<?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-5511240</id><updated>2011-04-22T01:39:42.366+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Inocas</title><subtitle type='html'>esta é a descriçao do meu blog</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inocas.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511240/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inocas.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11978666471296192833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>63</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511240.post-108120034691956907</id><published>2004-04-05T22:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-04-05T22:56:11.030+01:00</updated><title type='text'>É uma boa hipotese...</title><summary type='text'>Ontem vi um programa daqueles canais tipo odisseia(se calhar era mesmo o odisseia, mas sou demasido aluada para reparar em tal pormenor) . Sinceramente, não sei bem ao certo de que assunto especifico  era o programa pois só comecei a ver a meio(por acaso estava mais perto do fim...). Mas penso que era  qualquer coisa sobre medicina veterinaria..ou qualquer coisa relacionada com a saúde animal. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511240/posts/default/108120034691956907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511240/posts/default/108120034691956907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inocas.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108120034691956907' title='É uma boa hipotese...'/><author><name>Ines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11978666471296192833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511240.post-108098959895579347</id><published>2004-04-03T11:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-04-03T11:57:54.390+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Olá</title><summary type='text'>Pois, eu sei que tenho andado desaparecida, que não escrevo nada, e quando escrevo alguma coisa também não digo nada. Nem no 1 de Abril passei por cá para aqui pregar uma mentirinha (que não faz mal a ninguém). Podia dizer agora, mas já não tem piada nem lógica nenhuma, pois não? Mas a verdade é que não contei mentira a ninguém neste 1 de Abril, o que é mau...muito mau...ou não.Finalmente estou</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511240/posts/default/108098959895579347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511240/posts/default/108098959895579347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inocas.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108098959895579347' title='Olá'/><author><name>Ines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11978666471296192833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511240.post-108058147797752913</id><published>2004-03-29T18:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-03-29T18:33:52.840+01:00</updated><title type='text'>?(YG(&amp;%$#"?</title><summary type='text'>)(/(%&amp;$%$#$)(»=»NJKHiug)(/(/%&amp;/&amp;GRGGGGDGGGG(/="!(/=?O»*/***-+-is A?! mmmmm ::I)N==)()(gOT09"#O&amp;%€...SSooA)=(M=**?**!"+-é tudo o que tenho a dizer...Boa tarde...*</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511240/posts/default/108058147797752913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511240/posts/default/108058147797752913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inocas.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108058147797752913' title='?(YG(&amp;%$#&quot;?'/><author><name>Ines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11978666471296192833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511240.post-10805191477460314</id><published>2004-03-29T01:12:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-03-29T01:15:45.216+01:00</updated><title type='text'>E por falar em Nirvana...</title><summary type='text'>A parva...foi novamente presaEnfim...as vezes pergunto-me: que é feito do filho deles?...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511240/posts/default/10805191477460314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511240/posts/default/10805191477460314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inocas.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#10805191477460314' title='E por falar em Nirvana...'/><author><name>Ines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11978666471296192833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511240.post-108039846071127509</id><published>2004-03-27T14:41:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-03-28T17:18:54.623+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Que género de rock sou?</title><summary type='text'>Grunge!  You're all about the music and would eventurn your back on fame just to stay true toyour roots...  You reached your high in theearly '90s, but you're still making some goodstuff!  Keep rocking! What genre of rock are you? brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511240/posts/default/108039846071127509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511240/posts/default/108039846071127509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inocas.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108039846071127509' title='Que género de rock sou?'/><author><name>Ines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11978666471296192833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511240.post-108031274561515174</id><published>2004-03-26T14:52:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-03-26T14:55:55.856Z</updated><title type='text'>Quase em férias...</title><summary type='text'>Finalmente...foi o último! Correu mal, mas--huhuhu! -- que se lixe--'tá sol!!  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511240/posts/default/108031274561515174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511240/posts/default/108031274561515174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inocas.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108031274561515174' title='Quase em férias...'/><author><name>Ines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11978666471296192833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511240.post-108031233275498716</id><published>2004-03-26T14:45:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-03-26T14:48:06.280Z</updated><title type='text'>Enfim...</title><summary type='text'>Algo me diz que não vou usar saia durante um bom periodo de tempo.... </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511240/posts/default/108031233275498716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511240/posts/default/108031233275498716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inocas.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108031233275498716' title='Enfim...'/><author><name>Ines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11978666471296192833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511240.post-108024081725259834</id><published>2004-03-25T18:53:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-03-25T18:56:07.890Z</updated><title type='text'>é o último!</title><summary type='text'>mas parece que é o que custa mais...a preguiça é mais forte que eu...depois é praticamente férias!...enfim...parece que para o  proximo periodo vou ter que me por ao trabalho pa subir estas notas...para a proxima sai melhorpara a proxima...