<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9207808839923743519</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Tue, 24 Nov 2009 18:12:16 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>padmé's backyard</title><description>...this is how liberty dies..with thunderous applause...</description><link>http://padmebackyard.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (padmé)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>28</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9207808839923743519.post-5168100291545447037</guid><pubDate>Thu, 26 Jun 2008 22:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-06-26T23:44:45.280+01:00</atom:updated><title>Há coisas...</title><description>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Enquanto aguardo pelas notas dos exames a ver se it's a way to freedom ou para o estudo de Julho, fui ao meu baú de cd's e descobri coisas que nem me lembrava que tinha....uma das músicas que ainda gosto é a 'Aerials' dos System of a Down (é das mais calmas dos senhores, fica já o aviso à navegação!) e a minha mente transportou-me para uma ocasião da minha vida que aqui partilho:&lt;br /&gt;O Inverno/Primavera de 2001/2002 passei-o, além da faculdade, a trabalhar no Pingo Doce e no dia de Páscoa aquele supermercado rodou músicas que nunca nenhum gerente teria sonhado em pôr aos seus clientes e colaboradores...Visto ser feriado e não haver ninguém na loja (só algumas pessoas que foram ao pão quente e ainda tiveram o discernimento de dizer 'Ai coitados de vocês aqui no Domingo de Páscoa'...hello?? A senhora está cá dentro!!' mas adiante...) tivemos uma certa liberdade de escolha musical e revelo já aqui a toda a gente que o Pingo Doce Gondomar-1, pelo menos na altura em lá estive, usava leitor de cassetes! Ah pois! E nessa manhã de Domingo ouvi 19 vezes, sim 19 vezes!, a música in da altura que era 'A Bomba' ou 'La Bomba' ou lá como se chamava...o meu desespero era tanto que eu contei o número de vezes que aquilo passou...como tinha uma k7 antiguinha no meu cacifo com músicas calmas de Taproot, System of a Down, Tool, Deftones etc, resolvi tentar a minha sorte também...Eis que se fez história naquele supermercado e a minha música rodou grande parte da tarde! Oh yeah baby!! :D&lt;br /&gt;E o facto de eu mencionar a 'Aerials' foi por ter sido uma das músicas a passar. lol É verídico! Até um cliente dirigiu-se à minha pessoa e disse que nunca tinha ouvido daquele estilo de música no supermercado mas que até era agradável. E foi assim o meu Domingo de Páscoa de 2002 junto com os meus colegas de serviço naquele dia e terminamos o feriado a comer ovos de chocolate escondidos no armazém, que se haviam partido na frente-loja. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9207808839923743519-5168100291545447037?l=padmebackyard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://padmebackyard.blogspot.com/2008/06/h-coisas.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (padmé)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9207808839923743519.post-3198078017178828179</guid><pubDate>Fri, 13 Jun 2008 16:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-06-14T21:54:36.265+01:00</atom:updated><title>I Am Legend</title><description>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Não sou nada, o título é só para chatear.&lt;br /&gt;Para ultimar novidades....citando um caríssimo colega de blogs [croxdilfivico] "eu passei um dia inteiro em Chelas e sobrevivi", pois eu passei 2 dias e vivi para contar! Há muito muito tempo que esperava vê-los ao vivo e após três passagens por Portugal, este ano foi a minha vez e assisti a um brutal concerto de Metallica no Rock in Rio, no passado dia 5 de Junho. Senhores do dia do metal, em que a vigilância era tanta que até tive de abdicar do meu cinto para poder entrar...o mais curioso é que não tinha picos nem qua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;lquer tipo de saliência...era simplesmente preto. Mas tendo em conta as palavras do senhor agente "Ou deita isso fora ou então não sei como quer fazer", achei por bem ficar sem o cinto a perder os concertos.&lt;br /&gt;Moonspell começaram bem, mas pecaram por terem sido os primeiros e à luz do dia...os efeitos de luz foram para o tecto e havia de ter resultado melhor.  Apocalyptica foi 5 estrelas! Apesar de não se perceber patavina do inglês deles, deram um grande espectáculo (pena estar de dia também) e mostraram que violoncelos can kick some guitars' asses man! hehehe Anyway, depois veio uma coisa...que já não me lembrava de sofrer mas, daqueles sofrimentos em que tudo começa a meter um fastio...comecei a ter frio, fome, os meus companheiros de concerto mascavam pastilhas elásticas até à exaustão a ver se passava mais depressa! Machine Head, com todo o devido respeito, learn how to sing! Porque raaaaaaaa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;aaaaaaaaawwwwws e you fucking rule, you fuckers from this fucking awesome Portugal não anim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jSUp5f72NKQ/SFKhK6OWr1I/AAAAAAAAAHY/H3zR3MzTowQ/s1600-h/P7050058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jSUp5f72NKQ/SFKhK6OWr1I/AAAAAAAAAHY/H3zR3MzTowQ/s320/P7050058.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211404927621312338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;a assim muito a malta. A mim pelo menos....a única música que me recordo de eles terem tocado e bem foi uma cover dos Iron Maiden.