vir jogar pc ate as 3.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Hoje acho que vou ficar por casa (isto eh se não aparecer um convite para beber café) Mas a visão da lareira tá no meu pensamento. É pena a TV só dar novelas. Mas ainda tenho aqui no portátil uns episódios de Dr. House para ver :D&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Pronto agora vou arranjar as enguias que apanhei com o meu pai no domingo.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Epá já me esquecia de falar dos fatos de lã que tão agora na moda. aquilo eh tipo fato de alças de verão mas em lã e de gola alta. O importante eh não tapar mais que os joelhos, sim porque as meias sao muito quentes e as moças depois iam ter muito calor.&lt;br/&gt;Foi uma coisa que sempre me meteu uma certa confusão essa cena de "mini-saias de inverno" e das meias semi-transparentes serem quentinhas (eu ja pensei em usar disso no inverno mas não existe para homem e a das mulheres nao me ia ficar bem certamente).&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Pronto agora eh que eh tudo.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class='zemanta-pixie'&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.zemanta.com/pixy.gif?x-id=868ea32f-5ccf-41be-8f6b-e8c399cbdbdf' class='zemanta-pixie-img'/&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/5000599745638254584-852630679925031289?l=ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com/feeds/852630679925031289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000599745638254584&amp;postID=852630679925031289&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000599745638254584/posts/default/852630679925031289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000599745638254584/posts/default/852630679925031289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com/2009/02/um-semestre-de-crise-mas-pouco.html' title='Um semestre de crise.... mas pouco'/><author><name>Rato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17470357778964101403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://web.ist.utl.pt/ist151341/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000599745638254584.post-6222706225546507047</id><published>2009-01-18T16:23:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-01-18T16:43:54.759Z</updated><title type='text'>O problema é sempre a MATEMÁTICA</title><content type='html'>Quando chega aquela altura da vida em que a matemática se vira contra nós......&lt;br /&gt;Quando ontem me disseram: "Epá isso agora ja arredonda para 30!!!" fiquei um bocado a pensar no assunto.&lt;br /&gt;E pronto era só isto&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5000599745638254584-6222706225546507047?l=ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com/feeds/6222706225546507047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000599745638254584&amp;postID=6222706225546507047&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000599745638254584/posts/default/6222706225546507047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000599745638254584/posts/default/6222706225546507047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com/2009/01/o-problema-sempre-matemtica.html' title='O problema é sempre a MATEMÁTICA'/><author><name>Rato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17470357778964101403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://web.ist.utl.pt/ist151341/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000599745638254584.post-5858265259385856744</id><published>2008-12-02T12:10:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-12-02T14:29:46.870Z</updated><title type='text'>Viagem a Africa</title><content type='html'>Só tenho a dizer:&lt;br /&gt;A poncha lá sabe melhor que em lisboa.&lt;br /&gt;É estranho tentar entrar com uma navalha no avião.&lt;br /&gt;Ir de táxi vs alugar carro --&gt; alugar carro.&lt;br /&gt;Almoçar comida típica na marina.&lt;br /&gt;Teleférico de luxo.&lt;br /&gt;"Carreiros do Monte"&lt;br /&gt;Yacht Bar com ponchas de maracujá.&lt;br /&gt;Posto de informação turístico inglês.&lt;br /&gt;"E descontos de cartão jovem, estudante, de grupo, por ser português, de natal????"&lt;br /&gt;Frase "ohhh you are portugueses?"&lt;br /&gt;Todos são pilotos de Rally.&lt;br /&gt;Pico do Areeiro --&gt; também faz frio na madeira&lt;br /&gt;E com o frio..... PONCHA para aquecer.&lt;br /&gt;Casas típicas não turísticas.&lt;br /&gt;Tirar fotos de grupo e sozinho sem sair do lugar.&lt;br /&gt;Praça da Autonomia (ou será Independência?? não isso é em Cuba)&lt;br /&gt;Túneis e becos sem saída.&lt;br /&gt;Jardim Botânico e o o papagaio que diz "Ola".&lt;br /&gt;Dolce Vita  e o  PingoDoce.&lt;br /&gt;Prego no bolo do caco.&lt;br /&gt;Jantar no restaurante panorâmico.&lt;br /&gt;Licor de banana.&lt;br /&gt;Parabéns a você com badaladas e o mar como pano de fundo.&lt;br /&gt;Ponchas à rodada.&lt;br /&gt;Túnel infernal durante a noite.&lt;br /&gt;Musica de telemóvel ao deitar e levantar.&lt;br /&gt;Poliban apertado.&lt;br /&gt;Jardins e mais jardins.&lt;br /&gt;Dores nas pernas.&lt;br /&gt;Pressão nos ouvidos.&lt;br /&gt;E acima de TUDO a COMPANHIA :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quando tiver fotos meto aqui "Os 10 Magníficos"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5000599745638254584-5858265259385856744?l=ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com/feeds/5858265259385856744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000599745638254584&amp;postID=5858265259385856744&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000599745638254584/posts/default/5858265259385856744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000599745638254584/posts/default/5858265259385856744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com/2008/12/viagem-africa.html' title='Viagem a Africa'/><author><name>Rato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17470357778964101403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://web.ist.utl.pt/ist151341/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000599745638254584.post-2019748026183855918</id><published>2008-11-17T11:45:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-11-17T12:24:28.497Z</updated><title type='text'>Fechado para Obras</title><content type='html'>Depois de analisar o meu calendário cheguei a conclusão que não vou  ter tempo para nada estas duas semanas.&lt;br /&gt;A minha vida está um caos, uma verdadeira montanha russa. Gostava que os dias tivessem 24h e que as noites outras 24. E nem assim teria tempo para organizar tudo o que me falta.  :(&lt;br /&gt;A merda deste tempo só me deixa mais deprimido.&lt;br /&gt;E o que mais me assusta é que uma pessoa, super descontraída e com uma visão optimista das vida, como eu andar  a  stressar, a não dormir bem de noite, a deprimir e a perder a vontade de seguir em frente. :S&lt;br /&gt;Espero não cortar os pulsos ou fazer algo bem mais dramático, como mandar-me para a frente do metro ou do comboio, atá ao fim da semana que vem.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5000599745638254584-2019748026183855918?l=ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com/feeds/2019748026183855918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000599745638254584&amp;postID=2019748026183855918&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000599745638254584/posts/default/2019748026183855918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000599745638254584/posts/default/2019748026183855918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com/2008/11/fechado-para-obras.html' title='Fechado para Obras'/><author><name>Rato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17470357778964101403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://web.ist.utl.pt/ist151341/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000599745638254584.post-313762437380662317</id><published>2008-11-13T09:35:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-11-13T09:51:17.767Z</updated><title type='text'>Rise, fall, down, rise again</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Broken, Beat &amp;amp; Scarred&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You rise, you fall, you're down then you rise again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;What don't kill you makes you more strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You rise, you fall, you're down then you rise again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;What don't kill you makes you more strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rise, fall, down, rise again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;What don't kill you makes you more strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rise, fall, down, rise again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;What don't kill you makes you more strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through black days&lt;br /&gt;Through black nights&lt;br /&gt;Through pitch black insights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Breaking your teeth on the hard life coming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Show your scars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Cutting your feet on the hard earth running&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Show your scars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Breaking your life, broken beat and scarred&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;But we die hard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dawn, the death, the fight to the final breath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;What don't kill you makes you more strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dawn, the death, the fight to the final breath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;What don't kill you makes you more strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dawn, death, fight, final breath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;What don't kill you makes you more strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dawn, death, fight, final breath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;What don't kill you makes you more strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They scratch me&lt;br /&gt;They scrape me&lt;br /&gt;They cut and rape me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Breaking your teeth on the hard life coming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Show your scars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Cutting your feet on the hard earth running&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Show your scars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Bleeding your soul in a hard luck story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Show your scars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Spilling your blood in the hot sun's glory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Show your scars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Breaking your life, broken, beat and scarred&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;We die hard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5000599745638254584-313762437380662317?l=ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com/feeds/313762437380662317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000599745638254584&amp;postID=313762437380662317&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000599745638254584/posts/default/313762437380662317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000599745638254584/posts/default/313762437380662317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com/2008/11/rise-fall-down-rise-again.html' title='Rise, fall, down, rise again'/><author><name>Rato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17470357778964101403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://web.ist.utl.pt/ist151341/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000599745638254584.post-8215455513760438134</id><published>2008-10-22T12:15:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T12:39:48.315+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Usar e Deitar Fora</title><content type='html'>Comida de plástico ----&gt; não tira a fome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Embalagens de comida de plástico -----&gt; usar e deitar fora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aqui nada se recicla tudo se deita ao lixo.......&lt;br /&gt;Amizades que não ficam....&lt;br /&gt;Lágrimas sem sal, beijos sem doce................&lt;br /&gt;Ainda um dia gostava de entender o sentido da historia, se é que esta historia tem sentido, perceber o porquê de tudo ter acontecido&lt;br /&gt;Porque tem que ser sempre assim??????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que fazer???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 - Eliminar os arcos com peso negativo.&lt;br /&gt;2 - Eliminar os nós não atingíveis.&lt;br /&gt;3 - Calcular o caminho mais curto entre o EU e todos os outros nós do grafo.&lt;br /&gt;4 - Ignorar todos os caminhos com mais de 2 saltos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;como resultado fica a rede social mais próxima&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O melhor mesmo é não ligar a nada disto. Fechar os olhos e esquecer toda a envolvência.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ6kXRwcRUk/SP8Q2OytIeI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/N8rRktJXipI/s1600-h/social+inver.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ6kXRwcRUk/SP8Q2OytIeI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/N8rRktJXipI/s320/social+inver.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259941413661778402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;se não entendeste este post deixa estar. Também não foi escrito para ser entendido&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/5000599745638254584-8215455513760438134?l=ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com/feeds/8215455513760438134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000599745638254584&amp;postID=8215455513760438134&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000599745638254584/posts/default/8215455513760438134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000599745638254584/posts/default/8215455513760438134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com/2008/10/usar-e-deitar-fora.html' title='Usar e Deitar Fora'/><author><name>Rato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17470357778964101403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://web.ist.utl.pt/ist151341/blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ6kXRwcRUk/SP8Q2OytIeI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/N8rRktJXipI/s72-c/social+inver.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000599745638254584.post-6795536153609022807</id><published>2008-09-24T17:40:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T21:12:00.753+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Vinho e Companhia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ6kXRwcRUk/SNpyGYNxweI/AAAAAAAAAHI/MOy4GOIY-Js/s1600-h/copos-vinho-coracao-invert.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249633769558753762" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ6kXRwcRUk/SNpyGYNxweI/AAAAAAAAAHI/MOy4GOIY-Js/s320/copos-vinho-coracao-invert.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na minha opinião não é só um bom vinho que é importante...... Temos que analisar a companhia, pois é nela que existe toda a essência de um bom vinho.&lt;br /&gt;Isto pode ser complexo de perceber para quem diz que um bom vinho é sempre um bom vinho.&lt;br /&gt;Eu não partilho essa opinião. De que nos serve ter um bom alentejano reserva se não existir um bom pão, um bom queijo e até para os mais atrevidos um docinho para acompanhar. Atenção que isto é apenas um exemplo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do outro lado desta discussão aparecem os defensores de que uma boa companhia pede sempre um bom vinho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Criando aqui um consenso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Se o importante para um bom vinho é uma boa companhia&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Se o importante para uma boa companhia é ser acompanhada por um bom vinho.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Então talvez esta seja a combinação ideal --&gt; Vinho e Companhia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ6kXRwcRUk/SNpvWTIAaZI/AAAAAAAAAHA/LjoG1R1JOw8/s1600-h/copos-vinho-coracao.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249630744535394706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ6kXRwcRUk/SNpvWTIAaZI/AAAAAAAAAHA/LjoG1R1JOw8/s320/copos-vinho-coracao.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com isto chego à conclusão que todos os vinhos têm uma companhia ideal e que todas as companhias merecem um vinho à altura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caros leitores, por isso, quando escolherem uma companhia não descurem no vinho e quando escolherem um vinho não se esqueçam que esse vinho faz par com uma qualquer companhia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E agora depois de divagar sobre este tema e de não ter dito nada de jeito acabo o meu post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5000599745638254584-6795536153609022807?l=ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com/feeds/6795536153609022807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000599745638254584&amp;postID=6795536153609022807&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000599745638254584/posts/default/6795536153609022807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000599745638254584/posts/default/6795536153609022807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com/2008/09/vinho-e-companhia.html' title='Vinho e Companhia'/><author><name>Rato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17470357778964101403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://web.ist.utl.pt/ist151341/blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ6kXRwcRUk/SNpyGYNxweI/AAAAAAAAAHI/MOy4GOIY-Js/s72-c/copos-vinho-coracao-invert.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000599745638254584.post-2728247752041441810</id><published>2008-09-05T21:13:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T21:52:02.996+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Apenas e só "Dia 5"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ6kXRwcRUk/SMGaetGavuI/AAAAAAAAAG4/-c7Ch4y1AOY/s1600-h/2005812354_917bcb08ea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ6kXRwcRUk/SMGaetGavuI/AAAAAAAAAG4/-c7Ch4y1AOY/s400/2005812354_917bcb08ea.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242641293529235170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que dia curioso que se tornou este dia 5.&lt;br /&gt;Lá vai o tempo em que foi mais cinzento e chuvoso do que hoje. Há um ano dentro destas quatro paredes onde agora escrevo estavam mais nuvens do que as que existem agora lá fora e que eu olho por a janela. Nuvens que hoje vejo bem mas que há um ano nem repararia se existiam, estava demasiado cinzento por dentro. Há um ano ouvia nesta cama, onde agora escrevo, palavras que detestei ouvir naquele dia 5, foram como facas a espetar todo o meu corpo. Mas como todas as feridas acabam por sarar. Neste caso nada como uma terapia de choque e um mês a lamentar o que fiz e o que podia ter feito. E quando já no dia 5, sim porque já passava da meia-noite, desse mês de dias longos e negros encontro um raio de sol raio esse que hoje, passado 11 meses, continua a brilhar cada vez mais e que já há muito tempo afastou todas a nuvens negras que se abatiam sobre o meu céu azul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obrigado por seres a luz, calor e sol dos dias de inverno como o de hoje :-*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5000599745638254584-2728247752041441810?l=ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com/feeds/2728247752041441810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000599745638254584&amp;postID=2728247752041441810&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000599745638254584/posts/default/2728247752041441810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000599745638254584/posts/default/2728247752041441810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com/2008/09/apenas-e-s-dia-5.html' title='Apenas e só &quot;Dia 5&quot;'/><author><name>Rato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17470357778964101403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://web.ist.utl.pt/ist151341/blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ6kXRwcRUk/SMGaetGavuI/AAAAAAAAAG4/-c7Ch4y1AOY/s72-c/2005812354_917bcb08ea.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000599745638254584.post-7753692945971033266</id><published>2008-08-22T21:13:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T21:18:42.975+01:00</updated><title type='text'>È proibido</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ6kXRwcRUk/SK8eigfBp9I/AAAAAAAAAGw/0zWK0xHLL2Y/s1600-h/IMG_0697.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ6kXRwcRUk/SK8eigfBp9I/AAAAAAAAAGw/0zWK0xHLL2Y/s400/IMG_0697.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237438469839628242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como podem ver é expressamente proibido tirar fotos.... por isso nada de tirar fotos quando se vê um sinal como este :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5000599745638254584-7753692945971033266?l=ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com/feeds/7753692945971033266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000599745638254584&amp;postID=7753692945971033266&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000599745638254584/posts/default/7753692945971033266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000599745638254584/posts/default/7753692945971033266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com/2008/08/proibido.html' title='È proibido'/><author><name>Rato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17470357778964101403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://web.ist.utl.pt/ist151341/blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ6kXRwcRUk/SK8eigfBp9I/AAAAAAAAAGw/0zWK0xHLL2Y/s72-c/IMG_0697.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000599745638254584.post-5372053377502049747</id><published>2008-08-21T21:23:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T21:29:59.370+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Dia de Praia :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ6kXRwcRUk/SK3PjU7sRmI/AAAAAAAAAFs/jHsk5bGbyAE/s1600-h/IMG_0705.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ6kXRwcRUk/SK3PjU7sRmI/AAAAAAAAAFs/jHsk5bGbyAE/s400/IMG_0705.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237070147523200610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5000599745638254584-5372053377502049747?l=ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com/feeds/5372053377502049747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000599745638254584&amp;postID=5372053377502049747&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000599745638254584/posts/default/5372053377502049747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000599745638254584/posts/default/5372053377502049747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com/2008/08/dia-de-praia-d.html' title='Dia de Praia :D'/><author><name>Rato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17470357778964101403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://web.ist.utl.pt/ist151341/blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ6kXRwcRUk/SK3PjU7sRmI/AAAAAAAAAFs/jHsk5bGbyAE/s72-c/IMG_0705.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000599745638254584.post-7708083666308432339</id><published>2008-08-18T21:23:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T21:23:07.085+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Semana de Campo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;Hoje foi o primeiro dia desta semana de campo.