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511240/posts/default/108024081725259834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511240/posts/default/108024081725259834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inocas.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108024081725259834' title='é o último!'/><author><name>Ines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11978666471296192833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511240.post-108015164300296233</id><published>2004-03-24T18:07:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-03-24T23:49:45.483Z</updated><title type='text'>Nota-se?</title><summary type='text'>nota-se muito que:.: dormi outra vez muito mal?.: ontem nem sequer jantei?.: sou uma zero á esquerda a interpretar poemas?.: me esqueci outra vez de entregar o E111 à prof para a visita a Paris?.: estou cansada?.: estou com mais de metade do limite de numero de faltas injustificadas?.: estou extremamente esquecida (sim, ainda mais)?.: não sei onde caír morta?.: estou gorda?.: me sinto </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511240/posts/default/108015164300296233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511240/posts/default/108015164300296233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inocas.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108015164300296233' title='Nota-se?'/><author><name>Ines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11978666471296192833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511240.post-107973257163170190</id><published>2004-03-19T21:42:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-03-19T22:01:08.000Z</updated><title type='text'>Curiosidades do dia</title><summary type='text'>sabiam que ....:...existe uma planta que sabe a leitão??.:...existe uma planta que cheira a lapis roído??eu sabia! =D(mas já nao me lembro do nome das plantas...:/ . não posso saber tudo, tá?!)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511240/posts/default/107973257163170190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511240/posts/default/107973257163170190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inocas.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107973257163170190' title='Curiosidades do dia'/><author><name>Ines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11978666471296192833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511240.post-107944828048031568</id><published>2004-03-16T14:44:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-03-16T14:47:48.810Z</updated><title type='text'>mais :)</title><summary type='text'>Mas que belo dia típicamente primaveril!!...=D*maximas para o Porto: 22ºCWWWWWEEEEEEEEEE! IIIUUUUUPIIII! =D</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511240/posts/default/107944828048031568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511240/posts/default/107944828048031568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inocas.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107944828048031568' title='mais :)'/><author><name>Ines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11978666471296192833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511240.post-107928526184766909</id><published>2004-03-14T17:27:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-03-14T17:30:42.170Z</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><summary type='text'>Que dia bonito que está hoje.....=)vou estudar...........................................</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511240/posts/default/107928526184766909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511240/posts/default/107928526184766909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inocas.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107928526184766909' title=':)'/><author><name>Ines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11978666471296192833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511240.post-107921146590941190</id><published>2004-03-13T20:57:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-03-13T21:00:26.793Z</updated><title type='text'>...</title><summary type='text'>mentir é feio...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511240/posts/default/107921146590941190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511240/posts/default/107921146590941190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inocas.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107921146590941190' title='...'/><author><name>Ines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11978666471296192833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511240.post-107860450838386790</id><published>2004-03-06T20:21:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-03-06T20:25:06.700Z</updated><title type='text'>vai mais um teste?</title><summary type='text'>You are a true nature girl! Which Ultimate Beautiful Woman are You? brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511240/posts/default/107860450838386790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511240/posts/default/107860450838386790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inocas.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107860450838386790' title='vai mais um teste?'/><author><name>Ines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11978666471296192833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511240.post-107807746518091638</id><published>2004-02-29T17:57:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-02-29T18:05:01.966Z</updated><title type='text'>Cheguei!</title><summary type='text'>Pois, desculpem lá a desatualização  mas estive esta semana demasiado ocupada a esquiar em Andorra =D! Foi a segunda vez que esquiei na vida, apanhei um frio  de rachar, mandei as melhores quedas do ano, parti-me toda a carregar com a aqueles esquis "de chumbo" e esfolei as canelas todas com as botas dos esquis--uma violência...E acho que ainda não foi a última vez. Espero eu. Ouvi falar em "</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511240/posts/default/107807746518091638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511240/posts/default/107807746518091638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inocas.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107807746518091638' title='Cheguei!'/><author><name>Ines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11978666471296192833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511240.post-107722479380020162</id><published>2004-02-19T21:06:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-02-19T21:17:28.373Z</updated><title type='text'>Estou melhor obrigada...</title><summary type='text'>Após uma crise gástrica (em que quase perdi os sentidos numa aula de Tecnicas Laboratoriais de Biologia ) há que fazer o  levantamento de alguns alimentos que fui imaginando (e alguns visualizando) enquanto bebia o meu milionésimo chá de cidreira do dia :.: bolachas estaladiças com pepitas de chocolate.: iogurte de pedaços de pêssego ( não podia comer qualquer tipo de lacticíneos).: sumo de </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511240/posts/default/107722479380020162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511240/posts/default/107722479380020162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inocas.