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E depois vieram os Metallica e não tenho palavras para descrever...sei qu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;e volta e meia estava em bicos de pés, de braços esticados, telemóvel numa mão a ligar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;para quem não pode ir, máquina a filmar/fotografar na outra mão enquanto tentava acompanha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;r o headbanging do resto do pessoal. Se uma imagem vale mil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; palavras, a minha imagem da&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; noit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;e anda por aí neste post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dia 6 de Junho apresentava uma grande curiosidade: como soariam os Offspring após&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; tanto tempo escondidos? Antes deles tocaram os Orishas e os Kaiser Chiefs que eu não vi porque durante a tarde aterrei à leão e só acordei mais ao lusco-fusco. Mas vi Muse e foi um grande concerto, a malta a cantar e o recinto à pinha (100 mil pessoas!) mas foi curto, muito curto e nem a um encorezinho tivemos direito. De seguida então os reis Offspring que estão claramente em forma e com um álbum novo aí à porta! Começaram com a Bad Habit, passando pela All I Want e terminaram com a Self Esteem com toda a gente aos saltos e a cantar e continuam os mesmos Offspring característicos com a voz inconfundível do Holland a dizer volta e meia "Give it to them Noodles". Priceless! Para terminar vieram os Linkin Park, em que não percebi o mega assobio que o Mike Shinoda levou por usar um cachecol do FCP durante segundos...ok, percebi mas vamos fazer de conta que não. :P  Foram os senhores da noite porque aí sim estavam 100 mil pessoas a vê-los, a cantar, a saltar, a aplaudir. O repertório passou por todos os seus álbuns e o Chester tem realmente um vozeirão que altera como ele quer e bem lhe apetece e não desilude ninguém.Grande final com a One Step Closer e deste dia não tenho fotos decentes porque estava bastante mais longe e saiu tudo muito imperceptível. Deixo por aí um pouco da 'Pretty Fly (For a White Guy) dos Offspring em vídeo.&lt;br /&gt;Em jeito de remate, estes dois dias só vieram confirmar que somewhere i belong e é claramente no meio de um live concert. 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Por exemplo, a score do &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Batman Begins &lt;/span&gt;composta por Hans Zimmer &amp;amp; James Newton Howard tem faixas com nomes de tipos de morcegos. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que eu sou viciada em film scores já toda a gente sabe, que as colecciono religiosamente também. Tudo começou quando comecei a ir ao cinema e a prestar atenção não só ao filme em si mas também a ter as antenas ligadas à música, e depois horas mais tarde, a relembrar certas cenas por causa da música que tinha ouvido. E comecei a coleccionar essas partes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; orquestradas...já tinha a score do &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Piano&lt;/span&gt; composta por Michael Nyman, mas um dia uma grande amiga minha deu-me uma série delas de rompante: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Crow [Graeme Revell], The Hours [Philip Glass], The Last Samurai [Hans Zimmer]&lt;/span&gt; e muitas mais. Aí o gosto tornou-se selectivo e cada vez maior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De momento oiço a score dos &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Transformers&lt;/span&gt;, de Steve Jablonsky. É fantástica, transmite força, lealdade dos transformers aos seus protegidos, a força de Optimus Prime às suas "tropas" [aliás numa belíssima composição denominada 'Optimus'], passando pelos combates em que facilmente se visualiza em pensamento os transformers todos alinhados preparados para o combate [faixa 'Soccent Attack'].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E muitas outras sensações que as film scores transmitem...pelo menos para mim são uma forma de estar na vida, fazem-me sentir tudo ao pormenor e de diferentes formas, consoante a faixa que esteja a rodar. Fazem-me rir, chorar, saltar, e algumas até dançar! Sim, porque há scores muito boas que misturam a orquestra com a electrónica como é o caso da do filme &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Spy Game,&lt;/span&gt;composta por Harry Gregson-Williams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ao som dos meus fones, ou das minhas colunas out loud, um turbilhão de experiências trespassa este quarto cada vez que uma film score roda...regressa-se ao filme, a tudo aquilo que me apetecer sentir na  altura. Hurray for them, for keeping me going each single day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jSUp5f72NKQ/R2L5DdGhgdI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/4pyJtYzybFg/s1600-h/2007TS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jSUp5f72NKQ/R2L5DdGhgdI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/4pyJtYzybFg/s320/2007TS.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143947562157441490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E como referi mais em pormenor a score dos &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Transformers&lt;/span&gt;, fica aqui &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;a fro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;nt cover do cd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call me a geek, I answer with a wide open smile. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9207808839923743519-2814255445255718820?l=padmebackyard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://padmebackyard.blogspot.com/2007/12/theres-more-than-meets-eye.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (padmé)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jSUp5f72NKQ/R2L5DdGhgdI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/4pyJtYzybFg/s72-c/2007TS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9207808839923743519.post-4606726345822037615</guid><pubDate>Sat, 01 Dec 2007 00:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-12-01T00:35:57.110Z</atom:updated><title>Echoes, Silence, Pacience and Grace</title><description>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Foo Fighters&lt;/span&gt; com o seu novo álbum. Rockzinho que nos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jSUp5f72NKQ/R1Cr_oFDy7I/AAAAAAAAAHI/w80pAdzbCT8/s1600-R/foo+fighters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jSUp5f72NKQ/R1Cr_oFDy7I/AAAAAAAAAHI/iaYTVsLacD0/s320/foo+fighters.