&lt;br/&gt;Apanhar uns figos e come-los com fatias de presunto. Depois uma cerveja com uns caracóis. Viva o campo :P&lt;br/&gt;Amanha é que vai ser pior. Levantar as 6:30 para ir apanhar caracóis e cortar lenha (se o moto-serra quiser trabalhar lol)&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/5000599745638254584-7708083666308432339?l=ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com/feeds/7708083666308432339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000599745638254584&amp;postID=7708083666308432339&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000599745638254584/posts/default/7708083666308432339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000599745638254584/posts/default/7708083666308432339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com/2008/08/semana-de-campo.html' title='Semana de Campo'/><author><name>Rato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17470357778964101403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://web.ist.utl.pt/ist151341/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000599745638254584.post-1902460062906627631</id><published>2008-07-14T10:35:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T10:48:24.358+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Two Quotes One point of view:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Friendship is delicate as a glass, once broken it can be fixed but there will always be cracks"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Men kick friendship around like a football and it doesn't seem to crack. Women treat it like glass and it falls to pieces"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5000599745638254584-1902460062906627631?l=ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com/feeds/1902460062906627631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000599745638254584&amp;postID=1902460062906627631&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000599745638254584/posts/default/1902460062906627631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000599745638254584/posts/default/1902460062906627631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com/2008/07/two-quotes-one-point-of-view-friendship.html' title=''/><author><name>Rato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17470357778964101403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://web.ist.utl.pt/ist151341/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000599745638254584.post-7622496355367615011</id><published>2008-07-05T18:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T18:12:15.567+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KJ6kXRwcRUk/SG-rWNE2R9I/AAAAAAAAAFk/QQ9PCvsJnjU/s1600-h/project.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KJ6kXRwcRUk/SG-rWNE2R9I/AAAAAAAAAFk/QQ9PCvsJnjU/s400/project.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219578891101161426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5000599745638254584-7622496355367615011?l=ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com/feeds/7622496355367615011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000599745638254584&amp;postID=7622496355367615011&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000599745638254584/posts/default/7622496355367615011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000599745638254584/posts/default/7622496355367615011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Rato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17470357778964101403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://web.ist.utl.pt/ist151341/blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KJ6kXRwcRUk/SG-rWNE2R9I/AAAAAAAAAFk/QQ9PCvsJnjU/s72-c/project.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000599745638254584.post-5410046163358185776</id><published>2008-06-29T11:28:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T19:02:19.195+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Aspirina?? Alguém arranja</title><content type='html'>E ontem lá foi o casamento de mais uma amiga cá da terra :) (felicidades ao novo casal)&lt;br /&gt;Muita festa, muita alegria, muitos copos, muita coisa dita sem nexo lol e acima de tudo muitos amigos :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PpN0XjYShmY"&gt; &lt;/param&gt; &lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PpN0XjYShmY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje é que se torna mais difícil aguentar esta dor de cabeça. Alguém arranja uma Aspirina ou coisa parecida???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5000599745638254584-5410046163358185776?l=ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com/feeds/5410046163358185776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000599745638254584&amp;postID=5410046163358185776&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000599745638254584/posts/default/5410046163358185776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000599745638254584/posts/default/5410046163358185776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com/2008/06/aspirina-algum-arranja.html' title='Aspirina?? Alguém arranja'/><author><name>Rato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17470357778964101403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://web.ist.utl.pt/ist151341/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000599745638254584.post-6333333296517295398</id><published>2008-06-22T16:34:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T16:58:25.057+01:00</updated><title type='text'>E o tempo!?!?!?</title><content type='html'>Eu que tinha prometido a mim mesmo que não ia falar de bola durante o euro2008 aqui no blog.... (sim porque podia dizer alguma coisa que destabilizasse a nossa selecção) Mas pronto como eles ja tão de volta e de ferias. (Se fosse eu a jogar também tinha perdido com a Alemanha!! vocês já compararam o tempo de chuva que ta para os lados da Suíça e o solinho que anda por aqui na Tugolandia??? Pois é meus amigos os jogadores não são burros.) Vamos la falar um bocado de bola...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deixando estas coisas que nada têm a ver com o tempo falemos da outra selecção que no primeiro jogo que fez já era dada como vencedora da prova. (NÃO, não estou a falar da Holanda que deu 3 à Itália, porque essa perdeu ontem com a Rússia 3-1. Estava mesmo a falar era da Espanha que depois de dar 4-1 à Rússia (essa mesmo que eliminou a Holanda) hoje defronta a Itália a Campeã do mundo em titulo. Vocês já viram bem a técnica de apoio dos espanhóis??? Primeiro não penduram bandeirinha, vindas da China que se assemelham as bandeiras do pais, nas janelas. Depois não metem as televisões a dar um apoio infernal, &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GF0Y7LJ60h0"&gt;antes pelo contrario&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Despeço-me com uma palavra de apreço para com a Grécia a actual campeã da Europa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5000599745638254584-6333333296517295398?l=ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com/feeds/6333333296517295398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000599745638254584&amp;postID=6333333296517295398&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000599745638254584/posts/default/6333333296517295398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000599745638254584/posts/default/6333333296517295398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com/2008/06/e-o-tempo.html' title='E o tempo!?!?!?'/><author><name>Rato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17470357778964101403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://web.ist.utl.pt/ist151341/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000599745638254584.post-2588974718004201103</id><published>2008-06-12T15:43:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T16:14:47.648+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Little time for me</title><content type='html'>Chegou o verão e com ele as tardes de calor. Isto aqui por o IST com a "lei seca" nem um imperial fresquinha podemos beber :( mas pronto pelo menos temo ar condicionado lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chegou também o fim das aulas e o inicio dos exames. Acho que as próximas semanas vou entrar em estagio e embora o tudo à minha volta diga: "ta calor, só apetece ir à praia!!" não pode ser. Vou mesmo entrar em modo "monge budista".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5000599745638254584-2588974718004201103?l=ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com/feeds/2588974718004201103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000599745638254584&amp;postID=2588974718004201103&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000599745638254584/posts/default/2588974718004201103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000599745638254584/posts/default/2588974718004201103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com/2008/06/little-time-for-me.html' title='Little time for me'/><author><name>Rato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17470357778964101403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://web.ist.utl.pt/ist151341/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000599745638254584.post-8916943248589701504</id><published>2008-05-26T18:05:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T18:51:11.606+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey little sister</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Such a lonely day&lt;br /&gt;And it's mine&lt;br /&gt;The most loneliest day of my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such a lonely day&lt;br /&gt;Should be banned&lt;br /&gt;It's a day that I can't stand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most loneliest day of my life&lt;br /&gt;The most loneliest day of my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such a lonely day&lt;br /&gt;Shouldn't exist&lt;br /&gt;It's a day that I'll never miss&lt;br /&gt;Such a lonely day&lt;br /&gt;And it's mine&lt;br /&gt;The most loneliest day of my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you go, I wanna go with you&lt;br /&gt;And if you die, I wanna die with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take your hand and walk away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most loneliest day of my life&lt;br /&gt;The most loneliest day of my life&lt;br /&gt;The most loneliest day of my life&lt;br /&gt;Life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such a lonely day&lt;br /&gt;And it's mine&lt;br /&gt;It's a day that I'm glad I survived&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Life is unfair but is the only one we get. Don't give up!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You are an hero..... you know you are..... hang on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you know that you can always call me at any time :) &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/5000599745638254584-8916943248589701504?l=ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com/feeds/8916943248589701504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000599745638254584&amp;postID=8916943248589701504&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000599745638254584/posts/default/8916943248589701504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000599745638254584/posts/default/8916943248589701504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com/2008/05/hey-little-sister.html' title='Hey little sister'/><author><name>Rato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17470357778964101403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://web.ist.utl.pt/ist151341/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000599745638254584.post-101408892274052772</id><published>2008-05-05T11:51:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T12:25:09.717+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Fim de semana cultural</title><content type='html'>Estes dias não tenho passado muito tempo em frente ao pc (tirando as horas de trabalho de Modelaçao :P). Este fim de semana (que começou na 5ª) foi um fim de semana diferente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5ª - Primeiro a visita dos pais e da Ritinha e o dia no Jardim Zoológico de Lisboa. E que grande dia :).&lt;br /&gt;Logo depois uma passagem obrigatória por a Portugalia para um jantar (e mais uma vez não comi o bife :( o pão torrado com sapateira tira-nos a fome :D) acompanhado por umas loiras e por uns animados romenos :). E como o jantar estava as voltas no estômago que tal uma caminhada até ao café da praça para ir ter com mais umas loiras, desta vez acompanhadas por um cantador do Ribatejo :D e como a noite já se fazia longa para a ritinha ( e ate para nos :P) mais uma caminhada atá à Pensão Olaias. Chá quentinho e uma cartada (uma curta incursão por a liga dos campeões da sueca).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6ª - Almoço do chinês acompanhado por uma salada de tomates da nossa terra :) e logo de seguida uma tarde nas compras no Vasco da Gama e a passear por o Parque das Nações. E foi assim que a comitiva dos Bugalhos se despede desta visita a Lisboa ( ficamos à espera da próxima visita, desta vez ao Oceanário de Lisboa)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sábado - Dia tirado para modelação :( afinal aqui também se estuda. Mas à noite um convite para jantar e conhecer mais caras novas aparece e lá começa a segunda saga cultural do fim de semana.&lt;br /&gt;Iniciado por o Noites ao Luar a ouvir as tunas aqui do IST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Domingo - Passagem por Sintra e passeio nos jardins da Pena com a obrigatória visita ao Palácio da Pena. Por entre umas queijadinhas e algumas dores nos pés voltamos para Lisboa. Um almoço por o Colombo (vá não tem muitos séculos mas não deixa de ser uma referencia em Lisboa) meteu-se uma tarde por o IST mas não vamos falar disso :P Saltando para o jantar e para o reencontro com todos os estrangeiros :) Holandeses e Espanhóis :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E pronto assim foi o meu fim de semana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Já tinha saudades  :)&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/5000599745638254584-101408892274052772?l=ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com/feeds/101408892274052772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000599745638254584&amp;postID=101408892274052772&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000599745638254584/posts/default/101408892274052772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000599745638254584/posts/default/101408892274052772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com/2008/05/fim-de-semana-cultural.html' title='Fim de semana cultural'/><author><name>Rato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17470357778964101403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://web.ist.utl.pt/ist151341/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000599745638254584.post-8438464392947142271</id><published>2008-04-18T15:37:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T15:45:49.538+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Querida Anónima</title><content type='html'>Querida anónima não percebeste bem a questão do "apenas Blé" nem fazes a mínima ideia de como anda a minha vida. Se me conhecesses não dirias "Parece que acordaste... Fico contente por ti." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu nem devia explicar isto mas pronto, para não existir mais mal entendidos, vamos por os pontos nos i's:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 - esse não foi o único link que foi alterado.&lt;br /&gt;2 - alterei os nomes dos links para não  dizerem a minha relação com a pessoa mas sim de quem se trata.&lt;br /&gt;3 - o "apenas Blé" era para não escrever Blé Lunática. (já alterei para não existir confusões)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isto estava para ser apenas uma resposta a um comment mas assim fica mais explicito.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;PS: Fico contente por ter leitores atentos que reparam no meu blog e nas suas alterações. Só tenho pena que não se identifique.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5000599745638254584-8438464392947142271?l=ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com/feeds/8438464392947142271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000599745638254584&amp;postID=8438464392947142271&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000599745638254584/posts/default/8438464392947142271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000599745638254584/posts/default/8438464392947142271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com/2008/04/querida-annima.html' title='Querida Anónima'/><author><name>Rato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17470357778964101403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://web.ist.utl.pt/ist151341/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000599745638254584.post-7998432731353875930</id><published>2008-04-17T12:56:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T13:17:15.179+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sporting CAMPEÃO!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>"Epá o Sporting ganhou o campeonato!!!" -- Isto foi o que me veio a cabeça quando hoje vinha para a faculdade.&lt;br /&gt;Pessoas com cachecol, não se falava de outra coisa na rua.&lt;br /&gt;Passado um bocado é que me lembrei, mas quem ganhou o campeonato foi o FCP!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Vi logo que a única coisas que podia ter acontecido era.... O Sporting ganhou a taça da liga, mas depois lembrei-me que essa já eles tinham perdido para o Setúbal.&lt;br /&gt;Só restava uma competição europeia, mas essas também já não contam com presenças portuguesas.....&lt;br /&gt;Fiquei demasiado confuso, depois de meditar um pouco lembro-me&lt;br /&gt;"ahhhh mas ainda falta a Taça de Portugal, então foi isso que o Sporting ganhou"&lt;br /&gt;Mas estava a sair do metro quando me lembro que ainda esta semana o FCP tinha ganho 3-0 ao Setúbal e que tinha garantido um lugar na final do Jamor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então não percebo, esta festa toda por ganhar ao Benfica??? aquela equipa que leva 3-0 da Académica. A malta do Sporting devia estar era triste por ter sofrido 3 golos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bem se não fosse do FCP também saia a rua a festejar a hipótese de confrontar a fantástica equipa do Senhor Professor numa final da taça :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saudações desportistas com muito Fairplay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5000599745638254584-7998432731353875930?l=ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com/feeds/7998432731353875930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000599745638254584&amp;postID=7998432731353875930&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000599745638254584/posts/default/7998432731353875930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000599745638254584/posts/default/7998432731353875930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com/2008/04/sporting-campeo.html' title='Sporting CAMPEÃO!!!!!!'/><author><name>Rato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17470357778964101403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://web.ist.utl.pt/ist151341/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000599745638254584.post-7921041737046531722</id><published>2008-04-13T17:21:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T17:48:25.092+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Coisas dISTe mundo e do outro</title><content type='html'>Começo por falar do novo jornal do IST, &lt;a href="http://agalheta.wordpress.com/"&gt;"A Galheta"&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Certo dia estava eu a tomar o pequeno almoço no bar de civil quando reparo que existe uma folha no cimo da mesa. Pensei que era apenas mais uma publicidade ou um folheto próprio de um bar universitário, mas como não tinha mais nada para ler ali no momento fui vendo as imagens e lendo as headlines passado algum tempo dei por mim a ler todo aquele jornal amador mas com um sentido de humor mordaz. Posso dizer que animou o meu pequeno almoço e foi tema de conversa alguns dos assuntos abordados :)&lt;br /&gt;Para acabar: mas para quando a próxima edição?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois parto logo para uma das coisas mais antigas que o IST tem: A FAMA de ter poucas mulheres..... e desses poucos exemplares do sexo feminino que existem 99.9% tem bigode (quer dizer que são realmente feias). Pronto e dito isto fica aqui um dos exemplares do sexo feminino que estuda no IST e pertence aos 0.1% que não é feio de todo (pelo menos a malta da FHM de Março de 2008 não a achou feia). Deixo os comentários a quem de direito. &lt;a href="http://olhares.aeiou.pt/catarina_urbani/foto1798275.html"&gt;Aluna do IST que até nem é feia de todo :P&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E para finalizar deixo aqui um testemunho verídico de como o IST afecta realmente a vida de algumas pessoas aqui para os lados da Capital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uEJh4giaijc&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uEJh4giaijc&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pronto e agora que ISTo aqui é para estudar vou voltar ao meu estudo de inteligência artificil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Todos os direitos das obras aqui mostradas são da autoria dos respectivos autores e participantes&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/5000599745638254584-7921041737046531722?l=ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com/feeds/7921041737046531722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000599745638254584&amp;postID=7921041737046531722&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000599745638254584/posts/default/7921041737046531722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000599745638254584/posts/default/7921041737046531722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com/2008/04/coisas-diste-mundo-e-do-outro.html' title='Coisas dISTe mundo e do outro'/><author><name>Rato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17470357778964101403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://web.ist.utl.pt/ist151341/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000599745638254584.post-4431693960749729749</id><published>2008-04-09T16:53:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T17:05:11.977+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Moon, don't you go down</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ6kXRwcRUk/R_zpJz9SuZI/AAAAAAAAAFc/NabfybuVEE0/s1600-h/moon1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ6kXRwcRUk/R_zpJz9SuZI/AAAAAAAAAFc/NabfybuVEE0/s400/moon1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187277225599351186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If all our life is but a dream&lt;br /&gt;Fantastic posing greed&lt;br /&gt;Then we should feed our jewelry to the sea&lt;br /&gt;For diamonds do appear to be&lt;br /&gt;Just like broken glass to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then she said she can't believe&lt;br /&gt;Genius only comes along&lt;br /&gt;In storms of fabled foreign tongues&lt;br /&gt;Tripping eyes, and flooded lungs&lt;br /&gt;Northern downpour sends its love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey moon, please forget to fall down&lt;br /&gt;Hey moon, don't you go down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sugarcane in the easy mornin'&lt;br /&gt;Weathervanes my one and lonely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ink is running toward the page&lt;br /&gt;It's chasin' off the days&lt;br /&gt;Look back at boat feet&lt;br /&gt;And that winding knee&lt;br /&gt;I missed your skin when you were east&lt;br /&gt;You clicked your heels and wished for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through playful lips made of yarn&lt;br /&gt;That fragile Capricorn&lt;br /&gt;Unraveled words like moths upon old scarves&lt;br /&gt;I know the world's a broken bone&lt;br /&gt;But melt your headaches, call it home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey moon, please forget to fall down&lt;br /&gt;Hey moon, don't you go down&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5000599745638254584-4431693960749729749?l=ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com/feeds/4431693960749729749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000599745638254584&amp;postID=4431693960749729749&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000599745638254584/posts/default/4431693960749729749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000599745638254584/posts/default/4431693960749729749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com/2008/04/moon-dont-you-go-down.html' title='Moon, don&apos;t you go down'/><author><name>Rato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17470357778964101403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://web.ist.utl.pt/ist151341/blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ6kXRwcRUk/R_zpJz9SuZI/AAAAAAAAAFc/NabfybuVEE0/s72-c/moon1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000599745638254584.post-2126635554455577568</id><published>2008-03-31T15:36:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T15:44:18.503+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Prato do dia!