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107722479380020162' title='Estou melhor obrigada...'/><author><name>Ines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11978666471296192833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511240.post-107687553423501190</id><published>2004-02-15T20:05:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-02-15T20:18:56.530Z</updated><title type='text'>A (minha) frase da semana</title><summary type='text'>« Todos os dias são o dia a seguir!"»Notem que disse isto com um ar muito sério...Profundo...*Nota: Isto sucedeu-se quando eu queria dizer que como o dia dos namorados este ano calhou num sábado,o ano passado calhou numa sexta logo, pr'o ano que vem vai calhar num domingo- sempre um dia a seguir!. E depois saí-me com essa...Não , a minha intensão não era de todo tentar tornar-me famosa como</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511240/posts/default/107687553423501190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511240/posts/default/107687553423501190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inocas.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107687553423501190' title='A (minha) frase da semana'/><author><name>Ines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11978666471296192833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511240.post-107566680072198423</id><published>2004-02-01T20:20:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-02-01T20:26:34.873Z</updated><title type='text'>NÃO!</title><summary type='text'>«Escrevi, no título, que ser português é muito prerigoso.(...) Hesitamos, mesmo, sobre se valerá a pena o País continuar a existir--ou se será mais sensato integramo-nos a Espanha, porque os espanhoís nos gorvenariam melhor» José António Saraiva, director do Expresso«O que devíamos fazer era juntarmo-nos rapidamente a Espanha» José Manuel de Mello, empresário, dono do Grupo Mello «A dura </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511240/posts/default/107566680072198423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511240/posts/default/107566680072198423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inocas.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107566680072198423' title='NÃO!'/><author><name>Ines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11978666471296192833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511240.post-107532882923953379</id><published>2004-01-28T22:27:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-01-28T22:34:31.186Z</updated><title type='text'>Números</title><summary type='text'>2 milhões é o número de pessoas que, por ano, morrem de malária no mundo. A maioria são crianças africanas.A cada 30 segundos uma criança morre de malária, ou seja: Por dia quase 3000 crianças morrem  com malária...E isto são apenas números...Dá que pensar...a pensarIN</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511240/posts/default/107532882923953379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511240/posts/default/107532882923953379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inocas.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107532882923953379' title='Números'/><author><name>Ines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11978666471296192833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511240.post-107523846040333792</id><published>2004-01-27T21:21:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-01-28T14:14:14.310Z</updated><title type='text'>E agora?!...</title><summary type='text'>...não consigo parar de ouvir esta musica...é tão ..........................e fica tão bem no fim do filme...Vou chorar...It's a very very maaaaaaad wooooooorld... (se n me engano é de Gary Jules e o titulo da cantoria é "mad world" mesmo)humoristicamente instavelIN</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511240/posts/default/107523846040333792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511240/posts/default/107523846040333792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inocas.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107523846040333792' title='E agora?!...'/><author><name>Ines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11978666471296192833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511240.post-107472947034544479</id><published>2004-01-21T23:57:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-01-22T00:00:25.140Z</updated><title type='text'>Não esquecer:</title><summary type='text'>Quando estiver com falta de pessoal a comentar os posts...postar uma piadinha qualquer mesmo (que) seca...Já agora, aqui vai mais uma :Estavam 2 ovos estrelados a jogar cartas. Entretanto aparece um submarino. Vira-se então um ovo estrelado para o dito submarino: "queres jogar?". E o submarino: "nao posso...tenho que ir cortar o cabelo!"E esta foi a piada da semana!humoristicamente </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511240/posts/default/107472947034544479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511240/posts/default/107472947034544479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inocas.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107472947034544479' title='Não esquecer:'/><author><name>Ines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11978666471296192833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511240.post-107437703493217076</id><published>2004-01-17T22:03:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-01-17T22:36:34.763Z</updated><title type='text'>AdIvInHa</title><summary type='text'>filho-&gt; Papá,papá! (imaginar voz de puto)papá-&gt; Diz filho....filho-&gt;Tens três (3) chocolates,dou-te mais 3, ficas com..................papá-&gt; seis(6)!!filho-&gt; Não!! TENTINO! Ficas contentinho!**Uma dica: se quizerem fazer a mesma pergunta"tens 3 chocolates...blablabla" a um amigo para ver se cai e ele já tiver ouvido a piadinha na best rock e responder "tentinho"  sempre podes </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511240/posts/default/107437703493217076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511240/posts/default/107437703493217076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inocas.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107437703493217076' title='AdIvInHa'/><author><name>Ines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11978666471296192833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511240.post-107152380566985209</id><published>2003-12-15T21:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-12-15T21:35:44.576Z</updated><title type='text'>Onde estava quando recebi a noticia de captura de Saddam</title><summary type='text'>Pronto, só para estar um pouco dentro da actualidade e depois de ler o post de Xobi, pretendo agora comunicar qual o local em que a minha pessoa se encontrava e já agora qual foi a via que me fez estar a par  da noticia da semana: a captura de Saddam.Xobineski Patruska, no seu post, afirma que fora a sua mãe que lhe deu essa informação ( e muitas outras) e toma a conclusão que as mães são a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511240/posts/default/107152380566985209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511240/posts/default/107152380566985209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inocas.