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138796284408482738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;ur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;ende, inícios q&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;ue n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;os remetem a pensar "ah aqui vem uma mais calma", mas eis que a meio u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;a guitarrada no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;s surpreende e faz abanar o esqueleto...e sabe bem! Grande álbum este! Já tin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;ha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; saudades deles assim! Sou, portanto, uma ouvinte satisfeita. :P Deixo aqui a letra da pri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;eira música do cd, "The Pretender", que nos cativa logo à primeira ouvidela...ao menos a mim cativou...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Pretender&lt;/span&gt;" - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Foo Fighters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Keep you in the dark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;You know they all pretend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Keep you in the dark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And so it all began&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Send in your skeletons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sing as their bones go marching in... again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The need you buried deep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The secrets that you keep are ever ready&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Are you ready?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm finished making sense&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Done pleading ignorance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That whole defense&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Spinning infinity, boy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The wheel is spinning me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's never-ending, never-ending&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Same old story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What if I say I'm not like the others?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What if I say I'm not just another one of your plays?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You're the pretender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What if I say that I'll never surrender?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What if I say I'm not like the others?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What if I say I'm not just another one of your plays?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You're the pretender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What if I say that I'll never surrender?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In time or so i'm told&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm just another soul for sale... oh, well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The page is out of print&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We are not permanent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We're temporary, temporary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Same old story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What if I say I'm not like the others?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What if I say I'm not just another one of your plays?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You're the pretender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What if I say that I'll never surrender?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What if I say I'm not like the others?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What if I say I'm not just another one of your plays?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You're the pretender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What if I say that I'll never surrender?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm the voice inside your head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You refuse to hear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm the face that you have to face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mirrored in your stare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm what's left, I'm what's right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm the enemy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm the hand that will take you down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bring you to your knees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So who are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yeah, who are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yeah, who are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yeah, who are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Keep you in the dark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You know they all pretend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What if I say I'm not like the others?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What if I say I'm not just another one of your plays?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You're the pretender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What if I say that I'll never surrender?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What if I say I'm not like the others?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What if I say I'm not just another one of your plays?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You're the pretender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What if I say that I'll never surrender?