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ6kXRwcRUk/R_D3Gj9SuYI/AAAAAAAAAFU/39fe4MFQWf0/s1600-h/30032008132.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ6kXRwcRUk/R_D3Gj9SuYI/AAAAAAAAAFU/39fe4MFQWf0/s400/30032008132.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183914863207037314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ufa.... ainda bem que já era noite :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e as sobremesas????? isso sim uma autentica aventura.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5000599745638254584-2126635554455577568?l=ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com/feeds/2126635554455577568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000599745638254584&amp;postID=2126635554455577568&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000599745638254584/posts/default/2126635554455577568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000599745638254584/posts/default/2126635554455577568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com/2008/03/prato-do-dia.html' title='Prato do dia!!!!!'/><author><name>Rato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17470357778964101403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://web.ist.utl.pt/ist151341/blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ6kXRwcRUk/R_D3Gj9SuYI/AAAAAAAAAFU/39fe4MFQWf0/s72-c/30032008132.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000599745638254584.post-8018508090433683503</id><published>2008-03-24T12:09:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-03-24T18:21:02.525Z</updated><title type='text'>Apanhado.....</title><content type='html'>Por entre uma &lt;a href="http://sinfo.ist.utl.pt/"&gt;SINFO&lt;/a&gt; com especial atenção para o senhor &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Andrew_S._Tanenbaum"&gt;Andrew Tanenbaum&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Passando por uma &lt;a href="http://lovetastedbeautiful.blogspot.com/"&gt;cara&lt;/a&gt; nova cá por Lisboa.&lt;br /&gt;Uma gatita pequena que ainda não sabe andar direito.&lt;br /&gt;Uma gaja que estava farta do álcool de Portugal e foi a Grécia beber uns copos.&lt;br /&gt;Uma torneira estragada em casa e logo uma pequena inundação.&lt;br /&gt;Um jantar de sushi e outro onde se dorme :P&lt;br /&gt;Uma ida a praia e uma viagem para casa.&lt;br /&gt;Uma manha no "ginásio" e uma tarde/noite nos copos&lt;br /&gt;Um PhD de Inglaterra para Alemanha com escala e churrasco em Portugal.&lt;br /&gt;Um almoço diferente no dia de pascoa.&lt;br /&gt;e por fim......... de volta a Lisboa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5000599745638254584-8018508090433683503?l=ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com/feeds/8018508090433683503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000599745638254584&amp;postID=8018508090433683503&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000599745638254584/posts/default/8018508090433683503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000599745638254584/posts/default/8018508090433683503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com/2008/03/apanhado.html' title='Apanhado.....'/><author><name>Rato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17470357778964101403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://web.ist.utl.pt/ist151341/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000599745638254584.post-6018385239284856682</id><published>2008-03-03T16:53:00.005Z</published><updated>2008-03-03T17:09:22.170Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sorry Sarita eu sei que não gostas de letras de musicas em inglês :P mas assim podes praticar :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ6kXRwcRUk/R8wvHfrkK1I/AAAAAAAAAEs/aqjAtaSMK1w/s1600-h/Thinking-Man.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ6kXRwcRUk/R8wvHfrkK1I/AAAAAAAAAEs/aqjAtaSMK1w/s400/Thinking-Man.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173561877751671634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What If"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;What if nobody likes me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what if I don't succeed&lt;br /&gt;What if I give it all that I've got&lt;br /&gt;and I still don't got what they need&lt;br /&gt;What if I don't get anywhere at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Will I consider myself a failure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;will I be that small&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if she doesn't like me&lt;br /&gt;what if I'm not her type&lt;br /&gt;What if all the girls that ever like me&lt;br /&gt;Are not the kind of girls that I like&lt;br /&gt;What if I meet the right one and screw it up&lt;br /&gt;Will I consider myself a failure&lt;br /&gt;will I give up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;I'm gonna keep trying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;getting denied just makes me want it more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;I'll keep trying and each time push harder than before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I can't live my life always worried about what if&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;'Cause what if I die tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Then I never even lived&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if they don't like me&lt;br /&gt;what if they think I'm a joke&lt;br /&gt;What if they act nice to my face&lt;br /&gt;But they hate me and I don't even know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;What if they end up stabbing me in the back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;Will I consider myself a failure or will I fight back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna keep trying&lt;br /&gt;getting denied just makes me want it more&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep trying and each time push harder than before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I can't live my life always worried about what if&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;'Cause what if I die tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Then I never even lived&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if nobody likes me&lt;br /&gt;what if I don't succeed&lt;br /&gt;What if I give it all that I've got&lt;br /&gt;and it's not good enough till I bleed&lt;br /&gt;What if I don't get anywhere at all&lt;br /&gt;Will I consider myself a failure&lt;br /&gt;will I be that small&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna keep trying&lt;br /&gt;getting denied just makes me want it more&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep trying and each time push harder than before&lt;br /&gt;I can't live my life always worried about what if&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;'Cause what if I die tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Then I never even lived&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5000599745638254584-6018385239284856682?l=ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com/feeds/6018385239284856682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000599745638254584&amp;postID=6018385239284856682&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000599745638254584/posts/default/6018385239284856682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000599745638254584/posts/default/6018385239284856682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com/2008/03/sorry-sarita-eu-sei-que-no-gostas-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Rato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17470357778964101403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://web.ist.utl.pt/ist151341/blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ6kXRwcRUk/R8wvHfrkK1I/AAAAAAAAAEs/aqjAtaSMK1w/s72-c/Thinking-Man.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000599745638254584.post-3688675283076171501</id><published>2008-02-26T16:22:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-02-26T16:28:45.843Z</updated><title type='text'>2º semestre</title><content type='html'>E lá se deu inicio a mais um semestre de aulinhas. E bem giras por sinal :D&lt;br /&gt;Mas não vim aqui para falar disso.&lt;br /&gt;Não sei se alguém reparou mas o meu blog de coisas +- comestíveis sofreu algumas alterações :P&lt;br /&gt;agora já existe alguma organização das coisas e uma pesquisa interna, tudo isto para facilitar a vida aos meus queridos leitores que gostam de brincar na cozinha (cuzinha para o vitor).&lt;br /&gt;Prometo colocar mais receitas brevemente.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5000599745638254584-3688675283076171501?l=ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com/feeds/3688675283076171501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000599745638254584&amp;postID=3688675283076171501&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000599745638254584/posts/default/3688675283076171501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000599745638254584/posts/default/3688675283076171501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com/2008/02/2-semestre.html' title='2º semestre'/><author><name>Rato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17470357778964101403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://web.ist.utl.pt/ist151341/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000599745638254584.post-5379949565406253508</id><published>2008-02-19T15:15:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-02-19T15:21:30.787Z</updated><title type='text'>A8 ----&gt; Doente</title><content type='html'>E tudo começou no sábado com uma viagem ao Guisado pa jantar. E que bom jantar :P&lt;br /&gt;No domingo sair para almoçar em Óbidos na Feira do Chocolate e uma tarde muito bem passada, com algum frio mas muito bem passada.&lt;br /&gt;E já de volta a capital uma madrugada de segunda com algum calor a mais, e um dia de cama com muito calor a mais :( detesto estar doente. O que vale é o LCD novo que o meu mano comprou lá para casa :) da pa ver uns filmes fixes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5000599745638254584-5379949565406253508?l=ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com/feeds/5379949565406253508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000599745638254584&amp;postID=5379949565406253508&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000599745638254584/posts/default/5379949565406253508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000599745638254584/posts/default/5379949565406253508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com/2008/02/a8-doente.html' title='A8 ----&gt; Doente'/><author><name>Rato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17470357778964101403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://web.ist.utl.pt/ist151341/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000599745638254584.post-4797714246218191057</id><published>2008-02-01T17:00:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-02-01T17:22:16.490Z</updated><title type='text'>Sandes de carne e pastel de nata</title><content type='html'>Nestes ultimos tempos tenho-me indignado com varias coisas. Mas sem sombra de duvida as que mais me indignam são:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Francesinha vs Sandes de Carne&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"A sanduíche Francesinha é um prato típico da cidade do Porto, baseado numa tosta francesa, supostamente recriado por um cozinheiro emigrante retornado de França."&lt;br /&gt;"A francesinha é constituída por linguiça, salsicha fresca, fiambre, carnes frias e bife de vaca ou, em alternativa, lombo de porco assado e fatiado, coberta com queijo (posteriormente derretido). É normalmente guarnecida com um molho à base de tomate, cerveja e piri-piri. Ovos estrelados (no topo da sanduíche) e batatas fritas são facultativos."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pastel de Nata vs Pastel de Belém&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;"Os pastéis de nata ou pastéis de Belém são uma especialidade da gastronomia tradicional portuguesa"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isto depois de uma pesquisa rápida na net.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para quem quiser tirar as duvidas aqui ficam os links.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=Pastel_de_Bel%C3%A9m&amp;amp;redirect=no"&gt;pasteis de belem na wikipedia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Past%C3%A9is_de_nata"&gt;pasteis de nata na wikipedia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Francesinha"&gt;francesinha na wikipedia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora os alfacinhas que me desculpem mas nunca mais me digam que os Pasteis de Belém não passam de uns pasteis de nata muitos bons (talvez os melhores que já comi ate hoje)&lt;br /&gt;Quanto aos meus amigos tripeiros também não me digam que as francesinhas só no Porto porque na realidade já são ideias importadas e nada impede uma pessoa de fazer boas francesinhas mesmo não sendo do Porto.(se bem que a melhor francesinha que comi até hoje tenha sido no Porto)&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/5000599745638254584-4797714246218191057?l=ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com/feeds/4797714246218191057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000599745638254584&amp;postID=4797714246218191057&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000599745638254584/posts/default/4797714246218191057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000599745638254584/posts/default/4797714246218191057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com/2008/02/sandes-de-carne-e-pastel-de-nata.html' title='Sandes de carne e pastel de nata'/><author><name>Rato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17470357778964101403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://web.ist.utl.pt/ist151341/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000599745638254584.post-1890482178856714237</id><published>2008-01-31T16:03:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-31T16:10:29.474Z</updated><title type='text'>Ferias mas pouco</title><content type='html'>Hoje vivo o meu 1º dia de ferias depois dos exames. E como não podia deixar de ser tive que vir aqui escrever qualquer coisa. Visto ter algum tempo livre :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ontem fui jantar ao restaurante japones do bairro, mas que grande jantar, coisa que me lembrou..... há algum tempo que não faço sushi la em casa. E por falar em casa já ia arrumar o meu quarto e lavar o chão da cozinha ou mesmo limpar o fogão. Vá tem que ser. Vou fazer algo de útil :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5000599745638254584-1890482178856714237?l=ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com/feeds/1890482178856714237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000599745638254584&amp;postID=1890482178856714237&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000599745638254584/posts/default/1890482178856714237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000599745638254584/posts/default/1890482178856714237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com/2008/01/ferias-mas-pouco.html' title='Ferias mas pouco'/><author><name>Rato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17470357778964101403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://web.ist.utl.pt/ist151341/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000599745638254584.post-6685443940469392710</id><published>2008-01-28T17:13:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-28T17:29:50.570Z</updated><title type='text'>Pausa a meio da tarde</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://rd3.videos.sapo.pt/play?file=http://rd3.videos.sapo.pt/1za7zo6L4eZ5Lho2stZn/mov/1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="322"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/s20K8RxFY_I&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/s20K8RxFY_I&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5000599745638254584-6685443940469392710?l=ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com/feeds/6685443940469392710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000599745638254584&amp;postID=6685443940469392710&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000599745638254584/posts/default/6685443940469392710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000599745638254584/posts/default/6685443940469392710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com/2008/01/pausa-meio-da-tarde.html' title='Pausa a meio da tarde'/><author><name>Rato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17470357778964101403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://web.ist.utl.pt/ist151341/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000599745638254584.post-8359514990574469643</id><published>2008-01-28T12:55:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-01-28T13:15:21.934Z</updated><title type='text'>Fim de semana de relax.</title><content type='html'>Este fim de semana foi a festa dos Amiais de Baixo e para variar um bocado não fui lá :P&lt;br /&gt;Passando assim o fim de semana por casa e por as imensas propriedades da família :D&lt;br /&gt;Sair logo de casa as 8:30 da manha e meter as ferramentas no "Todo-Terreno" da minha mãe.&lt;br /&gt;E la se passou um sábado de volta das oliveiras, mato e fogueiras (desta vez so queimamos o que estava previsto lol)&lt;br /&gt;Ainda tive tempo para uma sesta de 15 minutos depois do almoço :D que bem que soube.&lt;br /&gt;Já de noite com um banhinh tomado e roupinnha de engatar gajas fui jantar fora com os pais :) e seguido de um jogo de bola entre o benfas e o berço da nação.&lt;br /&gt;E pronto já é domingo de tarde e eu já estou de volta a Lx. (Sim porque este fim de semana não teve domingo de manha para mim)&lt;br /&gt;Imaginem a minha surpresa quando chego a Lx perguntam-me: "Sabes fazer sandes de varias carnes com queijo derretido por cima, um palito a prender e cobertas de um molho picante?" -&gt; la para o norte acho que chamam Francesinha mas eu não tenho o coragem de chamar aquilo que fiz Fransesinha.&lt;br /&gt;Posto isto so resta ficar triste com a derrota do FCP :( acho que já não vou encomendar as faixas de campeão visto o FCP estar apenas a 8 pontos do segundo classificado.&lt;br /&gt;E agora vou almoçar :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5000599745638254584-8359514990574469643?l=ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com/feeds/8359514990574469643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000599745638254584&amp;postID=8359514990574469643&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000599745638254584/posts/default/8359514990574469643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000599745638254584/posts/default/8359514990574469643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com/2008/01/blog-post.html' title='Fim de semana de relax.'/><author><name>Rato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17470357778964101403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://web.ist.utl.pt/ist151341/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000599745638254584.post-5017865145301443458</id><published>2008-01-21T15:10:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-21T15:55:50.022Z</updated><title type='text'>Em resumo</title><content type='html'>Agora que tive algum tempinho para me sentar em frente a um pc com net acho que vou actualizar o meu blog.&lt;br /&gt;Tudo começou na meia noite de 4ª pa 5ª onde eu como Rato tive direito a Queijinho com vela para apagar.&lt;br /&gt;passada a 5ª entre almoço na tua companhia... café do trio maravilha... e beijinho a ti que estavas doentinha. Faz-se 108Km para ir comer um leitão na companhia da família. (mas que grande jantar que desde já agradeço aos meus pais e maninho que me levou até lá :P).&lt;br /&gt;Logo depois meteu-se a 6ª (que para mim começou as 6:30 da matina com uma viagem até Lisboa). Onde  JANTAR II (o leitão foi o JANTAR I desta vez por santos. (Desde já quero agradecer a todos os que foram e a todos os que por diversos motivos não poderam ir.) Prendinhas giras.... como:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rosas comestíveis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Seitan&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Massa preta&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nori&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cogumelos shiitake&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Gengibre para sushi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Paus de canela para cafe&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;chau-min&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Corante Azul&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mostarda Francesa&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Alho em picles&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sortido de malaguetas&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Vinagre de arroz para sushi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cuscus&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Arroz basmati&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Copos no refugio das freiras (e que freiras que por la andavam :P lol). Poker lá por casa e acabou em tua casa com uma noite bem dormida :)&lt;br /&gt;E com isto tudo chegamos a sábado que acordou muito bem disposto (6). Logo seguido de um café com uma pessoa especial (linda não penses nisso que não vale a pena. TU és melhor que a situação) e como o dia já estava a andar rápido viagem à outra margem ate Freeport Alcochete (de carro que o aeroporto ainda não ta acabado :P)........ comprinhas...... comprinhas...... comprinhas......&lt;br /&gt;Passagem rápida por o Feira-Nova para comprar o que faltava para o JANTAR III. chegado a casa e depois de umas horas em frente ao fogão la apareceu um salmão com camarão e natas e um caril de carnes variadas.&lt;br /&gt;So foi pena não dar para vires cá a baixo mas fica para outro dia.&lt;br /&gt;Depois de comer a uma hora perfeitamente normal (meia noite) fomos até a sala jogar quem quer ser milionário. (e sim a pergunta era demasiado difícil para o nível em questão)&lt;br /&gt;Dormitar um pouco desta vez por casa :P e quando dou por mim já é domingo e tenho que me levantar e arrumar a casa. Mesmo a tempo chega companhia para uma ou duas partidinhas de sueca. E não é que quando damos por nos já são horas de jantar..... e porque não um jantar saudável de pasteis de Belém. (fique aqui bem claro que para mim não passam de uns pasteis de nata quentinhos e muito bons mas apenas PASTEIS DE NATA)&lt;br /&gt;Como o jantar foi bastante soft decidimos ir ao Magnetic beber um chá e ficar mais um bocado na conversa.&lt;br /&gt;E imaginem só isto:&lt;br /&gt;O magnetic é um café de não fumadores. Logo para fumar tem que se ir a rua. Até aqui tudo normal&lt;br /&gt;Mas sendo uma das paginas do menu dedicada unicamente a cigarrilhas e charutos eu deixo a pergunta no ar.... Será que se comprarmos temos que ir fumar para a rua?&lt;br /&gt;Fantástico olha eu aqui a dar 15 euros por um charuto para saborear com o meu café com whisky e agora vou só ali fora 30 a 40 minutinhos (tempo de fumar um charuto).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E pronto assim foi o meu fim de semana.