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107152380566985209' title='Onde estava quando recebi a noticia de captura de Saddam'/><author><name>Ines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11978666471296192833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511240.post-107100097451875811</id><published>2003-12-09T20:16:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-12-09T20:20:47.186Z</updated><title type='text'>Dá cá uma beijoca!</title><summary type='text'>You are a child's kiss.  Completely sweet andinnocent and pure. You mean no harm and onlylove in your sweet kisses. What kind of kiss are you? brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511240/posts/default/107100097451875811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511240/posts/default/107100097451875811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inocas.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107100097451875811' title='Dá cá uma beijoca!'/><author><name>Ines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11978666471296192833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511240.post-107098051854729217</id><published>2003-12-09T14:35:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-12-09T14:42:23.810Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Cá estou eu de novo!!! pois é pois é...é a vida! Tanto tempo longe da comunidade blogueira (esta última palavra existe?!? Olha, inventei agora, quero lá saber!! Tenho um especial “jeito” para inventar palavras!!...a sério...)...E porquê??? Interrogam vocês...Ora boa pergunta! Aqui está a resposta:O meu computador é muito mimado e fez a habitual birrinha!!...Mais uma vez...Tipo os burros, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511240/posts/default/107098051854729217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511240/posts/default/107098051854729217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inocas.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107098051854729217' title=''/><author><name>Ines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11978666471296192833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511240.post-106745083867373895</id><published>2003-10-29T18:07:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-10-29T18:27:25.816Z</updated><title type='text'>Outono/Inverno (não, não é um post sobre moda...)</title><summary type='text'>O Inverno está de volta.....quer dizer, ainda estamos no Outono mas vai dar tudo ao mesmo: chuva, nuvens, vento, frio... Já se ouve o pessoal todo a queixar-se dos dias tão cinzentos (pessoal esse que quando está sol também se queixa que está calor...) e tão frios, da irritante chuva...ouve-se também constantemente espirros e pessoal que no meio de um imenso silencio (por exemplo numa reunião, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511240/posts/default/106745083867373895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511240/posts/default/106745083867373895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inocas.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106745083867373895' title='Outono/Inverno (não, não é um post sobre moda...)'/><author><name>Ines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11978666471296192833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511240.post-106736857403632730</id><published>2003-10-28T19:16:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-10-28T19:29:13.596Z</updated><title type='text'>16 anos e um dia...</title><summary type='text'>27/10/1987Não sei porquê quando era chavala pensava que quando fosse fazer 16 anos iria GRANDE dia...GRANDE coisa GRANDE passo...eu iria ser mesmo GRANDE! Andava desejosa para chegar a esta idade... Eu via as pessoas de 16 anos tão GRANDES!...E gostava muito do numero 16...As crianças têm uma imaginação muito fértil realmente...Agora já os tenho....e pronto...é isto...Hoje já não ligo muito </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511240/posts/default/106736857403632730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511240/posts/default/106736857403632730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inocas.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106736857403632730' title='16 anos e um dia...'/><author><name>Ines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11978666471296192833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511240.post-106685470378893975</id><published>2003-10-22T21:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-10-22T21:46:35.643+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Espanholadas</title><summary type='text'>Ouvi hoje de manhã no Programa da Manhã da BestRock que em Espanha andaram a fazer uma sondagem  para saber quem é que as pessoas achavam que era o espanhol mais espanhol de Espanha (qualquer coisa do género....mais coisa, menos coisa...). Até aqui tudo bem...Os resultados é que foram um tanto quanto estranhos...Quem acabou por ganhar a dita sondagem foi o David Beckham!...o_OBom...o homem </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511240/posts/default/106685470378893975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511240/posts/default/106685470378893975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inocas.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106685470378893975' title='Espanholadas'/><author><name>Ines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11978666471296192833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511240.post-106641314832245981</id><published>2003-10-17T18:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-10-17T18:52:28.513+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Que mania minha!!!!........................</title><summary type='text'>Já repararam que tenho uma terrivel mania de por imensas reticências?......eu já.....Pah, ninguém é perfeito! 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Que nojo...!!!»....acham isto normal? a sério...fiquei parva a vê-las a afastarem-se do pobre bicho</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511240/posts/default/106501739923149105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511240/posts/default/106501739923149105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inocas.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106501739923149105' title='A borboleta assassina'/><author><name>Ines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11978666471296192833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511240.post-106461219922127100</id><published>2003-09-26T22:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-09-26T23:08:29.146+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Uma história triste...</title><summary type='text'>A sério....Eu, no fundo, no fundo....não tenho nada contra os lisboetas. Até porque sou meia-lisboeta já que tenho lá grande parte da minha famí­lia (principalmente do lado materno) e até amigos. O meu problema realmente é que eu tenho um TRAUMA!....é mesmo... um trauma.....e tudo começou em chavala....Os meus avós maternos vivem em S. João do Estoril e desde pequenita que nas férias do Verão, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511240/posts/default/106461219922127100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511240/posts/default/106461219922127100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inocas.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106461219922127100' title='Uma história triste...'