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What if I say I'm not like the others?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Keep you in the dark)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What if I say I'm not just another one of your plays?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(You know they all... pretend)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You're the pretender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What if I say that I'll never surrender?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What if I say I'm not like the others?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Keep you in the dark)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What if I say I'm not just another one of your plays?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(You know they all... pretend)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You're the pretender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What if I say that I'll never surrender?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So who are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yeah, who are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yeah, who are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9207808839923743519-4606726345822037615?l=padmebackyard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://padmebackyard.blogspot.com/2007/12/echoes-silence-pacience-and-grace.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (padmé)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jSUp5f72NKQ/R1Cr_oFDy7I/AAAAAAAAAHI/iaYTVsLacD0/s72-c/foo+fighters.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9207808839923743519.post-4600700684460205580</guid><pubDate>Tue, 27 Nov 2007 11:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-11-27T11:57:00.781Z</atom:updated><title>Drive...</title><description>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;No passado domingo, eu e mais quatro caram&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;elos decidimos ir dar um giro até à Mealhada em busca de cartões de casas de leitões para um trabalho de uma das caramelas :P Saímos da Invicta por volta do meio-dia e tal (temos desculpa, era domingo!) e rumamos por essa estrada fora...rapidamente chegamos ao sítio proposto...coleccionamos uns quantos cartões dos ditos animais no espeto, ainda provamos uma bela de uma sandoxa da iguaria e depois queríamos era passear mais....Olha-se para o mapa e decide-se visitar a Serra do Caram&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ulo, coisa que nenhum de nós tinha ido por isso o plano era bom...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jSUp5f72NKQ/R0wAS1lrTEI/AAAAAAAAAGo/kM8anvcTldg/s1600-h/bu%C3%A7aco.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jSUp5f72NKQ/R0wAS1lrTEI/AAAAAAAAAGo/kM8anvcTldg/s320/bu%C3%A7aco.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137481598545644610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mas voltinha atrás de voltinha fomos parar à Serra do Buçaco, o que p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;r acaso foi uma boa surpresa (pena &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;o gelo que se fazia sentir) que aquilo lá é bem bonito &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;e tem uns palacetes que, para quem mora na cidade, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;às vezes não&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; tem noção das belezas que o &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;nosso próprio país demonstra.&lt;br /&gt;Depois então, tentámos (e aqui o tentar é para ser valorizado!) ir para o Caramulo, lá encontrámos o caminho certo pela estrada nacional, mais rotunda, menos rotunda, mais plaquinha, menos plaquinha, passamos por um jogo de futebol Anadia FC vs outro clube de nome curioso que agora não me recordo, ma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;s foi p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ena porque chegamos mesmo no final da partida e já só vimos os senhores treinadores de bancada a discutir os lances mais polémicos.&lt;br /&gt;Voltados à estrada correcta, chegámos ao sítio certo e até já víamos aquilo que nos parecia ser a serra e de facto já estávamos a subir im&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;enso...mas eis que a tarde solarenga rende muito pouco e então a noite começou a cair e nós ainda metidos nas subidas atrás do Caramulo...de vez em quando as plaquinhas surgiram mas desapareciam tão rapidamente que com os&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; vários cruzamentos era difícil decidir o melhor caminho a seguir. Noite escura, uma gigantesca lua que nos acompanhava por entre as árvores e os imensos galhos no chão numa tentativa de derrubar o texugo, mas ele aguentou-se firme e fomos parar perto de uma v&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;entoínha já na serra do Caramulo. E as ventoínhas fazem sempre parte das nossas viagens, tornou-se um hábito talvez...Estar perto de uma ventoính&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;a, com ventinho a soprar, de noite, parecia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;que as enormes pás queriam rasgar o céu estrelado e no entanto, parecia que todo o mundo tinha parado ali, porque a sensação de tranquilidade e liberdade era de tal modo grande que se não fosse o frio que se fazia sentir, era menina para ficar ali mais um bocadinho...Só me apetecia citar uma das minhas músicas favoritas ao ouvido do condutor e dizer "drive...i don't care where just far...away..".&lt;br /&gt;E descemos por fim, tentando descobrir o caminho para o Porto, por entre curvas e contra-curvas, chegamos a Águeda onde jant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;amos uma pizza a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jSUp5f72NKQ/R0wD7llrTGI/AAAAAAAAAG4/ZMUWEiKYfAM/s1600-h/sol.