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5000599745638254584-5017865145301443458?l=ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com/feeds/5017865145301443458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000599745638254584&amp;postID=5017865145301443458&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000599745638254584/posts/default/5017865145301443458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000599745638254584/posts/default/5017865145301443458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com/2008/01/em-resumo.html' title='Em resumo'/><author><name>Rato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17470357778964101403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://web.ist.utl.pt/ist151341/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000599745638254584.post-5777734238934482804</id><published>2008-01-17T15:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-17T15:37:48.983Z</updated><title type='text'>Quarto de Século</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ6kXRwcRUk/R492P5DKcxI/AAAAAAAAAEk/CHK9ImaoVds/s1600-h/snapshot1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ6kXRwcRUk/R492P5DKcxI/AAAAAAAAAEk/CHK9ImaoVds/s400/snapshot1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156470113746711314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5000599745638254584-5777734238934482804?l=ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com/feeds/5777734238934482804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000599745638254584&amp;postID=5777734238934482804&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000599745638254584/posts/default/5777734238934482804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000599745638254584/posts/default/5777734238934482804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com/2008/01/quarto-de-sculo.html' title='Quarto de Século'/><author><name>Rato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17470357778964101403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://web.ist.utl.pt/ist151341/blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ6kXRwcRUk/R492P5DKcxI/AAAAAAAAAEk/CHK9ImaoVds/s72-c/snapshot1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000599745638254584.post-9209035871670524624</id><published>2008-01-10T14:52:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-01-10T14:56:47.773Z</updated><title type='text'>BD - apenas porque nao tenho inspiração</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ6kXRwcRUk/R4YxpJDKcsI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Y9t8gek9kbE/s1600-h/jaj593.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ6kXRwcRUk/R4YxpJDKcsI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Y9t8gek9kbE/s400/jaj593.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153861406445695682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ6kXRwcRUk/R4YxpJDKctI/AAAAAAAAAEE/UEx54LVWe0I/s1600-h/jaj603.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ6kXRwcRUk/R4YxpJDKctI/AAAAAAAAAEE/UEx54LVWe0I/s400/jaj603.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153861406445695698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ6kXRwcRUk/R4YxpJDKcuI/AAAAAAAAAEM/6an3CyhCX14/s1600-h/jaj609.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ6kXRwcRUk/R4YxpJDKcuI/AAAAAAAAAEM/6an3CyhCX14/s400/jaj609.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153861406445695714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ6kXRwcRUk/R4YxpZDKcvI/AAAAAAAAAEU/1tfqa-2McAg/s1600-h/jaj610.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ6kXRwcRUk/R4YxpZDKcvI/AAAAAAAAAEU/1tfqa-2McAg/s400/jaj610.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153861410740663026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ6kXRwcRUk/R4YxppDKcwI/AAAAAAAAAEc/O1ptjewWTQs/s1600-h/jaj613.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ6kXRwcRUk/R4YxppDKcwI/AAAAAAAAAEc/O1ptjewWTQs/s400/jaj613.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153861415035630338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ6kXRwcRUk/R4YxW5DKcrI/AAAAAAAAAD0/SB6J6jxf_Es/s1600-h/jaj460.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ6kXRwcRUk/R4YxW5DKcrI/AAAAAAAAAD0/SB6J6jxf_Es/s400/jaj460.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153861092913083058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;BD tirada do site &lt;a href="http://www.johnandjohn.nl/"&gt;John and John&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5000599745638254584-9209035871670524624?l=ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com/feeds/9209035871670524624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000599745638254584&amp;postID=9209035871670524624&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000599745638254584/posts/default/9209035871670524624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000599745638254584/posts/default/9209035871670524624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com/2008/01/bd-apenas-porque-nao-tenho-inspirao.html' title='BD - apenas porque nao tenho inspiração'/><author><name>Rato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17470357778964101403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://web.ist.utl.pt/ist151341/blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ6kXRwcRUk/R4YxpJDKcsI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Y9t8gek9kbE/s72-c/jaj593.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000599745638254584.post-5455003468596473101</id><published>2008-01-04T18:04:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-04T18:31:07.375Z</updated><title type='text'>2008, o novo e o antigo</title><content type='html'>Pois é caros leitores ( se é que alguém com juízo lê o que eu escrevo :P)&lt;br /&gt;2008 já está ai caso não tenham reparado. E com ele novas perspectivas de um mundo mais limpo (apenas nos locais públicos fechados com menos de 100 metros quadrados, porque nos resto continua o mesmo de sempre lol )&lt;br /&gt;Sendo este o primeiro post oficial de 2008 (o anterior não conta) gostava de dizer o quão espectacular foi a esta passagem de ano.&lt;br /&gt;Caras novas misturadas com as mesmas de todos os anos, grandes novidades para o verão de 2008, o mesmo moranguito que é diferente todos os anos, a mesma cafeteira e o copo de shot, o novo vicio do poker, a mesma lareira, o novo cinema em casa, os mesmos sofás, o novo local para dormir, a mesma praça, a nova companhia para a noite, o mesmo farol.....&lt;br /&gt;E depois disto só espero que o meu 2008 seja melhor que o 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alguns testemunhos online da passagem de ano :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tonheca.blogspot.com/2008/01/primeira-do-ano.html"&gt;Galv&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.freefotolog.net/selloy/2559581"&gt;Gonças&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5000599745638254584-5455003468596473101?l=ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com/feeds/5455003468596473101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000599745638254584&amp;postID=5455003468596473101&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000599745638254584/posts/default/5455003468596473101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000599745638254584/posts/default/5455003468596473101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com/2008/01/2008-o-novo-e-o-antigo.html' title='2008, o novo e o antigo'/><author><name>Rato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17470357778964101403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://web.ist.utl.pt/ist151341/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000599745638254584.post-5086464780699659270</id><published>2008-01-02T18:47:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-01-02T18:49:38.459Z</updated><title type='text'>Em jeito de Balanço</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ6kXRwcRUk/R3vcZZDKcqI/AAAAAAAAADs/MxfG4yXqkqc/s1600-h/balan%C3%A7o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ6kXRwcRUk/R3vcZZDKcqI/AAAAAAAAADs/MxfG4yXqkqc/s400/balan%C3%A7o.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150952927607288482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feliz 2008 para todos :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5000599745638254584-5086464780699659270?l=ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com/feeds/5086464780699659270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000599745638254584&amp;postID=5086464780699659270&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000599745638254584/posts/default/5086464780699659270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000599745638254584/posts/default/5086464780699659270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com/2008/01/em-jeito-de-balano.html' title='Em jeito de Balanço'/><author><name>Rato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17470357778964101403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://web.ist.utl.pt/ist151341/blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ6kXRwcRUk/R3vcZZDKcqI/AAAAAAAAADs/MxfG4yXqkqc/s72-c/balan%C3%A7o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000599745638254584.post-3710936376855789529</id><published>2007-12-20T20:14:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-20T20:32:17.069Z</updated><title type='text'>Bolos e mais Bolos, ASAE e mil cuidados</title><content type='html'>E lá voltei eu ontem à cidade dos Sonhos e do Frio.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje foi:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Levantar cedo, trabalhar das 8 da matina até ás 7 da tarde e fazer muitos bolinhos.&lt;br /&gt;Se o ano passado já existia muitas normas para cumprir este ano a coisa ta complicada..... agora percebo o porque de tanto estabelecimento comercial fechar, a ASAE deve ser pior que o bicho papão. Vocês não imaginam os cuidados e trabalhos que se tem para fazer um bolo...&lt;br /&gt;É que no fim de contas com tanto cuidado para não usar coisas de madeira, ter que tirar o lote de todos os ingredientes do bolo, ter que criar um lote próprio para o bolo, quando colocar na caixa para vender colocar uma etiqueta com a validade (bolo este que vai ser comido antes do natal :P), limpar todos os instrumentos com um detergente próprio para cada material e para cada divisão da fabrica..... e mais algumas coisas todas elas com sentido de proteger o consumidor lol, FAZER O BOLO EM SI é tarefa muito simples :P.&lt;br /&gt;E pronto agora vou beber o meu cafzinho, bem merecido, depois de um dia de trabalho numa fabrica, que eu acho, de bolos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5000599745638254584-3710936376855789529?l=ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com/feeds/3710936376855789529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000599745638254584&amp;postID=3710936376855789529&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000599745638254584/posts/default/3710936376855789529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000599745638254584/posts/default/3710936376855789529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com/2007/12/bolos-e-mais-bolos-asae-e-mil-cuidados.html' title='Bolos e mais Bolos, ASAE e mil cuidados'/><author><name>Rato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17470357778964101403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://web.ist.utl.pt/ist151341/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000599745638254584.post-4738494731091442878</id><published>2007-12-12T16:55:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-12T17:05:38.419Z</updated><title type='text'>Heroes</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="width: 320px; border: 1px solid gray; font: normal 12px arial, verdana, sans-serif; background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" style="background: black; color: red; padding: 5px;"&gt;&lt;b style="font: bold 20px 'Times New Roman', serif; display: block; margin-bottom: 8px;"&gt;Which Heroes character are you?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;div style="font-size: 16px; margin-bottom: 4px;"&gt;Your Result: &lt;b&gt;Hiro Nakamura&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="width: 200px; background: black; border: 1px solid red;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 84%; background: blue; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 10px; border: none; background: black; color: red;"&gt;You are Hiro Nakamura. &lt;br /&gt;You can bend space and time with your mind. You  always try to do what is right and you are very innocent. Maybe too innocent. You took a trip to the future and saw NYC blow up. Now you are focused on saving the world. You also love sci-fi.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: red; background: black; padding: 3px;"&gt;Matt Parkman&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: black; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: black; border: 1px solid red; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 69%; background: blue; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: red; background: black; padding: 3px;"&gt;Claire Bennet&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: black; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: black; border: 1px solid red; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 49%; background: blue; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: red; background: black; padding: 3px;"&gt;Issac Mendez&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: black; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: black; border: 1px solid red; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 41%; background: blue; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: red; background: black; padding: 3px;"&gt;Peter Petrelli&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: black; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: black; border: 1px solid red; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 32%; background: blue; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: red; background: black; padding: 3px;"&gt;Niki Sanders&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: black; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: black; border: 1px solid red; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 3%; background: blue; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: red; background: black; padding: 3px;"&gt;Nathan Petrelli&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: black; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: black; border: 1px solid red; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 0%; background: blue; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: red; background: black; padding: 3px;"&gt;Sylar&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background: black; padding: 3px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 100px; background: black; border: 1px solid red; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 0%; background: blue; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" style="text-align: center; padding: 8px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gotoquiz.com/which_heroes_character_are_you_2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Which Heroes character are you?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gotoquiz.com/"&gt;Quiz Created on GoToQuiz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sei quem é a personagem porque não vejo a serie :P alguem ficou de me trazer os DVD's lol&lt;br /&gt;Mas por o nome deve ser chinês ou japonês.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5000599745638254584-4738494731091442878?l=ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com/feeds/4738494731091442878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000599745638254584&amp;postID=4738494731091442878&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000599745638254584/posts/default/4738494731091442878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000599745638254584/posts/default/4738494731091442878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com/2007/12/heroes.html' title='Heroes'/><author><name>Rato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17470357778964101403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://web.ist.utl.pt/ist151341/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000599745638254584.post-5538849573652236960</id><published>2007-12-12T13:33:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-12T14:02:13.225Z</updated><title type='text'>Mas que grande dia =D</title><content type='html'>Hoje o dia começou muito bem.&lt;br /&gt;O Porto em primeiro do &lt;a href="http://pt.uefa.com/competitions/ucl/standings/round=15105/group=700480.html"&gt;Grupo A&lt;/a&gt; e a evitar algumas das grandes equipas da Europa.&lt;br /&gt;Uma &lt;a href="http://bledinelunatica.blogspot.com/"&gt;amiga&lt;/a&gt; que faz aninhos :) PARABÉNS mais uma vez.&lt;br /&gt;Segundo a loirinha estava um nascer do Sol muito bonito.&lt;br /&gt;Algumas mensagens de bom dia, coisa que torna logo o dia mais bonito.&lt;br /&gt;Um Sol radiante, embora um frio que faz doer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nem mesmo o Carlos Castro a falar do &lt;a href="http://www.fcporto.pt/"&gt;Grande FCP&lt;/a&gt; na praça da alegria me tirou a vontade de sorrir. Mas espera ai...... porque raio estava eu a ver a praça da alegria as 10 da manha!?!?!? Isto não é muito saudável. Acho que tenho que repensar bem as minhas prioridades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deixando estas más opções televisivas de lado e voltando a este dia que se avizinha bastante bom.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje tenho que ir as comprinhas de natal =D&lt;br /&gt;E pronto já gastei o meu tempo livre para escrever no blog agora é voltar para o estudo de &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Equa%C3%A7%C3%A3o_diferencial"&gt;Equações Diferenciais&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5000599745638254584-5538849573652236960?l=ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com/feeds/5538849573652236960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000599745638254584&amp;postID=5538849573652236960&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000599745638254584/posts/default/5538849573652236960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000599745638254584/posts/default/5538849573652236960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com/2007/12/mas-que-grande-dia-d.html' title='Mas que grande dia =D'/><author><name>Rato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17470357778964101403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://web.ist.utl.pt/ist151341/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000599745638254584.post-8844423905229101252</id><published>2007-12-10T17:11:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-11T16:55:07.353Z</updated><title type='text'>Fim de semana</title><content type='html'>Aqui fica uma homenagem a nossa amiga Sara.&lt;br /&gt;Isto foi depois de um certo jantar em casa dela :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"Vídeo removido por questões de direitos de autor"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E isto foi um bocadinho do meu fim de semana, existiu porem algumas alturas que se estudou :P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS : Obrigado mano pela prendinha de natal :D&lt;br /&gt;PS 1 : todos os direitos do vídeo pertencem as pessoas que de alguma maneira ajudaram na produção do mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry Vitor mas tinha que partilhar lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5000599745638254584-8844423905229101252?l=ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com/feeds/8844423905229101252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000599745638254584&amp;postID=8844423905229101252&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000599745638254584/posts/default/8844423905229101252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000599745638254584/posts/default/8844423905229101252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com/2007/12/fim-de-semana.html' title='Fim de semana'/><author><name>Rato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17470357778964101403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://web.ist.utl.pt/ist151341/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000599745638254584.post-1282966915377183590</id><published>2007-12-09T21:21:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-09T21:23:06.084Z</updated><title type='text'>look like</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/collage" title="MyHeritage - free family trees, genealogy and face recognition" alt="MyHeritage - free family trees, genealogy and face recognition" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.myheritagefiles.com/I/storage/site1/files/55/71/72/557172_903478a0c5c5746bsta747.JPG" width="500" height="578" border="0" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5000599745638254584-1282966915377183590?l=ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com/feeds/1282966915377183590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000599745638254584&amp;postID=1282966915377183590&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000599745638254584/posts/default/1282966915377183590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000599745638254584/posts/default/1282966915377183590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com/2007/12/look-like.html' title='look like'/><author><name>Rato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17470357778964101403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://web.ist.utl.pt/ist151341/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000599745638254584.post-8144869052140301721</id><published>2007-12-05T10:47:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-05T11:08:15.658Z</updated><title type='text'>London Time</title><content type='html'>Parece que ganhamos todos uma viagem para Londres, esta neblina que se abateu por a cidade de Lisboa deixa uma sensação de calma. Este frio que sinto e me atormenta a garganta não arrefece a alma.&lt;br /&gt;Só tenho pena por alguns amigos especiais não andarem bem. Para eles gostava de deixar um bocadinho da minha alegria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ6kXRwcRUk/R1aGhvwqdlI/AAAAAAAAADk/jThBXiti7iI/s1600-h/rodney_smith.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ6kXRwcRUk/R1aGhvwqdlI/AAAAAAAAADk/jThBXiti7iI/s400/rodney_smith.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140443939004380754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje acordei mais bem disposto que o habitual :) tu fazes-me bem.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5000599745638254584-8144869052140301721?l=ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com/feeds/8144869052140301721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000599745638254584&amp;postID=8144869052140301721&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000599745638254584/posts/default/8144869052140301721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000599745638254584/posts/default/8144869052140301721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com/2007/12/london-time.html' title='London Time'/><author><name>Rato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17470357778964101403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://web.ist.utl.pt/ist151341/blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ6kXRwcRUk/R1aGhvwqdlI/AAAAAAAAADk/jThBXiti7iI/s72-c/rodney_smith.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000599745638254584.post-3900706455287532976</id><published>2007-11-30T16:56:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-30T17:13:53.284Z</updated><title type='text'>Piadolas privadas</title><content type='html'>Há alguns dias andava a passear por umas paginas (decentes) da web quando vi esta imagem:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ6kXRwcRUk/R1BByJflqBI/AAAAAAAAADc/rncds_vJG9A/s1600-R/015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ6kXRwcRUk/R1BByJflqBI/AAAAAAAAADc/MdV015vAXuE/s400/015.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138679504627410962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lembrei-me logo de uma historia que me tinham contado :P ainda tentei encontrar algo com peixes-aranha ou tornozelos torcidos mas so encontrei malta sem pernas, não entendi mas pronto :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ontem tive um jantar diferente :D temos que fazer mais vezes.&lt;br /&gt;Só foi pena a festa da expo tar muito má, Mas o chá e as torradas no fim da noite..... simplesmente fantastico.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este fim de semana tenho uma festa de anos por isso so devo voltar aqui na segunda :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abreijos para todos lolololololol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5000599745638254584-3900706455287532976?l=ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com/feeds/3900706455287532976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000599745638254584&amp;postID=3900706455287532976&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000599745638254584/posts/default/3900706455287532976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000599745638254584/posts/default/3900706455287532976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com/2007/11/h-alguns-dias-andava-passear-por-umas.html' title='Piadolas privadas'/><author><name>Rato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17470357778964101403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://web.ist.utl.pt/ist151341/blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ6kXRwcRUk/R1BByJflqBI/AAAAAAAAADc/MdV015vAXuE/s72-c/015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000599745638254584.post-3649996568460700770</id><published>2007-11-26T17:09:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-26T17:19:32.033Z</updated><title type='text'>Misunderstanding</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ6kXRwcRUk/R0r_tZflqAI/AAAAAAAAADU/MTn7Z0gADoQ/s1600-h/Mouse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ6kXRwcRUk/R0r_tZflqAI/AAAAAAAAADU/MTn7Z0gADoQ/s320/Mouse.