/><author><name>Ines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11978666471296192833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511240.post-106458177364884408</id><published>2003-09-26T14:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-09-26T14:18:50.513+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Obrigada....</title><summary type='text'>A minha prof de C.T.V. (Ciências da Terra e da Vida-para quem nao sabe....) marcou o primeiro teste para 28 de Outubro.....Eu faço anos dia 27.........Obrigada stôra...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511240/posts/default/106458177364884408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511240/posts/default/106458177364884408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inocas.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106458177364884408' title='Obrigada....'/><author><name>Ines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11978666471296192833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511240.post-106346312326964540</id><published>2003-09-13T15:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-09-14T18:14:48.226+01:00</updated><title type='text'>o_O</title><summary type='text'>Estava eu muito entretida a ler a Visão quando deparei com a seguinte frase:«Se recuperei um clube de futebol, recupero um país inteiro»                                               Alexandrino, hipnotizador,                                            que promete candidatar-se                                   às proximas eleições presidenciais                    </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511240/posts/default/106346312326964540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511240/posts/default/106346312326964540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inocas.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106346312326964540' title='o_O'/><author><name>Ines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11978666471296192833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511240.post-106339521895470044</id><published>2003-09-12T20:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-09-23T16:24:44.876+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Kabooom</title><summary type='text'>Weee!!Agora também sou Kabooomer!!!Obrigada ,Luis Pato, pelo convite ! ;P</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511240/posts/default/106339521895470044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511240/posts/default/106339521895470044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inocas.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106339521895470044' title='Kabooom'/><author><name>Ines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11978666471296192833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511240.post-106330592627081578</id><published>2003-09-11T19:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-09-12T20:35:54.500+01:00</updated><title type='text'>WTC- O silêncio dos inocentes</title><summary type='text'>um minuto de silêncio....pelos inocentes...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511240/posts/default/106330592627081578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511240/posts/default/106330592627081578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inocas.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106330592627081578' title='WTC- O silêncio dos inocentes'/><author><name>Ines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11978666471296192833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511240.post-106319674322476935</id><published>2003-09-10T13:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-09-11T00:45:39.453+01:00</updated><title type='text'>betos....</title><summary type='text'>Pah...recuso-me a ser beta, ok?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511240/posts/default/106319674322476935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511240/posts/default/106319674322476935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inocas.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106319674322476935' title='betos....'/><author><name>Ines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11978666471296192833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511240.post-106295993407101418</id><published>2003-09-07T19:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-09-07T20:06:55.180+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Queriam , nao queriam?</title><summary type='text'>Pois queriam! Queriam um programa de comentários como o meu. Vamos é ver quanto tempo estes vão durar. Já é a terceira vez que mudo de coments! Já estou farta de ter que tirar o meu registo no programa-de-comentários-que-já-funciona-mal , retirar os respectivos códigos do template, procurar outro programa de comentários porreiro, voltar a registar-me no novo programa e  a pôr os respectivos </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511240/posts/default/106295993407101418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511240/posts/default/106295993407101418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inocas.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106295993407101418' title='Queriam , nao queriam?'/><author><name>Ines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11978666471296192833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511240.post-106263166574707667</id><published>2003-09-04T00:27:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-09-04T22:51:17.076+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>E o prémio para o álbum com o título mais longo do ano vai para:Sinéad O'Connor (!!!!)  com o seu próximo lançamento que se vai chamar: She Who Dwelles in the Secret Place of the Most Hight  Shall Abide Under the Shadow of the Almighty  É um duplo álbum com um disco de temas antigos ou inéditos e outro com um concerto de Sinéad em Dublin. A edição está marcada para 9 De Setembro pela </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511240/posts/default/106263166574707667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511240/posts/default/106263166574707667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inocas.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106263166574707667' title=''/><author><name>Ines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11978666471296192833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511240.post-106253509996525605</id><published>2003-09-02T21:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-09-02T21:39:33.980+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O cúmulo do azar!!!</title><summary type='text'> Andámos 3 dias à procura de felinos no Kruger Park e vejam o que aconteceu no último dia: A meio da estrada temos um furo no pneu do jipe (alugado) que não tinha macaco pelo que tivemos que telefonar ao camping mais próximo a pedir ajuda (é proibido sair do carro no kruger, fora dos campings, essencialmente por causa dos animais). Curiosidade que uns poucos metros mais à frente podíamos ver </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511240/posts/default/106253509996525605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511240/posts/default/106253509996525605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inocas.