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jSUp5f72NKQ/R0wD7llrTGI/AAAAAAAAAG4/ZMUWEiKYfAM/s320/sol.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137485597160197218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;cabadinha de sair do forno e voltamos à Invicta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Estar no meio da natureza e poder assimilar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;tudo o que ela no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;s d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;á num turbilhão de cheiros e cores e sons.&lt;br /&gt;All is full of love...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9207808839923743519-4600700684460205580?l=padmebackyard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://padmebackyard.blogspot.com/2007/11/drive.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (padmé)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jSUp5f72NKQ/R0wAS1lrTEI/AAAAAAAAAGo/kM8anvcTldg/s72-c/bu%C3%A7aco.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9207808839923743519.post-7323943117923405928</guid><pubDate>Wed, 08 Aug 2007 19:26:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-08-08T20:27:07.478+01:00</atom:updated><title>Coach Carter :)</title><description>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;   ..our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us. We are all meant to shine as children do. Is not just in some of us, it's in everyone. And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberating from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9207808839923743519-7323943117923405928?l=padmebackyard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://padmebackyard.blogspot.com/2007/08/coach-carter.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (padmé)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9207808839923743519.post-1624508871963003628</guid><pubDate>Tue, 17 Jul 2007 19:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-07-17T20:32:21.162+01:00</atom:updated><title>The silence and the fury</title><description>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;A really good friend of mine shared this with me, and now I want to share it also...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" align="justify"&gt;«People don't know how to love. They bite  rather than kiss. They slap rather than stroke. Maybe it's because they  recognize how easy it is for love to go bad, to become suddenly impossible...  unworkable, an exercise of futility. So they avoid it and seek solace in angst,  and fear, and aggression, which are always there and readily available. Or maybe  sometimes... they just don't have all the facts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anger and resentment can  stop you in your tracks. That's what I know now. It needs nothing to burn but  the air and the life that it swallows and smothers. It's real, though - the  fury, even when it isn't. It can change you... turn you... mold you and shape  you into something you're not. The only upside to anger, then... is the person  you become. Hopefully someone that wakes up one day and realizes they're not  afraid to take the journey, someone that knows that the truth is, at best, a  partially told story. That anger, like growth, comes in spurts and fits, and in  its wake, leaves a new chance at acceptance, and the promise of calm. Then  again, what do I know?! I'm only a child.»&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[end narration from the movie 'The Upside of Anger']&lt;script&gt;&lt;!-- D(["mb","\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/div\&gt;\n\u003cdiv align\u003d\"justify\"\&gt;\u003cfont face\u003d\"Arial\"\&gt;\u003c/font\&gt; \u003c/div\&gt;\n\u003cdiv align\u003d\"justify\"\&gt;\u003cfont face\u003d\"Arial\"\&gt;Beijos cósmicos, \nana\u003c/font\&gt;\u003c/div\&gt;\u003c/div\&gt;\n",0] ); D(["ce"]);  //--&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9207808839923743519-1624508871963003628?l=padmebackyard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://padmebackyard.blogspot.com/2007/07/silence-and-fury.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (padmé)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9207808839923743519.post-430497289650865904</guid><pubDate>Sat, 14 Jul 2007 13:26:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-07-14T14:34:31.674+01:00</atom:updated><title>Be quiet and drive</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jSUp5f72NKQ/RpjP1o-IQrI/AAAAAAAAAGg/jZXs96vPPS0/s1600-h/be+quiet+and+drive.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jSUp5f72NKQ/RpjP1o-IQrI/AAAAAAAAAGg/jZXs96vPPS0/s320/be+quiet+and+drive.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087044299552998066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;This town don't feel mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm fast to get away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I dressed you in her clothes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now drive me far - away, away, away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels good to know your mine&lt;br /&gt;Now drive me far - away, away, away&lt;br /&gt;FAR away&lt;br /&gt;I dont care where just FAR - away&lt;br /&gt;And I dont care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAR - away&lt;br /&gt;And I dont care where just FAR - away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Deftones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9207808839923743519-430497289650865904?l=padmebackyard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://padmebackyard.blogspot.com/2007/07/be-quiet-and-drive.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (padmé)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jSUp5f72NKQ/RpjP1o-IQrI/AAAAAAAAAGg/jZXs96vPPS0/s72-c/be+quiet+and+drive.