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137199480372045826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Let me take you to the movies. can I take you to the show&lt;br /&gt;Let me be yours ever truly. can I make your garden grow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the houses of the holy, we can watch the white doves go&lt;br /&gt;From the door comes satans daughter, and it only goes to show. you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theres an angel on my shoulder, in my hand a sword of gold&lt;br /&gt;Let me wander in your garden. and the seeds of love Ill sow. you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the world is spinning faster. are you dizzy when youre stoned&lt;br /&gt;Let the music be your master. will you heed the masters call&lt;br /&gt;Oh... satan and man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Said there aint no use in crying. cause it will only, only drive you mad&lt;br /&gt;Does it hurt to hear them lying? was this the only world you had? oh-oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let me take you, take you to the movie. can I take you, baby, to the show.&lt;br /&gt;Why dont you let me be yours ever truly. can I make your garden grow&lt;br /&gt;You know."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5000599745638254584-3649996568460700770?l=ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com/feeds/3649996568460700770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000599745638254584&amp;postID=3649996568460700770&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000599745638254584/posts/default/3649996568460700770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000599745638254584/posts/default/3649996568460700770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com/2007/11/let-me-take-you-to-movies.html' title='Misunderstanding'/><author><name>Rato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17470357778964101403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://web.ist.utl.pt/ist151341/blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ6kXRwcRUk/R0r_tZflqAI/AAAAAAAAADU/MTn7Z0gADoQ/s72-c/Mouse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000599745638254584.post-8035124354287240108</id><published>2007-11-23T17:17:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-23T17:29:23.743Z</updated><title type='text'>lack of inspiration</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ6kXRwcRUk/R0cNrpflp_I/AAAAAAAAADM/18rWRCe5xfU/s1600-h/campbell_blog3_block480.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ6kXRwcRUk/R0cNrpflp_I/AAAAAAAAADM/18rWRCe5xfU/s320/campbell_blog3_block480.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136088943563220978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The place I used to live made me feel like a tourist&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't coexist with the cold and suspicious&lt;br /&gt;When the last remaining light was starting to filter&lt;br /&gt;It seemed the perfect time to step into the future&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your heart is a grave to be perfectly honest&lt;br /&gt;Your mouth's a smoking gun&lt;br /&gt;And you smile while you're twisting the knife in my stomach&lt;br /&gt;Until everything is gone&lt;br /&gt;Take all you can from me&lt;br /&gt;I've got weak constitution&lt;br /&gt;I'm led so easily&lt;br /&gt;So easily&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left it all behind in the dead of last winter&lt;br /&gt;I left it all behind but the question still lingers&lt;br /&gt;So long, forgotten friends, no, you don't know the difference&lt;br /&gt;Between love and submission, and I'm not that obedient&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your heart is a grave to be perfectly honest&lt;br /&gt;Your mouth's a smoking gun&lt;br /&gt;And you smile while you're twisting the knife in my stomach&lt;br /&gt;Until everything is gone&lt;br /&gt;Take all you can from me&lt;br /&gt;I've got weak constitution&lt;br /&gt;I'm led so easily&lt;br /&gt;So easily&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she's trying to sleep it off&lt;br /&gt;With her head on my shoulder&lt;br /&gt;And I'm trying to keep it out&lt;br /&gt;Of my thoughts when I hold her (Take all you can from me)&lt;br /&gt;And she's trying to sleep it off&lt;br /&gt;With her head on my shoulder (I'm led so easily)&lt;br /&gt;And I'm trying to keep it out&lt;br /&gt;Of my thoughts when I hold her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your heart is a grave to be perfectly honest&lt;br /&gt;Your mouth's a smoking gun&lt;br /&gt;And you smile while you're twisting the knife in my stomach&lt;br /&gt;Until everything is gone&lt;br /&gt;Take all you can from me&lt;br /&gt;I've got weak constitution&lt;br /&gt;I'm led so easily&lt;br /&gt;So easily"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;" Nossos corpos não conseguem ter paz" - só para ti =D&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/5000599745638254584-8035124354287240108?l=ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com/feeds/8035124354287240108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000599745638254584&amp;postID=8035124354287240108&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000599745638254584/posts/default/8035124354287240108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000599745638254584/posts/default/8035124354287240108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com/2007/11/lack-of-inspiration.html' title='lack of inspiration'/><author><name>Rato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17470357778964101403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://web.ist.utl.pt/ist151341/blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ6kXRwcRUk/R0cNrpflp_I/AAAAAAAAADM/18rWRCe5xfU/s72-c/campbell_blog3_block480.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000599745638254584.post-8215753652090697339</id><published>2007-11-20T21:57:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-20T22:07:20.292Z</updated><title type='text'>O orgulho de ser Portugues (ou nao)</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vIS1Wg5BMWA&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vIS1Wg5BMWA&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Portugal na euronews, há coisa fantásticas não há?&lt;br /&gt;É com algum orgulho que digo aqui que não votei neste senhor :P&lt;br /&gt;Agora so espero que o Sr policia não apareça aqui a mandar vir :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fGacS1ctiVw&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fGacS1ctiVw&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5000599745638254584-8215753652090697339?l=ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com' alt='' 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height='32' src='http://web.ist.utl.pt/ist151341/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000599745638254584.post-1981198248477999293</id><published>2007-11-19T13:25:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-19T13:38:28.020Z</updated><title type='text'>Inverno</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ6kXRwcRUk/R0GRxpflp-I/AAAAAAAAADE/W2mi5wBmOZg/s1600-h/teia_na_chuva.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ6kXRwcRUk/R0GRxpflp-I/AAAAAAAAADE/W2mi5wBmOZg/s320/teia_na_chuva.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134545332317038562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E lá chegou o inverno.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje de manha quando acordei com aquele friozinho característico dos dias de inverno.&lt;br /&gt;Com a chuva a bater na janela e a vontade de ficar na cama a ser cada vez maior. Já tinha saudades de dias assim. Só foi pena estar em lisboa e ser dia de semana..... Porque dia perfeito seria um sábado nos bugalhos em que me levantava ia acender o lareira e ficava de pijama deitado no sofá........ isso sim seria a cereja em cima do bolo.&lt;br /&gt;Mas deixando os sonhos de lado tive que me levantar e vir para a faculdade.&lt;br /&gt;Espero que o dia me corra bem e alias espero que o dia TE corra bem.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5000599745638254584-1981198248477999293?l=ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com/feeds/1981198248477999293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000599745638254584&amp;postID=1981198248477999293&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000599745638254584.post-2431316124984608743</id><published>2007-11-16T11:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-16T11:46:46.020Z</updated><title type='text'>Intercidade ou interMarket??</title><content type='html'>Isto chegou-me por e-mail e até estranhei não ser porno (coloquei aqui a palavra porno para ver se apareço nos motores de busca mas também podia por Carla Matadinho ou até Paris Hilton..... e pronto agora que já coloquei o meu blog em mais de 60% das pesquisas do google e motores de busca parecidos vou voltar ao meu post)&lt;br /&gt;Tava eu a dizer que isto me chegou por e-mail e decidi partilhar com voces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cYXU9BOw4xM&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cYXU9BOw4xM&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;agora digam-me se isto não faz com que toda a discussão em volta do TGV pareça de certa forma ridícula ou redicúla como diria o amigo pacheco?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E pronto isto é o meu contributo para hoje&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5000599745638254584-2431316124984608743?l=ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com/feeds/2431316124984608743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000599745638254584&amp;postID=2431316124984608743&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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vejo que a intel acaba de lançar uma nova tecnologia, Processadores com tecnologia de 45 nm, coisa fantástica vamos ter os Intel Core 2 mais rápidos e baterias de portátil a durarem mais :D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deixando agora de parte o meu lado mais geek vamos falar da minha noite de ontem (ou pelo menos da parte que se pode contar aqui LOL).&lt;br /&gt;Estava eu no ist já de noite, quando surge a pergunta: "Mas onde é que vou jantar?" passado alguns minutos de decisão e um telefonema resolvo ir jantar a casa e já que ia para casa porque não fazer uma paragem rápida no caminho para dar um Beijinho a uma certa e determinada pessoa :D.&lt;br /&gt;E lá esta acabei por não ir jantar a casa.&lt;br /&gt;E já que a noite prometia surpresas....... contra todas as minhas expectativas voltei a ver o Rattatouille. Mas que grande filme, arrisco mesmo a dizer que é dos filmes com que mais me identifico. Porque será??? :). Só foi pena as pipocas tarem um bocado queimadas LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Acabado o filme e as pipocas só restava ir para a caminha.&lt;br /&gt;E pronto....... foi assim que se passa uma noite calma e tranquila em excelente companhia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bem voltando mais uma vez o meu lado geek (60 e tal por cento :( ) Espero que esta nova tecnologia da Intel venha por os pc's mais baratuxos isso é que era nível........ nahh não acredito muito nisso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voltando mais uma vez ao meu lado mais "normal" queira agradecer "publicamente" o comentário da sarita :) tenho ainda a acrescentar: houve outro Nelson que uma vez disse: "Esta casa é como que um retiro espiritual." isto foi em relação à "Pensão Arreeiro 2" que tinha +- a mesma gerência que a pensão Olaias :P por isso amigos já sabem,  algum problema, a porta ta aberta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E com esta parte mais lamexas mas sincera me despeço. Até porque é hora de almoço e o migas ta a minha espera para ir comer :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xau Xau Abraços e beijinhos a prima :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Todas as marcas mencionadas neste post são propriedade ©Intel Corporation         &lt;/span&gt;   &lt;!-- /footer --&gt;&lt;!--  Omniture SSI --&gt;&lt;!-- Omniture code --&gt;&lt;!-- WAP code version: 1.0 --&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://www.intel.com/scripts-include/wa/wa_setup.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://www.intel.com/sites/wap/cim_setup.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;        &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!-- var thepathandpage = Exceptions(location.pathname) var default_org2 = "Unassigned" var default_org3 = "Unassigned" var default_org4 = "Unassigned" var default_org5 = "Unassigned" var default_orgX = default_org5 + "|" + thepathandpage var org2=((typeof window.p_org2 == "undefined") || (!p_org2)) ? default_org2 : p_org2; var org3=((typeof window.p_org3 == "undefined") || (!p_org3)) ? default_org3 : p_org3; var org4=((typeof window.p_org4 == "undefined") || (!p_org4)) ? default_org4 : p_org4; var orgX=((typeof window.p_org5 == "undefined") || (!p_org5)) ? default_orgX : p_org5 + "|" + thepathandpage; var wa_pageName=thepathandpage var wa_geo="asmo-lar" var wa_language=((typeof window.p_language == "undefined") || (!p_language)) ? 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fiz e qual nao eh o meu espanto quando descubro que sou 68% geek&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.justsayhi.com/bb/geek" style="background: transparent url(http://assets.justsayhi.com/badges/544/577/geek_badge1_green.5v7tcj7ji9.jpg) no-repeat scroll 0% 50%; text-decoration: none; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; display: block; width: 268px; height: 82px;"&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 125px; padding-top: 28px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:22;"  &gt;68% Geek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o mais espantoso é que o TP é 83% geek e o ambrosio é 90% geek isso deixou-me deveras indignado :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deixando o dia de ontem de parte.....&lt;br /&gt;Hoje cheguei a conclusão que tenho um problema grave de falta de concentração. Coisa que não é nada bom mas vou tentar melhorar.&lt;br /&gt;E pronto não tenho mais nada de interessante para falar hoje ( sim porque este post foi muito interessante LOL)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5000599745638254584-4875857196085277401?l=ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com/feeds/4875857196085277401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000599745638254584&amp;postID=4875857196085277401&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000599745638254584/posts/default/4875857196085277401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000599745638254584/posts/default/4875857196085277401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com/2007/11/post-sem-jeito.html' title='Post Sem Jeito'/><author><name>Rato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17470357778964101403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://web.ist.utl.pt/ist151341/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000599745638254584.post-519161033055243226</id><published>2007-11-01T14:24:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-01T14:33:48.344Z</updated><title type='text'>ShadowMan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ6kXRwcRUk/RynjdsV4wmI/AAAAAAAAAC8/EI3zrhP2L_U/s1600-h/shadowman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ6kXRwcRUk/RynjdsV4wmI/AAAAAAAAAC8/EI3zrhP2L_U/s320/shadowman.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127879749996692066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Shadowman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Any time tomorrow I will lie and say I'm fine&lt;br /&gt;I'll say yes when I mean no&lt;br /&gt;And any time tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;The sun will cease to shine&lt;br /&gt;There's a shadowman who told me so&lt;br /&gt;Any time tomorrow the rain will play a part&lt;br /&gt;Of a play I used to know&lt;br /&gt;Like no other&lt;br /&gt;Used to know it all by heart&lt;br /&gt;But a shadowman inside has let it go&lt;br /&gt;Oh no, let go of my hand&lt;br /&gt;Oh no, not now I'm down, my friend&lt;br /&gt;You came to me anew&lt;br /&gt;Or was it me who came to you&lt;br /&gt;Shadowman&lt;br /&gt;Any time tomorrow a part of me will die&lt;br /&gt;And a new one will be born&lt;br /&gt;Any time tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;I'll get sick of asking why&lt;br /&gt;Sick of all the darkness I have worn&lt;br /&gt;Any time tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;I will try to do what's right&lt;br /&gt;Making sense of all I can&lt;br /&gt;Any time tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;I'll pretend to see the light&lt;br /&gt;I just might&lt;br /&gt;Shadowman&lt;br /&gt;Oh here's the sun again&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it appealing to recline&lt;br /&gt;Get blinded and to go into the light again&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't it make you sad&lt;br /&gt;To see so much love denied&lt;br /&gt;See nothing but a shadowman inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Oh, if you're coming down to rescue me&lt;br /&gt;Now would be perfect&lt;br /&gt;Please, if you're coming down to rescue me&lt;br /&gt;Now would be perfect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5000599745638254584-519161033055243226?l=ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com/feeds/519161033055243226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000599745638254584&amp;postID=519161033055243226&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000599745638254584/posts/default/519161033055243226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000599745638254584/posts/default/519161033055243226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com/2007/11/shadowman.html' title='ShadowMan'/><author><name>Rato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17470357778964101403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://web.ist.utl.pt/ist151341/blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ6kXRwcRUk/RynjdsV4wmI/AAAAAAAAAC8/EI3zrhP2L_U/s72-c/shadowman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000599745638254584.post-4055525323360966235</id><published>2007-10-28T02:31:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-10-28T03:06:54.602Z</updated><title type='text'>Poker night</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ6kXRwcRUk/RyP8bsV4wlI/AAAAAAAAAC0/WMAdx9nBRPY/s1600-h/poker.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ6kXRwcRUk/RyP8bsV4wlI/AAAAAAAAAC0/WMAdx9nBRPY/s320/poker.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126218353567384146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois de um sábado bem passado com um almoço no IKEA em excelente companhia, uma tarde ainda melhor.&lt;br /&gt;Strogonoff para o jantar e poker com pipocas para sobremesa.&lt;br /&gt;Depois de mudar a hora mudou a sorte..... e lá se foram as fichas :(&lt;br /&gt;Mas foi divertido lol&lt;br /&gt;Espero que a noite não acabe por aqui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ6kXRwcRUk/RyP4WsV4wkI/AAAAAAAAACs/vw42QwWNVOI/s1600-h/MouseMoon+Pub.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ6kXRwcRUk/RyP4WsV4wkI/AAAAAAAAACs/vw42QwWNVOI/s320/MouseMoon+Pub.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126213869621527106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mudando de assunto sinto-me um bocado triste pois tu não estas bem :'(&lt;br /&gt;Espero que melhores dias venham.&lt;br /&gt;Espero que mudes de ideias e espero que saibas o quanto és importante para tanta gente aqui. Embora tu digas que não pertences aqui, fazes imensa falta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queria acabar com um Gosto de ti e pode não parecer mas preciso de ti. Tu és um pilar na minha vida nunca te esqueças disso.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5000599745638254584-4055525323360966235?l=ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com/feeds/4055525323360966235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000599745638254584&amp;postID=4055525323360966235&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000599745638254584/posts/default/4055525323360966235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000599745638254584/posts/default/4055525323360966235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com/2007/10/poker-night.html' title='Poker night'/><author><name>Rato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17470357778964101403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://web.ist.utl.pt/ist151341/blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ6kXRwcRUk/RyP8bsV4wlI/AAAAAAAAAC0/WMAdx9nBRPY/s72-c/poker.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000599745638254584.post-1763756397291407246</id><published>2007-10-23T23:27:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T01:00:42.135+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sentidos sem Sentido</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ6kXRwcRUk/Rx6K6I2qCCI/AAAAAAAAACk/E3CLFnu7iH8/s1600-h/brrr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ6kXRwcRUk/Rx6K6I2qCCI/AAAAAAAAACk/E3CLFnu7iH8/s320/brrr.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124686157407979554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não vejo a luz clara e negra&lt;br /&gt;deste sol envergonhado&lt;br /&gt;Porque estes sentidos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não entendo este cheiro seco&lt;br /&gt;que esta chuva de Outono deixa&lt;br /&gt;Porque estes sentidos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não entendo este toque quente e frio&lt;br /&gt;que das pessoas que passam por mim&lt;br /&gt;Porque estes sentidos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não entendo este gosto doce e amargo&lt;br /&gt;das palavras que foram escritas&lt;br /&gt;Porque estes sentidos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não entendo esta melodia muda&lt;br /&gt;que cidade canta calada&lt;br /&gt;Porque estes sentidos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque contigo...&lt;br /&gt;Porque sem ti...&lt;br /&gt;Estes sentidos ficam sem sentido.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5000599745638254584-1763756397291407246?l=ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com/feeds/1763756397291407246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000599745638254584&amp;postID=1763756397291407246&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000599745638254584/posts/default/1763756397291407246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000599745638254584/posts/default/1763756397291407246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com/2007/10/sentidos-sem-sentido.html' title='Sentidos sem Sentido'/><author><name>Rato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17470357778964101403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://web.ist.utl.pt/ist151341/blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ6kXRwcRUk/Rx6K6I2qCCI/AAAAAAAAACk/E3CLFnu7iH8/s72-c/brrr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000599745638254584.post-5575406771645322536</id><published>2007-10-21T23:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T00:19:12.526+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Stars in both sides of my head</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ6kXRwcRUk/RxvePI2qCBI/AAAAAAAAACc/SiRKX8Uyx_I/s1600-h/dormir.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ6kXRwcRUk/RxvePI2qCBI/AAAAAAAAACc/SiRKX8Uyx_I/s320/dormir.