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106253509996525605' title='O cúmulo do azar!!!'/><author><name>Ines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11978666471296192833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511240.post-106251158396292009</id><published>2003-09-02T15:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-09-02T15:56:12.100+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back!</title><summary type='text'>Cá estou eu, mais uma vez, de volta ao mundo dos blogs. Já voltei das férias a semana passada  mas a minha habitual preguiça só me deixou escrever qualquer coisa agora. Pois é, pois é...mas agora vão voltar a ter de me aturar...tenham medo...muito MEDO! HUAHUAHUAHUA!Acabaram-se as férias...a boa vida...quer dizer, ainda não começaram as aulas mas já não vou a lado nenhum estas férias. Agora é </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511240/posts/default/106251158396292009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511240/posts/default/106251158396292009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inocas.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106251158396292009' title='I&apos;m back!'/><author><name>Ines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11978666471296192833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511240.post-106001657641172727</id><published>2003-08-04T18:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-08-04T22:09:48.083+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Algumas coisas que ouço com uma certa frequência.: Arruma o quarto!.: Inês! alô ?! 'Tás a ouvir?.: Não comes mais?.: Olá! Tudo bem?.: yah....: Tudo! E contigo? (quando digo eu primeiro: «Olá! tudo bem?»).: Inês, diz-me  como é que se distingue motivo de causa...sff ( perguntaram-me isto umas quinhentas vezes na hora antes do ultimo teste de filosofia).: Inês...já te penteaste? ( a minha </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511240/posts/default/106001657641172727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511240/posts/default/106001657641172727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inocas.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106001657641172727' title=''/><author><name>Ines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11978666471296192833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511240.post-105994545068558339</id><published>2003-08-03T22:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-08-03T22:18:47.356+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Algumas coisas que digo com uma certa frequência:.: tipo.: pois.:'tás a perceber?.: Oh pah....: fogo... (não que veja incêndios todos os dias...na verdade acho que nunca me vi perante um...felizmente!).:o quê? ( um tique estúpido que eu arranjei...quê? ALUADA, EU?? acham mesmo que sim????).: Oh! Que caraças....: 'tá.: beijinhos...( quando vou a desligar o telefone).: </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511240/posts/default/105994545068558339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511240/posts/default/105994545068558339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inocas.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#105994545068558339' title=''/><author><name>Ines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11978666471296192833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511240.post-105984062713698560</id><published>2003-08-02T17:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-08-02T21:14:35.856+01:00</updated><title type='text'>pirlim pim pim!</title><summary type='text'>É impressionante o que se lê hoje em dia... Já vai algum tempo li numa revista sobre um estudo realizado na Universidade de n sei quê, nos E.U.A. (onde é que haveria de ser??), que afirma que os budistas sâo mais felizes do que as outras pessoas, pois através das novas técnicas de tomografia os ciêntistas defendem que várias zonas do seu cérebro--relacionadas com auto-controlo, emoções </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511240/posts/default/105984062713698560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511240/posts/default/105984062713698560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inocas.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#105984062713698560' title='pirlim pim pim!'/><author><name>Ines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11978666471296192833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511240.post-105950145443596841</id><published>2003-07-29T18:57:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-07-29T18:59:53.080+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Mais um poema... </title><summary type='text'>InêsO vento bate-me, sempre igualnum traço invernal, geladoe sopra ligeiro ao meu ouvidomemórias do tempo vividoe fantasmas do passado.Tremo, enregelo e tremelicoem mim não fico, de tanto torturado...Mas o vento, descontentesalta anos rapidamentee planta-me num futuro imaginado.O mau vento se divertee me arrefece outra vez...canta perigos que estão para virjá nem a alma consigo </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511240/posts/default/105950145443596841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511240/posts/default/105950145443596841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inocas.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105950145443596841' title='Mais um poema...&lt;img src=&quot;http://www.glue.umd.edu/~timothyl/icons/icon_redface.gif&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;sobre mim...&quot;&gt; '/><author><name>Ines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11978666471296192833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511240.post-105931559570982273</id><published>2003-07-27T15:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-07-27T15:20:17.330+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Mais um teste...</title><summary type='text'> Quem você é no sistema solar? por Testelândia</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511240/posts/default/105931559570982273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511240/posts/default/105931559570982273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inocas.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105931559570982273' title='Mais um teste...'/><author><name>Ines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11978666471296192833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511240.post-105923184050384119</id><published>2003-07-26T16:04:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-07-26T16:12:02.480+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Parece que as imagens que publiquei  na Sexta, 25 de Julho, pelas 18.34 já ficaram direitas...enfim...O problema era apenas elas serem demasiado grandes e, para não ficarem por cima do Sidebar, tinham ficado mais para baixo. Agora que já acrescentei mais um post e o post de sexta já foi mais para baixo e já ficaram bem! hehe.  Eu tentei diminuir o tamanho das imagens, mas não consegui...Ficavam </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511240/posts/default/105923184050384119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511240/posts/default/105923184050384119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inocas.