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9207808839923743519.post-456909968339220677</guid><pubDate>Tue, 22 May 2007 15:40:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-05-22T17:28:51.486+01:00</atom:updated><title>Road Trip</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jSUp5f72NKQ/RlMWAHYXrMI/AAAAAAAAAFg/Pa2Rhni1-0Q/s1600-h/P1012108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jSUp5f72NKQ/RlMWAHYXrMI/AAAAAAAAAFg/Pa2Rhni1-0Q/s320/P1012108.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067418196959014082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sábado, 19 de Maio&lt;br /&gt;Partida: 12h30 de "Gondar" em direcção a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; who knows where.&lt;br /&gt;Por essa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; estrada fora, fomos rumo a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Valpaços com paragem a meio para uns morfes que enganaram o estômago e o mais curioso é que ninguém estava particularmente com fome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;15h e muitos minutos: Tudo que era digno de plaquinha informativa com "Paisagens" ou "Ruínas Romanas" ou ainda "Parque Florestal" nós í&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;amos ver o que havia para descobrir...e numa dessas paragens encontramos um amontoado de árvores simplesmente lindas, que me fizeram sentir qual um Hobbit no seu Shire (com a excepção de não ter os pés grandes nem peludos), parecia mesmo uma imagem pitoresca de uma cena medieval. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;17h, mais coisa menos coisa: As ventoinhas eólicas! Mother of God que aquilo ao vivo e bem perto é gigantesco! Tem o seu ar mesmo imponente e então com o céu preparado para chover e já com trovoada a soar, damn...what a view and what a feeling!&lt;br /&gt;E ao virmos embora, fascinados com as ventoinhas, eis que fomos atacados por uma chuva de granizo...perdão, senhor granizo porque nunca na vida tinha visto granizo daquele tamanho e levar com aquilo na tola é coi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;sa para,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jSUp5f72NKQ/RlMYC3YXrRI/AAAAAAAAAGI/hWrkCPnHOwg/s1600-h/P1012134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jSUp5f72NKQ/RlMYC3YXrRI/AAAAAAAAAGI/hWrkCPnHOwg/s320/P1012134.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067420443226909970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; no mínimo, aleijar. Carro para &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;a frente, carro para trás na tentativa de o resguardar o mais possível debaixo das árvores porque o senhor granizo não estava para brincadeiras.&lt;br /&gt;A tempestade acalmou e nós rumamos em direcção a Valpaços onde pelo meio do caminho ainda estabelecemos contactos com uma manada catita e curiosa e sem qualquer complexo de descarregar as suas necessidades fisiológicas para qualque&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;r espectador assistir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19h e pico: Vidago e descoberta de um hotel enorme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; e abandonado após ter sofrido um incêndio. Sujeitos a levar com uma trave de madeira na tes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jSUp5f72NKQ/RlMY2XYXrSI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/y9zCPtjYNls/s1600-h/DSC08519.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jSUp5f72NKQ/RlMY2XYXrSI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/y9zCPtjYNls/s320/DSC08519.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067421327990172962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ta, entrámos e realmente o hotel era enorme e é pena estar assim destruído porque a fachada é lindíssima e aquilo restaurado ficaria um mimo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21h e afins: Chegada ao Porto. E curiosamente ninguém continuava com muita fome, mas estávamos todos felizes pelo passeio :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Os meus companheiros de viagem, se quiserem e acharem por bem, acrescentem pormenores que me possam ter escapado neste breve resumo. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jSUp5f72NKQ/RlMaInYXrTI/AAAAAAAAAGY/ibVFeWM8eCU/s1600-h/P5190021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jSUp5f72NKQ/RlMaInYXrTI/AAAAAAAAAGY/ibVFeWM8eCU/s320/P5190021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067422741034413362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E deixo por aí fotos do Shire, das ventoinhas, do hotel e dos road tripianos ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9207808839923743519-456909968339220677?l=padmebackyard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://padmebackyard.blogspot.com/2007/05/road-trip.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (padmé)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jSUp5f72NKQ/RlMWAHYXrMI/AAAAAAAAAFg/Pa2Rhni1-0Q/s72-c/P1012108.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9207808839923743519.post-1001385737627203285</guid><pubDate>Thu, 10 May 2007 12:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-05-10T13:37:52.753+01:00</atom:updated><title>No comments needed...</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jSUp5f72NKQ/RkMSFrV29VI/AAAAAAAAAFY/VCHbDAa_j30/s1600-h/014_music.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jSUp5f72NKQ/RkMSFrV29VI/AAAAAAAAAFY/VCHbDAa_j30/s320/014_music.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062910294837622098" 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/9207808839923743519-1001385737627203285?l=padmebackyard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://padmebackyard.blogspot.com/2007/05/no-comments-needed.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (padmé)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jSUp5f72NKQ/RkMSFrV29VI/AAAAAAAAAFY/VCHbDAa_j30/s72-c/014_music.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9207808839923743519.post-1389526597288971419</guid><pubDate>Wed, 09 May 2007 18:04:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-05-09T19:08:59.462+01:00</atom:updated><title>Here's to Life!