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123933352720205842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look up and I look down&lt;br /&gt;I take my shoes off to be closer to the ground&lt;br /&gt;I can think of many ways&lt;br /&gt;to screw up all these perfect days&lt;br /&gt;But I am feeling bold an brave&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll just feel good today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow in this twisted world I'm really doing fine&lt;br /&gt;you can say this piece of mind was never really mine&lt;br /&gt;but I feel fine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's one reason to be sad&lt;br /&gt;Half of us have nothing and the other feels too fat&lt;br /&gt;but this is not the the time and place&lt;br /&gt;to crucify the human race&lt;br /&gt;there's a massive hight to ride&lt;br /&gt;I'm keeping my eyes openwide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow in this twisted world I'm really doing fine&lt;br /&gt;you can say this piece of mind was never really mine&lt;br /&gt;but I feel fine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;someone tell me how long I&lt;br /&gt;can keep this day inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow in this twisted world I'm really doing fine&lt;br /&gt;you can say this piece of mind was never really mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't always wake up this alive&lt;br /&gt;but I have you so I feel fine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stars around my head.... the best hour of sleep of my weekend&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5000599745638254584-5575406771645322536?l=ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com/feeds/5575406771645322536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000599745638254584&amp;postID=5575406771645322536&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000599745638254584/posts/default/5575406771645322536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000599745638254584/posts/default/5575406771645322536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com/2007/10/stars-in-both-sides-of-my-head.html' title='Stars in both sides of my head'/><author><name>Rato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17470357778964101403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://web.ist.utl.pt/ist151341/blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ6kXRwcRUk/RxvePI2qCBI/AAAAAAAAACc/SiRKX8Uyx_I/s72-c/dormir.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000599745638254584.post-3449045145205448145</id><published>2007-10-16T17:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T17:51:48.903+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Certo dia estava eu em casa quando uma pessoa muito especial me entregou um papel laranja com isto escrito....... hoje por culpa de outra pessoa fui "comprar" as musicas da banda e quando estava a ouvir lembrei-me daquele momento......&lt;br /&gt;Isto eh para ti, imagina que ta escrito em papel branco com uma borboleta colorida no canto inferior direito e uma lua no canto superior esquerdo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ6kXRwcRUk/RxTobI2qB-I/AAAAAAAAACE/CpUcZZqN0Es/s1600-h/logo1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ6kXRwcRUk/RxTobI2qB-I/AAAAAAAAACE/CpUcZZqN0Es/s320/logo1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121974229157939170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K'S CHOICE LYRICS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"20,000 Seconds"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20,000 seconds since you've left and I'm still counting&lt;br /&gt;And 20,000 reasons to get up, get something done&lt;br /&gt;But I'm still waiting&lt;br /&gt;Is someone kind enough to&lt;br /&gt;Pick me up and give me food, assure me that the world is good&lt;br /&gt;But you should be here, you should be here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How colors can change and even the texture of the rain&lt;br /&gt;And what's that ugly little stain on the bathroom floor&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather not deal with that right now&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather be floating in space somewhere or&lt;br /&gt;Worry about the ozone layer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ6kXRwcRUk/RxTr1o2qCAI/AAAAAAAAACU/fwBdWMlt2vE/s1600-h/butterfly_lg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ6kXRwcRUk/RxTr1o2qCAI/AAAAAAAAACU/fwBdWMlt2vE/s320/butterfly_lg.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121977982959355906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's almost like a corny movie scene&lt;br /&gt;But I'm out of frame and the lighting's bad&lt;br /&gt;And the music has no theme&lt;br /&gt;And we're all so strong when nothing's wrong&lt;br /&gt;And the world is at our feet&lt;br /&gt;But how small we are when our love is far away&lt;br /&gt;And all you need is you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5000599745638254584-3449045145205448145?l=ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com/feeds/3449045145205448145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000599745638254584&amp;postID=3449045145205448145&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000599745638254584/posts/default/3449045145205448145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000599745638254584/posts/default/3449045145205448145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com/2007/10/certo-dia-estava-eu-em-casa-quando-uma.html' title=''/><author><name>Rato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17470357778964101403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://web.ist.utl.pt/ist151341/blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ6kXRwcRUk/RxTobI2qB-I/AAAAAAAAACE/CpUcZZqN0Es/s72-c/logo1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000599745638254584.post-9037763109310528121</id><published>2007-10-13T19:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T20:22:26.777+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ6kXRwcRUk/RxEaF42qB8I/AAAAAAAAAB0/2jKcHEwXlks/s1600-h/Friends.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: center; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ6kXRwcRUk/RxEaF42qB8I/AAAAAAAAAB0/2jKcHEwXlks/s320/Friends.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120902939760265154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em tempos quando te conheci foi fácil apaixonar-me por ti, por o teu sorriso. Foi em tempos que o amor que senti por ti sofreu um grande tombo. Mas agora vejo que não imagino a minha vida sem o teu sorriso, o teu abraço quente.&lt;br /&gt;Muitas foram as coisas que se fizeram e disseram de forma errada, coisas que magoam mas mais uma vez te digo foram apenas um beliscão naquilo que sinto por ti neste momento... UMA GRANDE AMIZADE.&lt;br /&gt;Como tu me disseste um dia, não espero que entendas mas apenas que tentes......&lt;br /&gt;Tu és muito importante para mim. Desculpa se disse ou fiz algo que te magoou. Acredita que nunca foi a minha intenção.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A ti, a minha special friend, terás sempre um lugar especial dentro do meu coração.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5000599745638254584-9037763109310528121?l=ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com/feeds/9037763109310528121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000599745638254584&amp;postID=9037763109310528121&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000599745638254584/posts/default/9037763109310528121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000599745638254584/posts/default/9037763109310528121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com/2007/10/friends.html' title='Friends'/><author><name>Rato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17470357778964101403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://web.ist.utl.pt/ist151341/blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ6kXRwcRUk/RxEaF42qB8I/AAAAAAAAAB0/2jKcHEwXlks/s72-c/Friends.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000599745638254584.post-710426198328613435</id><published>2007-10-12T02:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T02:14:38.205+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Retarded disfigured CLOWN</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ6kXRwcRUk/Rw7KSkFq2aI/AAAAAAAAABs/ncs2ILvkMAk/s1600-h/zar7-733851.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ6kXRwcRUk/Rw7KSkFq2aI/AAAAAAAAABs/ncs2ILvkMAk/s320/zar7-733851.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120252246640744866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Learning to love life by living through loss and mistakes,&lt;br /&gt;lessons learned and gradually surfacing, letting go, striping&lt;br /&gt;naked to scream. I am not perfect nor do I strive to be. I am&lt;br /&gt;alive in this world of face first falls and public breakdowns. I&lt;br /&gt;am retarded disfigured clown dying to be heard for the simple&lt;br /&gt;art of letting this heavy wall finally fall. I am an equal being&lt;br /&gt;of no race or colour, a hallucination if you will sneaking into&lt;br /&gt;the lives of strangers and letting them fall apart to a new&lt;br /&gt;rhythm just to feel better."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5000599745638254584-710426198328613435?l=ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com/feeds/710426198328613435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000599745638254584&amp;postID=710426198328613435&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000599745638254584/posts/default/710426198328613435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000599745638254584/posts/default/710426198328613435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com/2007/10/retarded-disfigured-clown.html' title='Retarded disfigured CLOWN'/><author><name>Rato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17470357778964101403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://web.ist.utl.pt/ist151341/blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ6kXRwcRUk/Rw7KSkFq2aI/AAAAAAAAABs/ncs2ILvkMAk/s72-c/zar7-733851.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000599745638254584.post-317582494142815067</id><published>2007-10-09T15:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T15:19:43.384+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Fairy tale</title><content type='html'>"Balance Beam"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I haven't been quite the same&lt;br /&gt;So sure the story of my life would never change&lt;br /&gt;In a bright eyed way&lt;br /&gt;She rinsed out the soap in my eyes and wrote a song that I'm about to sing&lt;br /&gt;She's a magnetic girl&lt;br /&gt;That I hardly even know&lt;br /&gt;So this is not another love song&lt;br /&gt;Just a list of things that I should know&lt;br /&gt;Everyone should know that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One: You've got to take it kind of slowly&lt;br /&gt;Two: You've got to hurry up and make your move&lt;br /&gt;Three: You've got to tell her how you're feeling&lt;br /&gt;Four: You've got to be the perfect gentleman&lt;br /&gt;When you shake the wall, you've got to make it bend&lt;br /&gt;Yeah you're got to show her that she's pretty&lt;br /&gt;She's so pretty&lt;br /&gt;You're the balance beam&lt;br /&gt;And I keep falling all around this fairy tale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ6kXRwcRUk/RwuNp3SWYfI/AAAAAAAAABk/p_-59npOgNE/s1600-h/Fairy20.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ6kXRwcRUk/RwuNp3SWYfI/AAAAAAAAABk/p_-59npOgNE/s320/Fairy20.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119341151791768050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took a walk in the rain&lt;br /&gt;I suggested, she confessed that&lt;br /&gt;There's a park nearby to cast the shade&lt;br /&gt;Stay cool but I'm giddy like a school boy&lt;br /&gt;You've got to handle with care this is not a toy&lt;br /&gt;Gradually we touched&lt;br /&gt;Though our clothes were wet&lt;br /&gt;We sat and smiled&lt;br /&gt;I never thought I'd smile so much&lt;br /&gt;The first kiss always says the most&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One: You've got to take it kind of slowly&lt;br /&gt;Two: You've got to hurry up and make your move&lt;br /&gt;Three: You've got to tell her how you're feeling&lt;br /&gt;Four: You've got to be the perfect gentleman&lt;br /&gt;When you shake the wall, you've got to make it bend&lt;br /&gt;Yeah you're got to show her that she's pretty&lt;br /&gt;She's so pretty&lt;br /&gt;You're the balance beam&lt;br /&gt;And I keep falling all around this fairy tale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone should know that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One: You've got to take it kind of slowly&lt;br /&gt;Two: You've got to hurry up and make your move&lt;br /&gt;Three: You've got to tell her how you're feeling&lt;br /&gt;Four: You've got to be the perfect gentleman&lt;br /&gt;When you shake the wall, you've got to make it bend&lt;br /&gt;Yeah you're got to show her that she's pretty&lt;br /&gt;She's so pretty&lt;br /&gt;You're the balance beam&lt;br /&gt;And I keep falling all around this fairy tale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This fairy tale, this fairy tale&lt;br /&gt;Some kind of fairy tale. Some kind of fairy tale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone should know that."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blue October&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5000599745638254584-317582494142815067?l=ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com/feeds/317582494142815067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000599745638254584&amp;postID=317582494142815067&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000599745638254584/posts/default/317582494142815067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000599745638254584/posts/default/317582494142815067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com/2007/10/fairy-tale.html' title='Fairy tale'/><author><name>Rato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17470357778964101403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://web.ist.utl.pt/ist151341/blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ6kXRwcRUk/RwuNp3SWYfI/AAAAAAAAABk/p_-59npOgNE/s72-c/Fairy20.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000599745638254584.post-468849478559409575</id><published>2007-10-08T12:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T16:22:34.675+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Manhã......</title><content type='html'>Hoje acordei com um sorriso na cara :) só tenho pena desta sensação de "dormi pouco", o que me devia ter deixado bastante mal disposto. Mas não, estranhamente ou nem muito estranho, acordei contente.&lt;br /&gt;Depois do meu banhito matinal, a vontade de voltar para a cama era alguma. Mas as aulas chamam por mim, e acima de tudo a cama já estava fria. Fria e sem qualquer motivo para voltar, despida e sem sentido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talvez à noite volte a ser atractiva, volte a despertar a minha atenção. Espero vivamente que sim. Espero dormir bem e acima de tudo acordar assim bem disposto como hoje.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora o dia chama por mim!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O sol lá fora brilha no céu azul, o frio próprio da época não chega para arrefecer os raios deste sol quente que me envolve. Vou aproveitar o dia e esperar calmamente que a noite chegue......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5000599745638254584-468849478559409575?l=ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com/feeds/468849478559409575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000599745638254584&amp;postID=468849478559409575&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000599745638254584/posts/default/468849478559409575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000599745638254584/posts/default/468849478559409575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com/2007/10/manh.html' title='Manhã......'/><author><name>Rato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17470357778964101403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://web.ist.utl.pt/ist151341/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000599745638254584.post-3498849879236643961</id><published>2007-10-07T12:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T13:13:04.803+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Home alone (almost)</title><content type='html'>Fim de semana sem os pais :P que coisa louca... até parece que estou em Lisboa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ontem fui jantar fora porque um grande amigo vai para fora. (Boa sorte puto :D)&lt;br /&gt;Ontem consegui sentir-me velho (coisa que não sou lol), fui a Torres Novas beber um copo depois do jantar. Mas que coisa estranha, parecia que tinha sido transportado para um episódio dos morangos. Credo que medo!!!&lt;br /&gt;Mas tirando isso gostei da noite, poderia ser melhor mas não falemos disso agora, vi pessoas que já não via faz algum tempo.&lt;br /&gt;Por momentos como estes é que adoro a minha terra, este espírito, esta vida.... acreditem que quem experimenta o sabor dos Bugalhos fica a colado e desejoso de voltar :P&lt;br /&gt;Por falar em voltar..... malta dentro de uns tempos os barris que estão na cave são para abrir e pode ser que um fim de semana seja necessário vir de Lisboa aqui para umas dar uma mãozinha :D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois disto so me resta dizer TOU FELIZ, coisa que não estava faz algum tempo. Mas isso são historias passadas e completamente arrumadas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5000599745638254584-3498849879236643961?l=ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com/feeds/3498849879236643961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000599745638254584&amp;postID=3498849879236643961&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000599745638254584/posts/default/3498849879236643961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000599745638254584/posts/default/3498849879236643961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com/2007/10/home-alone-almost.html' title='Home alone (almost)'/><author><name>Rato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17470357778964101403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://web.ist.utl.pt/ist151341/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000599745638254584.post-7088650496165709456</id><published>2007-10-06T10:08:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T14:39:59.928+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Night Angel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ6kXRwcRUk/RwdRgXSWYeI/AAAAAAAAABc/G-STENkB7ZQ/s1600-h/darkhairangel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ6kXRwcRUk/RwdRgXSWYeI/AAAAAAAAABc/G-STENkB7ZQ/s320/darkhairangel.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118149117978501602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Waiting on an angel&lt;br /&gt;one to carry me home&lt;br /&gt;hope you come to see me soon&lt;br /&gt;cause I don't want to go alone&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna go alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now angel won't you come by me&lt;br /&gt;angel hear my plea&lt;br /&gt;take my hand lift me up&lt;br /&gt;so that I can fly with thee&lt;br /&gt;so that I can fly with thee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm waiting on an angel&lt;br /&gt;and I know it won't be long&lt;br /&gt;to find myself in a resting place&lt;br /&gt;in my angel's arms&lt;br /&gt;in my angel's arms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So speak kind to a stranger&lt;br /&gt;cause you'll never know&lt;br /&gt;it just might be an angel come&lt;br /&gt;knockin' at your door&lt;br /&gt;knockin' at your door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm waiting on an angel&lt;br /&gt;and I know it won't be long&lt;br /&gt;to find myself in a resting place&lt;br /&gt;in my angel's arms&lt;br /&gt;in my angel's arms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting on an angel&lt;br /&gt;one to carry me home&lt;br /&gt;hope you come to see me soon&lt;br /&gt;cause I don't wanna go alone&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna go alone&lt;br /&gt;don't wanna go&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna go alone"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben Harper&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5000599745638254584-7088650496165709456?l=ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com/feeds/7088650496165709456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000599745638254584&amp;postID=7088650496165709456&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000599745638254584/posts/default/7088650496165709456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000599745638254584/posts/default/7088650496165709456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com/2007/10/night-angel.html' title='Night Angel'/><author><name>Rato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17470357778964101403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://web.ist.utl.pt/ist151341/blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ6kXRwcRUk/RwdRgXSWYeI/AAAAAAAAABc/G-STENkB7ZQ/s72-c/darkhairangel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000599745638254584.post-7187374064223550100</id><published>2007-10-04T18:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T18:56:27.202+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Brincar com os sentimentos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ6kXRwcRUk/RwUoPjV0qYI/AAAAAAAAABU/6ITC-s67WG0/s1600-h/solerosa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ6kXRwcRUk/RwUoPjV0qYI/AAAAAAAAABU/6ITC-s67WG0/s320/solerosa.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117540799226358146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alguma vez na vida sentiram que andaram a brincar com os vossos sentimentos???&lt;br /&gt;Existirá pior crueldade que isso? Dizer que se gosta, que se respeita quando na verdade tudo nos passa ao lado e no fundo so pensamos em nós.&lt;br /&gt;Nos momentos decisivos acabamos por olhar só para o que queremos e esquecemos as pessoas que gostamos.&lt;br /&gt;Será que é uma característica de todos os seres, o instinto de sobrevivência, a busca incessante de ser feliz? Não sei mas talvez seja isso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todas as pessoas tem o direito de serem felizes, mas será justo ser-se feliz causando infelicidade aos outros? Talvez não seja.&lt;br /&gt;Mundo cruel este onde a felicidade nunca é absolutamente verdadeira e temos sempre por optar por aquilo que nos deixa mais feliz no momento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Espero não te enganar e acima de tudo de me enganar a mim mesmo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5000599745638254584-7187374064223550100?l=ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com/feeds/7187374064223550100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000599745638254584&amp;postID=7187374064223550100&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000599745638254584/posts/default/7187374064223550100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000599745638254584/posts/default/7187374064223550100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com/2007/10/brincar-com-os-sentimentos.html' title='Brincar com os sentimentos'/><author><name>Rato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17470357778964101403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://web.ist.utl.pt/ist151341/blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ6kXRwcRUk/RwUoPjV0qYI/AAAAAAAAABU/6ITC-s67WG0/s72-c/solerosa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000599745638254584.post-2587350941434540592</id><published>2007-10-04T09:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T10:29:37.079+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Do Amor ao Odio</title><content type='html'>Como é possível passar de um sentimento tão quente para um tão frio?&lt;br /&gt;Não sei......... mas acontece.&lt;br /&gt;Como é tão fácil dizer amo-te num dia e no outro apenas sentir que nada se sente?&lt;br /&gt;Não sei......... mas acontece.&lt;br /&gt;Como é que dois sentimentos tão diferentes pode estar tão intimamente ligados?&lt;br /&gt;Não sei......... mas estão.&lt;br /&gt;Porque o sentido das coisas é sempre do amor ao odio e nunca do odio ao amor, será possível amar alguém que já odiamos um dia? Mas é certo que odiar alguém que já amamos um dia é tão fácil... não devia ser assim. Mas porque? porque fazemos estas coisas? Mas porque não conseguimos seguir em frente? Porque fazer coisas apaixonadas e dizer o contrario? Não faz sentido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ6kXRwcRUk/RwSyZjV0qXI/AAAAAAAAABM/ZhWAnt255eo/s1600-h/c_manfro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ6kXRwcRUk/RwSyZjV0qXI/AAAAAAAAABM/ZhWAnt255eo/s320/c_manfro.