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105923184050384119' title=''/><author><name>Ines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11978666471296192833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511240.post-105923106569398732</id><published>2003-07-26T15:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-07-27T14:39:19.530+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Biografia</title><summary type='text'>AIMEE MANN O reconhecimento da crítica perante a carreira de Aimee Mann tem sido um processo gradual, cujo ponto alto aconteceu em 1999, quando o tema "Save Me", incluído na banda sonora do filme "Magnolia", foi nomeado para um Óscar da Academia. A cantora, que aos quatro anos de idade foi raptada pela mãe adoptiva e levada para a Europa, frequentou a Berklee School of Music, em Boston, até ao </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511240/posts/default/105923106569398732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511240/posts/default/105923106569398732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inocas.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105923106569398732' title='Biografia'/><author><name>Ines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11978666471296192833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511240.post-105915449197169019</id><published>2003-07-25T18:34:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-07-25T18:55:23.983+01:00</updated><title type='text'>As imagens que não aparecem na TV...</title><summary type='text'>...e deviam aparecer...São imagens que me chegaram hoje por e-mail. Infelizmente, por muito que tentasse, elas nunca vinham mais para cima e como sou " um bocadinho" burrita em computadores  e também não tenho muita pachorra para estar aqui o tempo todo...paciência!! Fica assim!      </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511240/posts/default/105915449197169019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511240/posts/default/105915449197169019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inocas.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105915449197169019' title='As imagens que não aparecem na TV...'/><author><name>Ines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11978666471296192833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511240.post-105913739758614881</id><published>2003-07-25T13:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-07-25T18:29:47.826+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>dhfuisdhfusdhuhfuh4whuhudhfjdshf</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511240/posts/default/105913739758614881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511240/posts/default/105913739758614881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inocas.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105913739758614881' title=''/><author><name>Ines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11978666471296192833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511240.post-105904151441656373</id><published>2003-07-24T11:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-07-24T11:15:06.456+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Um obrigada à Xobineski!</title><summary type='text'>O.K.Venho por meio deste post dar um muito obrigado à Xobineski Patruska que me teve a ajudar a pôr imagens, bonekinhos, tagboard e comments, a aprender a lidar com a porcaria dos códigos, enfim...muita coisa mesmo... se não fosse ela este blog era todo sem graça. Vocês chegavam aqui e só tinham vontade de  em cima de mim e /ou do meu blog....Bigada Xobineski** </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511240/posts/default/105904151441656373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511240/posts/default/105904151441656373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inocas.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105904151441656373' title='Um obrigada à Xobineski!'/><author><name>Ines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11978666471296192833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511240.post-105903809065985431</id><published>2003-07-24T10:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-07-24T12:07:50.850+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Uma musica do rei... </title><summary type='text'>Artista: Bob MarleyDisco: Legend Musica:  One Love/people get readyOne love, one heart Let's get together and feel all right Hear the children crying (One love) Hear the children crying (One heart) Sayin', "Give thanks and praise to the Lord and I will feel all right." Sayin', "Let's get together and feel all right." Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa Let them all pass all their dirty remarks (</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511240/posts/default/105903809065985431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511240/posts/default/105903809065985431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inocas.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105903809065985431' title='Uma musica do rei...&lt;img src=&quot;http://www.wam.umd.edu/~timothyl/icons/musicnote.gif&quot; border=&quot;0&quot;alt=&quot;lalla la lla&quot; &gt; '/><author><name>Ines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11978666471296192833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511240.post-105896975084755618</id><published>2003-07-23T15:15:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-07-23T15:30:39.910+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Através dos tempos...</title><summary type='text'> Antes DEPOIS</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511240/posts/default/105896975084755618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511240/posts/default/105896975084755618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inocas.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105896975084755618' title='Através dos tempos...'/><author><name>Ines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11978666471296192833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511240.post-105886144634528377</id><published>2003-07-22T09:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-07-23T10:57:10.263+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu só quero dormir...</title><summary type='text'>Ontem, Segunda-feira, dormi um bocado mal--pesadelos e assim-- e acordei montes de vezes a meio da noite...hoje não foram pesadelos....foi pior, muito pior!!...2.30 da manhã. Fecho o livro « Senhor do Anéis- Irmandade do Anel» porque estou a caír de sono.7.15 da manhã...acordo com a luz que começa a incidir na minha cara--persiana mal fechada-- ..um som baixinho de música ou de outra coisa </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511240/posts/default/105886144634528377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511240/posts/default/105886144634528377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inocas.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105886144634528377' title='Eu só quero dormir...'