</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jSUp5f72NKQ/RkIOMbV29UI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/Ilq0Doeq6Gk/s1600-h/selfbaby01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jSUp5f72NKQ/RkIOMbV29UI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/Ilq0Doeq6Gk/s320/selfbaby01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062624537778517314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Um pequeno post para uma grande novidade...A nossa Juliana, a nossa chefa vai ser mamã!! YAY!! :D Aquela criança vai ser cá uma moca, com os pais que tem! Mwahahaha! :p Parabéns à Ju e ao pai Pedro também! You Rock e tenho a certeza que vão ser one big happy family e o/a miúdo/a já nasce com duas excelentes qualidades: portista e fã de BZ! :D Here's to life...:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9207808839923743519-1389526597288971419?l=padmebackyard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://padmebackyard.blogspot.com/2007/05/heres-to-life.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (padmé)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jSUp5f72NKQ/RkIOMbV29UI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/Ilq0Doeq6Gk/s72-c/selfbaby01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9207808839923743519.post-6106954875712200987</guid><pubDate>Sun, 08 Apr 2007 17:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-04-08T18:42:26.280+01:00</atom:updated><title>Dress Code...?</title><description>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's something that causes confusion...dress codes. Ok, I'm not a sort of rebel that doesn't accept a business man in a company wearing a suit, or a bride wearing a formal dress, or people caring a bit for their image. I just don't understand when that becomes fanatism, and perhaps when that makes people label each other. I understand that looking good is nice and even healthy but why does society establishes so many rules and so many of them unnecessary about clothing? Why must we attend a weading, a job interview for a company without sneakers? Why must we use a certain kind of clothes when we're 20's and another when we're 30's? I'm I not a grown-up unless I wear high heels? If I'm 24 and my regular dress code is jeans, a t-shirt and sneakers, does that make me not a woman, am I still a kid and for that I'm I not supposed to be respected as a mature person? Am I not a good doctor, engineer, teacher, (translator!haha) unless I dress like society is expecting me to? Then why are designers, artists, musicians able to dress like they want to and are not (much) criticised for it?&lt;br /&gt;Well, maybe I should be a musician or remain forever a kid :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9207808839923743519-6106954875712200987?l=padmebackyard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://padmebackyard.blogspot.com/2007/04/dress-code.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (padmé)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9207808839923743519.post-8941932591311693272</guid><pubDate>Tue, 03 Apr 2007 23:54:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-04-04T01:08:03.201+01:00</atom:updated><title>Hymn to Friendship</title><description>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;...because friends are the best we have.They share our joys, our insanities, our sorrows, our hysterical moments and they always stay around. They can be apart for so many days and yet they still know that they can count on each other no matter what time brings. And not diminishing the importance of my other friends, because I really love you and need you all so much!...here, today, I want to say that I miss you particularly...our jabardations, our conversations..to you today I dedicate this song because it's so full of magic, the song and the book that stands behind the movie...You I miss. And to you goes  "Eloi" - Klaus Badelt [The Time Machine] **&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9207808839923743519-8941932591311693272?l=padmebackyard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://padmebackyard.blogspot.com/2007/04/hymn-to-friendship.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (padmé)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9207808839923743519.post-3950368113955275672</guid><pubDate>Fri, 09 Mar 2007 21:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-03-09T23:21:01.955Z</atom:updated><title>Evento 13 [BZ]</title><description>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ontem os Blind Zero comemoraram os seus 13 anos de banda com 13 concertos num só dia no Porto, Coimbra e Lisboa. Criaram um passatempo para fãs os acompanharem nesta jornada e eu fui uma das felizardas. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8h: Partida da Univ. Católica no Porto (após eu ter desempenhado uma corrida desenfreada pela Boavista fora para chegar a horas!E um sr. jornalista da Antena 1 que insistia que eu estava com cara de sono...nah era só impressão sua...:p). Muito bom reencontrar caras familiares, ver novas caras, os músicos estavam expectantes e a ansiedade aumentava. Subida da Av. da Boavista com o percalço de um semáforo que teimava em não se afastar. lol Os olhares admirados de peões, gente nas janelas dos escritórios, das casas. Chegada à Casa da Música, e um bom concerto com a &lt;a href="http://videos.sapo.pt/jKfuzEB6DoD2J2AI96F7"&gt;coreografia de duas senhoras&lt;/a&gt; lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12h30: Chegada a Coimbra debaixo de muito sol! (Sim, o Nuxo confessou ter andado a controlar as previsões meteorológicas há imenso tempo lol) Outro grande concerto na Praça da República, com muita gente e muita animação. Prosseguimos para mais um concerto em Coimbra A e muitas entrevistas à mistura.(Eu e a Ju não podiamos fazer um movimento de apreço às músicas que já tinhamos objectivas apontadas lolol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18h: Chegada a Lisboa,toda a gente com olhinhos de ter tirado uma soneca após almoço :p Grande momento nos Restauradores, e depois o camião saiu disparado até ao Terreiro do Paço e lá tivémos nós de ir, a passadas largas e rápidas, atrás deles. Concerto final no Terreiro do Paço (a versão acústica da Sad Empire é...