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117411228652972402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ou talvez até tenha o seu sentido.&lt;br /&gt;Quando uma pessoa ama faz coisas aparentemente sem sentido, será o odio mais uma dessas coisa sem sentido? Não sei..... Talvez.&lt;br /&gt;Talvez odiar uma pessoa seja mais fácil que amar. Talvez não seja o "odiar" mas sim o medo de se entregar ao outro, o medo de sair magoado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas não sera dor maior a que se sente quando não estamos com a pessoa de que gostamos apenas por medo do que pode acontecer, de nos magoarmos?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5000599745638254584-2587350941434540592?l=ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com/feeds/2587350941434540592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000599745638254584&amp;postID=2587350941434540592&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000599745638254584/posts/default/2587350941434540592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000599745638254584/posts/default/2587350941434540592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com/2007/10/do-amor-ao-odio.html' title='Do Amor ao Odio'/><author><name>Rato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17470357778964101403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://web.ist.utl.pt/ist151341/blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ6kXRwcRUk/RwSyZjV0qXI/AAAAAAAAABM/ZhWAnt255eo/s72-c/c_manfro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000599745638254584.post-4950678166421799203</id><published>2007-10-02T01:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T02:37:39.157+01:00</updated><title type='text'>ilusões....... e desilusões</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ6kXRwcRUk/RwGgXv4WmwI/AAAAAAAAABE/psr_SZV8nto/s1600-h/triste.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ6kXRwcRUk/RwGgXv4WmwI/AAAAAAAAABE/psr_SZV8nto/s320/triste.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116546981519858434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I never knew you&lt;br /&gt;But now I'm haunted by your past,&lt;br /&gt;How long will this last?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought you loved me,&lt;br /&gt;You say you love me,&lt;br /&gt;Life's just a shadow that you cast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all my dreams come round in threes always&lt;br /&gt;Im independent but I'm tied to you&lt;br /&gt;You lied to me, I'd die for you&lt;br /&gt;But I can't read your mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ6kXRwcRUk/RwGbiv4WmvI/AAAAAAAAAA8/qAMvVxGcXjI/s1600-h/Illusions.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ6kXRwcRUk/RwGbiv4WmvI/AAAAAAAAAA8/qAMvVxGcXjI/s320/Illusions.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116541672940280562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm lost without you&lt;br /&gt;An empty feeling deep inside&lt;br /&gt;I want to run and hide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll let you use me&lt;br /&gt;And just abuse me&lt;br /&gt;But girl I want you to be mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all my dreams come round in threes always&lt;br /&gt;Im independent but I'm tied to you&lt;br /&gt;You lied to me, I'd die for you&lt;br /&gt;But I can't read your mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all my dreams come round in threes always&lt;br /&gt;Im independent but I'm tied to you&lt;br /&gt;You lied to me, I'd die for you&lt;br /&gt;But I can't read your mind"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Air Traffic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosto desta musica por o piano.&lt;br /&gt;Lembra-me alguns dos bons momentos que tive estas ferias.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5000599745638254584-4950678166421799203?l=ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com/feeds/4950678166421799203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000599745638254584&amp;postID=4950678166421799203&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000599745638254584/posts/default/4950678166421799203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000599745638254584/posts/default/4950678166421799203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com/2007/10/iluses-e-desiluses.html' title='ilusões....... e desilusões'/><author><name>Rato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17470357778964101403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://web.ist.utl.pt/ist151341/blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ6kXRwcRUk/RwGgXv4WmwI/AAAAAAAAABE/psr_SZV8nto/s72-c/triste.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000599745638254584.post-1988325127335886858</id><published>2007-09-27T16:32:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T16:42:33.482+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ6kXRwcRUk/RvvPWDMaqUI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Ylrmg1ruEFY/s1600-h/arte.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ6kXRwcRUk/RvvPWDMaqUI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Ylrmg1ruEFY/s320/arte.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114909779530787138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O efémero e precário equilíbrio do da sociedade consumista dos nossos tempos.&lt;br /&gt;O sentido de impossibilidade de sair da redoma de vidro que nos colocam cada vez que queremos dar um passo em frente mas acabamos sempre por cair.&lt;br /&gt;A confusão que nos vai na alma e na cabeça que por muito alto que estejamos acabamos sempre por tombar.&lt;br /&gt;Por todas as coisas que por colocarmos uma tampa pensamos que sao so nossas mas na realidade não passamos de uma garrafa de vidro transparente para algumas pessoas.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5000599745638254584-1988325127335886858?l=ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com/feeds/1988325127335886858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000599745638254584&amp;postID=1988325127335886858&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000599745638254584/posts/default/1988325127335886858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000599745638254584/posts/default/1988325127335886858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com/2007/09/o-efmero-e-precrio-equilbrio-do-da.html' title=''/><author><name>Rato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17470357778964101403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://web.ist.utl.pt/ist151341/blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KJ6kXRwcRUk/RvvPWDMaqUI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Ylrmg1ruEFY/s72-c/arte.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000599745638254584.post-7768460391011087</id><published>2007-09-26T18:04:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T18:24:59.845+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A pedido de uma loirinha fofinha e simpatica</title><content type='html'>Para começar Gonçalo sei que ela é tua namorada :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pronto foi-me pedido que escrevesse um livro não sobre as minhas próprias experiências mas sim do que fui ouvindo por aqui e por ali.&lt;br /&gt;Bem cá vai......&lt;br /&gt;Comecemos por dizer uma coisas que poucos devem saber mas eh verdade os preservativos ditos normais na verdade tem aroma a baunilha (quem diria :P), mas desses já tudo farto. Divertido são aqueles com pintinhas e espirais para dar mais prazer, mas atenção  no final do acto de amor (queca) é que as rugas podem fazer com que o preservativo não saia com o resto.&lt;br /&gt;Agora giro giro sao os que brilham no escuro eh mesmo divertido tirando a parte final em que o lubrificante também brilha e ficam partes giras do corpo a brilhar LOL&lt;br /&gt;Divertido sao também os de sabores embora que alguns um bocado inúteis ou com demasiado cheiro (ainda me lembro de uns de morango) mas da para poupar nas velas, sim porque comprar uma caixa de preservativos e receber uma vela em forma de coração...... muito estranho.&lt;br /&gt;Divertido é os preservativos de mentol (control sexsenses) a melhor descrição que ouvi foi "tas a ver um halls mas agora noutro sitio".&lt;br /&gt;Depois disto tudo eh claro que todas as pessoas vão dizer mas giro giro eh pinar sem preservativo..... VÁ LÁ PESSOAL OLHA AS DOENÇAS E OS PUTOS com isto quero dizer: já que se tem que pinar em segurança pelo menos que seja divertido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS1: eu disse que seja divertido... por amor de deus a não ser que seja mesmo preciso nunca usem preservativos retardantes (pelo menos antes do 40 anos).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS2: As caixas de 12 não para gastar numa noite.... as de 6 ainda vai com muito esforço mas as de 12 não façam loucuras meus amigos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS3: a venda nas lojas de produtos informáticos por cerca de 300 e poucos euros&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5000599745638254584-7768460391011087?l=ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com/feeds/7768460391011087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000599745638254584&amp;postID=7768460391011087&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000599745638254584/posts/default/7768460391011087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000599745638254584/posts/default/7768460391011087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com/2007/09/pedido-de-uma-loirinha-fofinha-e.html' title='A pedido de uma loirinha fofinha e simpatica'/><author><name>Rato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17470357778964101403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://web.ist.utl.pt/ist151341/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000599745638254584.post-4127214829867435062</id><published>2007-09-26T02:34:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T02:47:44.126+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I´m Back muahhh :P</title><content type='html'>Já estava farto desta existência de não existir.....&lt;br /&gt;Farto de não fazer o que gosto e o que me da prazer. Deixei de o fazer por ti.... mas estes dias fizeram-me ver que não há ninguém no mundo que merece que eu fique assim, nem mesmo tu...... Ontem voltei a pegar nos tachos, a chegar-me perto de um fogão, a não ter medo da vida.&lt;br /&gt;O que ficou do passado são apenas recordações umas boas outras má mas no fundo apenas recordações...... E como costumam dizer, recordar é viver mas as tuas recordações magoam demais, fazem-me sofrer demais.&lt;br /&gt;Esta fronteira ténue entre o bom e o mau estava a deixar-me louco estava a tirar o sentido à vida. E como só tenho esta para viver acho que o melhor a fazer é aproveita-la..... Aproveita-la da melhor forma possível.&lt;br /&gt;Tenho amigos que gostam de mim, se preocupam comigo, verdadeiros amigos que estiveram sempre lá para mim. Por eles volto a ser o velho e casmurro RATO.&lt;br /&gt;Obrigado amigos :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5000599745638254584-4127214829867435062?l=ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com/feeds/4127214829867435062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000599745638254584&amp;postID=4127214829867435062&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000599745638254584/posts/default/4127214829867435062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000599745638254584/posts/default/4127214829867435062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com/2007/09/im-back-muahhh-p.html' title='I´m Back muahhh :P'/><author><name>Rato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17470357778964101403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://web.ist.utl.pt/ist151341/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000599745638254584.post-929094473843093394</id><published>2007-09-24T22:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T22:16:13.285+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"I have not been home since you left long ago&lt;br /&gt;Im thumbing my way back to heaven&lt;br /&gt;Counting steps, walking backwards on the road&lt;br /&gt;Im counting my way back to heaven&lt;br /&gt;I cant be free with whats locked inside of me&lt;br /&gt;If there was a key, you took it in your hand&lt;br /&gt;Theres no wrong or right, but Im sure theres good and bad&lt;br /&gt;The questions linger overhead&lt;br /&gt;No matter how cold the winter, theres a springtime ahead&lt;br /&gt;Im thumbing my way back to heaven&lt;br /&gt;I wish that I could hold you&lt;br /&gt;I wish that I had&lt;br /&gt;Thinking bout heaven&lt;br /&gt;I let go of a rope, thinking thats what held me back&lt;br /&gt;And in time Ive realized, its now wrapped around my neck&lt;br /&gt;I cant see whats next, from this lonely overpass&lt;br /&gt;Hang my head and count my steps, as another car goes past&lt;br /&gt;All the rusted signs we ignore throughout our lives&lt;br /&gt;Choosing the shiny ones instead&lt;br /&gt;I turned my back, now theres no turning back&lt;br /&gt;No matter how cold the winter, theres a springtime ahead&lt;br /&gt;I smile, but who am I kidding?&lt;br /&gt;Im just walking the miles, every once in a while Ill get a ride&lt;br /&gt;Im thumbing my way back to heaven&lt;br /&gt;Thumbing my way back to heaven&lt;br /&gt;Im thumbing my way back to heaven..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falaram-me disto.... nao pode tar mais certo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5000599745638254584-929094473843093394?l=ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com/feeds/929094473843093394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000599745638254584&amp;postID=929094473843093394&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000599745638254584/posts/default/929094473843093394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000599745638254584/posts/default/929094473843093394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-have-not-been-home-since-you-left.html' title=''/><author><name>Rato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17470357778964101403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://web.ist.utl.pt/ist151341/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000599745638254584.post-5642782356711773858</id><published>2007-09-24T13:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T13:14:53.132+01:00</updated><title type='text'>o vazio ou talvez um truque da mente</title><content type='html'>Que coisa estranha "o vazio", o nada.... a existência de não existir nada.&lt;br /&gt;Mas se não há nada porque sentir o calor, o frio, a chuva.... porque??? Não sei. Talvez não seja totalmente "o vazio", talvez seja mais uma partida da mente... do poder se sugestão que existe sobre cada um de nos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou farto de dias de sol e noites de chuva. Porque não existe um meio termo???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje é o dia.......... o dia em que não vale a pena negar quem sou e o que gosto. E eu sou melhor que este tempo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje vou voltar a fazer o que mais gosto na vida, espero que corra bem.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5000599745638254584-5642782356711773858?l=ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com/feeds/5642782356711773858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000599745638254584&amp;postID=5642782356711773858&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000599745638254584/posts/default/5642782356711773858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000599745638254584/posts/default/5642782356711773858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com/2007/09/o-vazio-ou-talvez-um-truque-da-mente.html' title='o vazio ou talvez um truque da mente'/><author><name>Rato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17470357778964101403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://web.ist.utl.pt/ist151341/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000599745638254584.post-9165504640778723933</id><published>2007-09-23T12:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T12:15:14.040+01:00</updated><title type='text'>if i die tomorrow....</title><content type='html'>Where did we come from?&lt;br /&gt;Why are we here?&lt;br /&gt;Where do we go when we die?&lt;br /&gt;What lies beyond&lt;br /&gt;And what lay before?&lt;br /&gt;Is anything certain in life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say " Life is too short"&lt;br /&gt;"The here and the now"&lt;br /&gt;And " You`re only given one shot"&lt;br /&gt;But could there be more&lt;br /&gt;Have I lived before&lt;br /&gt;Or could this be all that we`ve got?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I die tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;I`d be alright&lt;br /&gt;Because I believe&lt;br /&gt;That after we`re gone&lt;br /&gt;The spirit carries on&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5000599745638254584-9165504640778723933?l=ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com/feeds/9165504640778723933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000599745638254584&amp;postID=9165504640778723933&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000599745638254584/posts/default/9165504640778723933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000599745638254584/posts/default/9165504640778723933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com/2007/09/if-i-die-tomorrow.html' title='if i die tomorrow....'/><author><name>Rato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17470357778964101403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://web.ist.utl.pt/ist151341/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000599745638254584.post-626208714104969247</id><published>2007-09-22T21:57:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T22:05:46.828+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Lifetime.............</title><content type='html'>"You are once again surrounded by a brilliant white light.&lt;br /&gt;Allow the light to lead you away from your past and into this lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;As the light dissipates you will slowly fade back into&lt;br /&gt;consciousness, remembering all you have learned.&lt;br /&gt;When I tell you to open your eyes you will return to the present,&lt;br /&gt;Feeling peaceful and refresh."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5000599745638254584-626208714104969247?l=ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com/feeds/626208714104969247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000599745638254584&amp;postID=626208714104969247&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000599745638254584/posts/default/626208714104969247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000599745638254584/posts/default/626208714104969247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com/2007/09/spirit-carries-on.html' title='Lifetime.............'/><author><name>Rato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17470357778964101403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://web.ist.utl.pt/ist151341/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000599745638254584.post-384933468779616968</id><published>2007-09-21T12:52:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T12:52:51.605+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Life goes on...</title><content type='html'>I wish I could go to sleep and wake up with amnesia&lt;br /&gt;And try to forget the things I've done&lt;br /&gt;I wish I knew how to keep the promises I made you&lt;br /&gt;But life i guess it goes on&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I know it goes on&lt;br /&gt;You see I've learned it goes on&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5000599745638254584-384933468779616968?l=ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com/feeds/384933468779616968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000599745638254584&amp;postID=384933468779616968&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000599745638254584/posts/default/384933468779616968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000599745638254584/posts/default/384933468779616968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com/2007/09/life-goes-on.html' title='Life goes on...'/><author><name>Rato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17470357778964101403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://web.ist.utl.pt/ist151341/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000599745638254584.post-1277498134455479356</id><published>2007-09-20T19:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T16:14:04.791+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A noite.......</title><content type='html'>Umas trazem coisas boas. Outras nem por isso.&lt;br /&gt;A noite passada foi um furacão de emoções........&lt;br /&gt;Fez-me ver com mais clareza a vida (sim porque a passei quase em claro LOL)&lt;br /&gt;Foi uma noite fria e quente, de corações a palpitar.&lt;br /&gt;A palpitar como foi ah umas noites a traz.... mas agora não palpita mais, ta parado.&lt;br /&gt;Parado por ti, por mim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disse-te um dia que tinhas o meu coração, que não o partisses. Agradeço agora o facto de o teres devolvido, com algumas mazelas eh claro mas também quando o entreguei a ti não esperei que ele ficasse igual. E não ficou. A mossas que ficaram vão acabar por sarar e acredita que dentro dele terás sempre o teu cantinho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quanto ao futuro como diz o poeta, So sei que nada sei. Mas sei que a vida não para, ou não pode parar, para ti que me voltas-te a aquecer numa noite fria não sei.... mexes-te cmg.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5000599745638254584-1277498134455479356?l=ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com/feeds/1277498134455479356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000599745638254584&amp;postID=1277498134455479356&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000599745638254584/posts/default/1277498134455479356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000599745638254584/posts/default/1277498134455479356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com/2007/09/noite.html' title='A noite.......'/><author><name>Rato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17470357778964101403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://web.ist.utl.pt/ist151341/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000599745638254584.post-8587491382003941461</id><published>2007-09-18T15:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T16:05:49.009+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tu é que mandas......</title><content type='html'>De lado, por cima, por baixo...... que noite louca LOL&lt;br /&gt;Obrigado por tudo :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje ver o milao e o liverpool ou como quem diz o Benfas e o FCP&lt;br /&gt;Que ganhem os dois, sim porque se o porto vai ganhar a liga dos campeoes que a final seja contra o benfica visto ser o clube do mundo com mais finais perdidas :P&lt;br /&gt;Mas como diria aquele velho sabio "Prognosticos so no fim do jogo"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5000599745638254584-8587491382003941461?l=ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com/feeds/8587491382003941461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000599745638254584&amp;postID=8587491382003941461&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000599745638254584/posts/default/8587491382003941461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000599745638254584/posts/default/8587491382003941461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com/2007/09/tu-que-mandas.html' title='Tu é que mandas......'