/><author><name>Ines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11978666471296192833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511240.post-105879347567127987</id><published>2003-07-21T14:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-07-21T14:33:17.090+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Receita de um filme de sucesso</title><summary type='text'>Parece que, segundo Sue Clayton, professora de cinema na Universidade de Londres, um filme para ser um sucesso de bilheteira tem de possuir sete ingredientes essenciais:1- 30% de acção2- 17% de comédia3- 13% o Bem contra o Mal4- 12% de amor, sexo e romance5- 10% de efeitos especiais6- 10% de conspiração7- 8% músicauma questão de estatística...:D</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511240/posts/default/105879347567127987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511240/posts/default/105879347567127987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inocas.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105879347567127987' title='&lt;strong&gt;Receita de um filme de sucesso&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Ines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11978666471296192833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511240.post-105873654045829288</id><published>2003-07-20T22:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-07-23T17:27:25.920+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Outro poema....SaudadeCaminhando um vulto solitário,sozinhocujos pés se arrastam pelo caminhovai em direcção ao porto.Vai sóbrio, gentil, rectode tronco perfeitamnte erectoUm espírito, porém, quase morto.Leva numa mão uma rosae na outra uma prosabonita e singela.Pintou, em sonhos, uma aguarela:vogava uma velha caravelacom uma bandeira branca à frentenum mar calmo e </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511240/posts/default/105873654045829288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511240/posts/default/105873654045829288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inocas.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105873654045829288' title=''/><author><name>Ines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11978666471296192833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511240.post-105863643610684128</id><published>2003-07-19T18:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-07-19T18:45:46.380+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Boa noiteDetesto dizer-te adeusporque assinala o fim do "agora"Filho da saudade e do beijonasce o desejo de te amar pela noite fora.Detesto dizer-te boa noiteporque só amanhã te vejoo coração grita que não!Duma forma veemente.Cala-se o coração:sonha com o teu beijoe adormece, finalmente.Boa noite.***Rui Araújo***&lt;------------------------------- hehehe. meu boyfriend!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511240/posts/default/105863643610684128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511240/posts/default/105863643610684128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inocas.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105863643610684128' title=''/><author><name>Ines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11978666471296192833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511240.post-105860954420248992</id><published>2003-07-19T11:12:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-07-19T11:12:24.250+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You represent... naivete.So innocent and trusting... you can be very shy attimes, but it's only because you're not surehow to act.  You give off that "I need tobe protected vibe."  Remember that not allpeople are good.  Being too trusting will getyou easily hurt. What feeling do you represent? brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511240/posts/default/105860954420248992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511240/posts/default/105860954420248992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inocas.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105860954420248992' title=''/><author><name>Ines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11978666471296192833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511240.post-105856789624919172</id><published>2003-07-18T23:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-07-18T23:38:33.863+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Which awesome David Lynch Movie are you? brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511240/posts/default/105856789624919172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511240/posts/default/105856789624919172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inocas.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105856789624919172' title=''/><author><name>Ines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11978666471296192833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511240.post-105854445184906107</id><published>2003-07-18T17:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-07-23T11:06:22.800+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>VILAR DE MOUROS:De 17 a 20 de JulhoPalco Sabor Autêntico18 DE JULHO: Guano Apes;H.I.M.;Sepultura;Planet Hemp19 DE JULHO: David Fonseca; Rufus Waineright; Balsted Mechanism; Los Planetas; Lenine20 DE JULHO: Public Enemy;Tricky; The Wailers;Tomahawk;MelvinsPalco Scout18 DE JULHO: Tendrils; More Than a Thousand; Spincity19 DE JULHO: Toranja; Garce; Kamikases20 DE JULHO: LF Cool; </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511240/posts/default/105854445184906107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511240/posts/default/105854445184906107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inocas.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105854445184906107' title=''/><author><name>Ines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11978666471296192833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511240.post-105853600409227268</id><published>2003-07-18T14:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-07-18T14:47:54.536+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ok...só em faltava mais esta...os meus queridos vizinhos lembraram-se outra vez de por música aos altos berros....se ao menos fosse música NORMAL...mas não, tem de ser daquelas " BOM BUM BOM....strik...strik.....BOMBUMBOM...clinclin-clinclin...BOM" estilo disco....ok...1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9-10AAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511240/posts/default/105853600409227268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511240/posts/default/105853600409227268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inocas.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105853600409227268' title=''/><author><name>Ines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11978666471296192833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5511240.post-105853552101657307</id><published>2003-07-18T14:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-07-18T14:38:40.920+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>AZAR AZAR AZAR....hoje é o meu dia de azar!!...enfim...é a vida...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511240/posts/default/105853552101657307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5511240/posts/default/105853552101657307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inocas.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105853552101657307' title=''/><author><name>Ines</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11978666471296192833</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