/><author><name>Rato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17470357778964101403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://web.ist.utl.pt/ist151341/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000599745638254584.post-2447155407905857862</id><published>2007-09-15T14:10:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T14:14:42.503+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes it takes some falling down&lt;br /&gt;To get back on your feet&lt;br /&gt;I often think the things I want&lt;br /&gt;The things I really need&lt;br /&gt;I noticed yesterday that lately I&lt;br /&gt;haven’t noticed much&lt;br /&gt;Colours change and people change&lt;br /&gt;And I am busy handling the remote&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5000599745638254584-2447155407905857862?l=ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com/feeds/2447155407905857862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000599745638254584&amp;postID=2447155407905857862&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000599745638254584/posts/default/2447155407905857862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000599745638254584/posts/default/2447155407905857862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com/2007/09/sometimes-it-takes-some-falling-down-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Rato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17470357778964101403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://web.ist.utl.pt/ist151341/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000599745638254584.post-3925759570638029385</id><published>2007-09-15T13:34:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T13:39:29.350+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Mas porque?????!!!!!????</title><content type='html'>Não entendo isto....... (Re)Aprender a cozinhar!!!&lt;br /&gt;Mas porque esta falta de tacto, de mão e acima de tudo vontade? É simplesmente estranho não ser capaz de fazer o que mais gosto na vida.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5000599745638254584-3925759570638029385?l=ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com/feeds/3925759570638029385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000599745638254584&amp;postID=3925759570638029385&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000599745638254584/posts/default/3925759570638029385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000599745638254584/posts/default/3925759570638029385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com/2007/09/mas-porque.html' title='Mas porque?????!!!!!????'/><author><name>Rato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17470357778964101403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://web.ist.utl.pt/ist151341/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000599745638254584.post-8387103891982247534</id><published>2007-09-13T12:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T12:51:55.755+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Um bilhete dois espectaculos</title><content type='html'>PORTUGAL vs SERVIA&lt;br /&gt;ou&lt;br /&gt;Felipão vs Dragutinovic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nao sei mas foi um bom espectaculo so foi pena foi o jogo ter sido tao fraquinho perque de resto ate gostei.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5000599745638254584-8387103891982247534?l=ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com/feeds/8387103891982247534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000599745638254584&amp;postID=8387103891982247534&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000599745638254584/posts/default/8387103891982247534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000599745638254584/posts/default/8387103891982247534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com/2007/09/um-bilhete-dois-espectaculos.html' title='Um bilhete dois espectaculos'/><author><name>Rato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17470357778964101403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://web.ist.utl.pt/ist151341/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000599745638254584.post-7621777424484367548</id><published>2007-09-10T18:09:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T18:09:53.350+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Esta musica por TUDO</title><content type='html'>"Umbrella"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahuh Ahuh (Yea Rihanna)&lt;br /&gt;Ahuh Ahuh (Good girl gone bad)&lt;br /&gt;Ahuh Ahuh (Take three... Action)&lt;br /&gt;Ahuh Ahuh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No clouds in my storms&lt;br /&gt;Let it rain, I hydroplane in the bank&lt;br /&gt;Coming down with the Dow Jones&lt;br /&gt;When the clouds come we gone, we Rocafella&lt;br /&gt;We fly higher than weather&lt;br /&gt;And G5’s are better, You know me,&lt;br /&gt;an anticipation, for precipitation. Stacked chips for the rainy day&lt;br /&gt;Jay, Rain Man is back with little Ms. Sunshine&lt;br /&gt;Rihanna where you at?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have my heart&lt;br /&gt;And we'll never be worlds apart&lt;br /&gt;May be in magazines&lt;br /&gt;But you'll still be my star&lt;br /&gt;Baby cause in the dark&lt;br /&gt;You can't see shiny cars&lt;br /&gt;And that's when you need me there&lt;br /&gt;With you I'll always share&lt;br /&gt;Because&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the sun shines, we’ll shine together&lt;br /&gt;Told you I'll be here forever&lt;br /&gt;Said I'll always be a friend&lt;br /&gt;Took an oath I'ma stick it out till the end&lt;br /&gt;Now that it's raining more than ever&lt;br /&gt;Know that we'll still have each other&lt;br /&gt;You can stand under my umbrella&lt;br /&gt;You can stand under my umbrella&lt;br /&gt;(Ella ella eh eh eh)&lt;br /&gt;Under my umbrella&lt;br /&gt;(Ella ella eh eh eh)&lt;br /&gt;Under my umbrella&lt;br /&gt;(Ella ella eh eh eh)&lt;br /&gt;Under my umbrella&lt;br /&gt;(Ella ella eh eh eh eh eh eh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These fancy things, will never come in between&lt;br /&gt;You're part of my entity, here for Infinity&lt;br /&gt;When the war has took it's part&lt;br /&gt;When the world has dealt it's cards&lt;br /&gt;If the hand is hard, together we'll mend your heart&lt;br /&gt;Because&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the sun shines, we’ll shine together&lt;br /&gt;Told you I'll be here forever&lt;br /&gt;Said I'll always be a friend&lt;br /&gt;Took an oath I'ma stick it out till the end&lt;br /&gt;Now that it's raining more than ever&lt;br /&gt;Know that we'll still have each other&lt;br /&gt;You can stand under my umbrella&lt;br /&gt;You can stand under my umbrella&lt;br /&gt;(Ella ella eh eh eh)&lt;br /&gt;Under my umbrella&lt;br /&gt;(Ella ella eh eh eh)&lt;br /&gt;Under my umbrella&lt;br /&gt;(Ella ella eh eh eh)&lt;br /&gt;Under my umbrella&lt;br /&gt;(Ella ella eh eh eh eh eh eh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can run into my arms&lt;br /&gt;It's okay don't be alarmed&lt;br /&gt;Come here to me&lt;br /&gt;There's no distance in between our love&lt;br /&gt;So go on and let the rain pour&lt;br /&gt;I'll be all you need and more&lt;br /&gt;Because&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the sun shines, we’ll shine together&lt;br /&gt;Told you I'll be here forever&lt;br /&gt;Said I'll always be a friend&lt;br /&gt;Took an oath I'ma stick it out till the end&lt;br /&gt;Now that it's raining more than ever&lt;br /&gt;Know that we'll still have each other&lt;br /&gt;You can stand under my umbrella&lt;br /&gt;You can stand under my umbrella&lt;br /&gt;(Ella ella eh eh eh)&lt;br /&gt;Under my umbrella&lt;br /&gt;(Ella ella eh eh eh)&lt;br /&gt;Under my umbrella&lt;br /&gt;(Ella ella eh eh eh)&lt;br /&gt;Under my umbrella&lt;br /&gt;(Ella ella eh eh eh eh eh eh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's raining&lt;br /&gt;Ooh baby it's raining&lt;br /&gt;Baby come here to me&lt;br /&gt;Come here to me&lt;br /&gt;It's raining&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby it's raining&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5000599745638254584-7621777424484367548?l=ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com/feeds/7621777424484367548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000599745638254584&amp;postID=7621777424484367548&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000599745638254584/posts/default/7621777424484367548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000599745638254584/posts/default/7621777424484367548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com/2007/09/esta-musica-por-tudo.html' title='Esta musica por TUDO'/><author><name>Rato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17470357778964101403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://web.ist.utl.pt/ist151341/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000599745638254584.post-2290439968689841300</id><published>2007-09-09T19:25:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T10:49:24.110+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Fim de semana intenso :P</title><content type='html'>Que grande festa que foi este fim de semana.&lt;br /&gt;com alguns baixos e muitos altos. Grande casamento --- VIVA OS NOIVOS ---&lt;br /&gt;So é pena as aulinhas começarem amanha :( porque é que o IST não é como as faculdades normais que so começam no dia 17. OK é o tecnico, até me adimiro é ainda ter ferias lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5000599745638254584-2290439968689841300?l=ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com/feeds/2290439968689841300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000599745638254584&amp;postID=2290439968689841300&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000599745638254584/posts/default/2290439968689841300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000599745638254584/posts/default/2290439968689841300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com/2007/09/fim-de-semana-intenso-p.html' title='Fim de semana intenso :P'/><author><name>Rato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17470357778964101403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://web.ist.utl.pt/ist151341/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000599745638254584.post-5471805422220472659</id><published>2007-09-07T17:51:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T17:58:55.203+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Andava eu a navegar por a net e descubri esta perola :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="353"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wf2ToOQxEls"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wf2ToOQxEls" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="353"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;´&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pois pois bons tempos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5000599745638254584-5471805422220472659?l=ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com/feeds/5471805422220472659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000599745638254584&amp;postID=5471805422220472659&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000599745638254584/posts/default/5471805422220472659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000599745638254584/posts/default/5471805422220472659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com/2007/09/andava-eu-navegar-por-net-e-descubri.html' title=''/><author><name>Rato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17470357778964101403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://web.ist.utl.pt/ist151341/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000599745638254584.post-8600638424958513975</id><published>2007-09-05T15:21:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T15:33:44.225+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Novo dia, nova VIDA</title><content type='html'>Nada na vida é definitivo.......... e hoje senti isso na pele.&lt;br /&gt;No final fica a amizade...... e algo mais que não tem nome, que não consigo definir.&lt;br /&gt;Sinto-me triste e contente, a chorar e a sorrir.&lt;br /&gt;Espero que o tempo passe e que apenas me sinta contente e a sorrir. Mas se tiver que ficar triste e a chorar........ amigos voces vão ter que me aturar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E pronto ja tou a ficar lamexas, ate faço rimas sem querer, agora nao preciso de ser lamexas, preciso é de amigos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A ti peço desculpa e agradeço.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5000599745638254584-8600638424958513975?l=ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com/feeds/8600638424958513975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000599745638254584&amp;postID=8600638424958513975&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000599745638254584/posts/default/8600638424958513975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000599745638254584/posts/default/8600638424958513975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com/2007/09/novo-dia-nova-vida.html' title='Novo dia, nova VIDA'/><author><name>Rato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17470357778964101403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://web.ist.utl.pt/ist151341/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000599745638254584.post-3287390077890216695</id><published>2007-09-04T16:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T16:24:37.270+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Que vida mais atribulada. Mudanças e mais mudanças.&lt;br /&gt;O curso a dar-me a volta a cabeça, a cabeça a dar a volta a ela prorpia.&lt;br /&gt;Bem mas há que olhar em frente.....&lt;br /&gt;Este ano escolar que se avisinha vai trazer coisinhas novas :D e sim em Lx tudo é relativamente perto, fico a tua xpera.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5000599745638254584-3287390077890216695?l=ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com/feeds/3287390077890216695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000599745638254584&amp;postID=3287390077890216695&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000599745638254584/posts/default/3287390077890216695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000599745638254584/posts/default/3287390077890216695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com/2007/09/que-vida-mais-atribulada.html' title=''/><author><name>Rato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17470357778964101403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://web.ist.utl.pt/ist151341/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000599745638254584.post-7061740087215490186</id><published>2007-09-02T18:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T18:43:27.096+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Vou gastar esta musica.........</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;Led Zeppelin&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial, helvetica;"&gt;There's a lady who's sure all that glitters is gold&lt;br /&gt; And she's buying a stairway to heaven&lt;br /&gt; And when she gets there she knows if the stores are closed&lt;br /&gt; With a word she can get what she came for&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial, helvetica;"&gt;Woe oh oh oh oh oh&lt;br /&gt; And she's buying a stairway to heaven  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial, helvetica;"&gt;There's a sign on the wall but she wants to be sure&lt;br /&gt; And you know sometimes words have two meanings&lt;br /&gt; In a tree by the brook there's a songbird who sings&lt;br /&gt; Sometimes all of our thoughts are misgiven  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial, helvetica;"&gt;Woe oh oh oh oh oh&lt;br /&gt; And she's buying a stairway to heaven  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial, helvetica;"&gt;There's a feeling I get when I look to the west&lt;br /&gt; And my spirit is crying for leaving&lt;br /&gt; In my thoughts I have seen rings of smoke through the trees&lt;br /&gt; And the voices of those who stand looking  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial, helvetica;"&gt;Woe oh oh oh oh oh&lt;br /&gt; And she's buying a stairway to heaven  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial, helvetica;"&gt;And it's whispered that soon, if we all call the tune&lt;br /&gt; Then the piper will lead us to reason&lt;br /&gt; And a new day will dawn for those who stand long&lt;br /&gt; And the forest will echo with laughter  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial, helvetica;"&gt;And it makes me wonder  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial, helvetica;"&gt;If there's a bustle in your hedgerow&lt;br /&gt; Don't be alarmed now&lt;br /&gt; It's just a spring clean for the May Queen  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial, helvetica;"&gt;Yes there are two paths you can go by&lt;br /&gt; but in the long run&lt;br /&gt; There's still time to change the road you're on  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial, helvetica;"&gt;Your head is humming and it won't go in case you don't know&lt;br /&gt; The piper's calling you to join him&lt;br /&gt; Dear lady can't you hear the wind blow and did you know&lt;br /&gt; Your stairway lies on the whispering wind  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial, helvetica;"&gt;And as we wind on down the road&lt;br /&gt; Our shadows taller than our soul&lt;br /&gt; There walks a lady we all know&lt;br /&gt; Who shines white light and wants to show&lt;br /&gt; How everything still turns to gold&lt;br /&gt; And if you listen very hard&lt;br /&gt; The tune will come to you at last&lt;br /&gt; When all are one and one is all&lt;br /&gt; To be a rock and not to roll&lt;br /&gt; Woe oh oh oh oh oh&lt;br /&gt; And she's buying a stairway to heaven  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial, helvetica;"&gt;There's a lady who's sure all that glitters is gold&lt;br /&gt; And she's buying a stairway to heaven&lt;br /&gt; And when she gets there she knows if the stores are closed&lt;br /&gt; With a word she can get what she came for&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial, helvetica;"&gt;And she's buying a stairway to heaven, uh uh uh. &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/5000599745638254584-7061740087215490186?l=ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com/feeds/7061740087215490186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000599745638254584&amp;postID=7061740087215490186&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000599745638254584/posts/default/7061740087215490186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000599745638254584/posts/default/7061740087215490186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com/2007/09/vou-gastar-esta-musica.html' title='Vou gastar esta musica.........'/><author><name>Rato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17470357778964101403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://web.ist.utl.pt/ist151341/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000599745638254584.post-4934838240755734124</id><published>2007-09-02T13:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T13:15:29.633+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Que loucura de Churrasco !!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Este fim de semana tem sido um bocado violento.... mas a noite de ontem foi particularmente comprida lol em grande parte tu sabes porque....... mas pronto tu és a minha melhor amiga e estavas memos sóbria lol. Quanto ao resto não preciso de falar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5000599745638254584-4934838240755734124?l=ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com/feeds/4934838240755734124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000599745638254584&amp;postID=4934838240755734124&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000599745638254584/posts/default/4934838240755734124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000599745638254584/posts/default/4934838240755734124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com/2007/09/que-loucura-de-churrasco.html' title='Que loucura de Churrasco !!!!!!!'/><author><name>Rato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17470357778964101403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://web.ist.utl.pt/ist151341/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000599745638254584.post-2825702246684782655</id><published>2007-09-01T17:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T17:08:26.658+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A melhor noite do Verao</title><content type='html'>Noite louca a de ontem............................... so é pena não me lembrar de nada............&lt;br /&gt;Quer dizer tenho uma vaga ideia mas só posso dizer uma coisa: O jantar estava muito bem servido. E como se trata de uma despedida de solteiro........ QUEM TAVA VIU QUEM NAO TAVA TIVESSE :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5000599745638254584-2825702246684782655?l=ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com/feeds/2825702246684782655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000599745638254584&amp;postID=2825702246684782655&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000599745638254584/posts/default/2825702246684782655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000599745638254584/posts/default/2825702246684782655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com/2007/09/melhor-noite-do-verao.html' title='A melhor noite do Verao'/><author><name>Rato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17470357778964101403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://web.ist.utl.pt/ist151341/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000599745638254584.post-3233131932750293785</id><published>2007-08-29T15:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T15:47:23.283+01:00</updated><title type='text'>passado, presente e futuro</title><content type='html'>Há alturas na vida que temos que dar um murro no peito, encarar o presente e não ter medo do futuro......&lt;br /&gt;E este é o meu pensamento do dia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5000599745638254584-3233131932750293785?l=ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com/feeds/3233131932750293785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000599745638254584&amp;postID=3233131932750293785&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000599745638254584/posts/default/3233131932750293785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000599745638254584/posts/default/3233131932750293785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com/2007/08/passado-presente-e-futuro.html' title='passado, presente e futuro'/><author><name>Rato</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17470357778964101403</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://web.ist.utl.pt/ist151341/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5000599745638254584.post-6959429975615652117</id><published>2007-08-26T00:27:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T00:46:13.249+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tristeza para que???? Não vale a pena</title><content type='html'>Este blog ta a ficar muito deprimente... não devia ser assim.&lt;br /&gt;Deixar as tristezas de lado, não vale a pena tar assim.&lt;br /&gt;Já passei por isto e não gostei do resultado. Agora tenho que olhar para mim e  pensar em mim, ser um bocado egoísta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bem lá ta isto a voltar para a depressão.... :P é mais forte que eu.....lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje o dia até me correu tão bem :D. Ganhei no Snooker ao pulha, bom bocado.&lt;br /&gt;o Benfas até empatou... tou desejoso por saber quem eh o treinador que vem para a semana para substituir o Camacho LOL Mas nao posso falar ainda muito sobre isso visto amanha o meu FCP ter um embate com a lagartagem e so espero que não se repita o que aconteceu na super taça. Mas amanha se verá.....&lt;br /&gt;Amanha............... lá vou eu voltar para Lisboa. Esta semana já vou ter companhia pa uns cafés :D&lt;br /&gt;já vou ter a minha primeira aulinha de condução, espero não atropelar ninguém nem bater em nada lol&lt;br /&gt;E pronto o blog já não tá tão deprimente........ quer dizer deprimente é tar à 1 da manha de sábado na net a escrever no blog lol, muito nerd informático mas que posso eu fazer eu sou assim.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5000599745638254584-6959429975615652117?l=ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com/feeds/6959429975615652117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5000599745638254584&amp;postID=6959429975615652117&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000599745638254584/posts/default/6959429975615652117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5000599745638254584/posts/default/6959429975615652117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ratohiddenplace.blogspot.com/2007/08/tristeza-para-que-no-vale-pena.html' title='Tristeza para que???? 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