*shivers*...) e depois ainda mais uma entrevistazinha para a Comercial e o "balanço final" para a equipa do Expresso (que diga-se foram hiper profissionais) e para rematar jantar no Largo do Rato (salvo erro..) com todo o pessoal, se bem que a malta que regressava ao Porto teve de devorar a comida porque o sr motorista do autocarro disse que arrancava às 23h, com ou sem passageiros (..porque supostamente o Sr. Cunha já devia estar no Porto às 0h e ia levar nas orelhas da Sra. Cunha..).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3h20: Chegada ao Porto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muito obrigada aos BZ pela oportunidade, obrigada à organização pelo acolhimento, obrigada a toda a malta que me acompanhou no autocarro (Ju, Joana, João, demais fãs, os músicos, os jornalistas, os camera men, &lt;a href="http://videos.sapo.pt/9LZoYIjWEk1VurAtC35Z"&gt;os sapos&lt;/a&gt;!!) que proporcionaram um dia inesquecível :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E há fotos &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/74988468@N00/"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shine On! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9207808839923743519-3950368113955275672?l=padmebackyard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://padmebackyard.blogspot.com/2007/03/evento-13-bz.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (padmé)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9207808839923743519.post-230185270328765718</guid><pubDate>Mon, 12 Feb 2007 20:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-02-12T13:56:58.526Z</atom:updated><title>Dedicatória</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jSUp5f72NKQ/RdDLOle8egI/AAAAAAAAAEw/YrqAkh7KUOM/s1600-h/pic+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jSUp5f72NKQ/RdDLOle8egI/AAAAAAAAAEw/YrqAkh7KUOM/s320/pic+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030744235213355522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Para todos os meus amigos que trabalham na PT: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9207808839923743519-230185270328765718?l=padmebackyard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://padmebackyard.blogspot.com/2007/02/dedicatria.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (padmé)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jSUp5f72NKQ/RdDLOle8egI/AAAAAAAAAEw/YrqAkh7KUOM/s72-c/pic+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9207808839923743519.post-6256983677497543451</guid><pubDate>Thu, 08 Feb 2007 11:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-02-08T11:46:22.979Z</atom:updated><title>Aí está o Fantas</title><description>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Falta menos de um mês para mais um Fantasporto. Pelo cartaz parece-me que este ano apostam imenso na animação e aquela enchente da Retrospectiva dos Super-Heróis..i so gotta see most of those films again :D&lt;br /&gt;Assim de olhadela ao cartaz tinha muita curiosidade em ver "El Laberinto del Fauno" de Guillermo del Toro, "Paprika" de Satoshi Kon, "Severance" de Christopher Smith e "The Fountain" de Darren Aronofsky. Ah havia era de existir um free pass para gente viciada em cinema :)&lt;br /&gt;Aqui fica o cartaz para consulta: &lt;a href="http://www.fantasporto.online.pt/3012.htm"&gt;FantasPorto '07&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9207808839923743519-6256983677497543451?l=padmebackyard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://padmebackyard.blogspot.com/2007/02/est-o-fantas.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (padmé)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9207808839923743519.post-3371942445561020503</guid><pubDate>Thu, 01 Feb 2007 23:34:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-02-01T23:40:23.956Z</atom:updated><title>Kenji</title><description>"My father came from Japan in 1905&lt;br /&gt;He was 15 when he immigrated from Japan&lt;br /&gt;He worked until he was able to buy - to actually build a store&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you the story in the form of a dream,&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I have to tell it but I know what it means,&lt;br /&gt;Close your eyes, just picture the scene,&lt;br /&gt;As I paint it for you, it was World War II,&lt;br /&gt;When this man named Kenji woke up,&lt;br /&gt;Ken was not a soldier,&lt;br /&gt;He was just a man with a family who owned a store in LA,&lt;br /&gt;That day, he crawled out of bed like he always did,&lt;br /&gt;Bacon and eggs with wife and kids,&lt;br /&gt;He lived on the second floor of a little store he ran,&lt;br /&gt;He moved to LA from Japan,&lt;br /&gt;They called him 'Immigrant,'&lt;br /&gt;In Japanese, he'd say he was called "Issei,"&lt;br /&gt;That meant 'First Generation In The United States,'&lt;br /&gt;When everyone was afraid of the Germans, afraid of the Japs,&lt;br /&gt;But most of all afraid of a homeland attack,&lt;br /&gt;And that morning when Ken went out on the doormat,&lt;br /&gt;His world went black 'cause,&lt;br /&gt;Right there; front page news,&lt;br /&gt;Three weeks before 1942,&lt;br /&gt;"Pearl Harbour's Been Bombed And The Japs Are Comin',"&lt;br /&gt;Pictures of soldiers dyin' and runnin',&lt;br /&gt;Ken knew what it would lead to,&lt;br /&gt;Just like he guessed, the President said,&lt;br /&gt;"The evil Japanese in our home country will be locked away,"&lt;br /&gt;They gave Ken, a couple of days,&lt;br /&gt;To get his whole life packed in two bags,&lt;br /&gt;Just two bags, couldn't even pack his clothes,&lt;br /&gt;Some folks didn't even have a suitcase, to pack anything in,&lt;br /&gt;So two trash bags is all they gave them,&lt;br /&gt;When the kids asked mom "Where are we goin'?"&lt;br /&gt;Nobody even knew what to say to them,&lt;br /&gt;Ken didn't wanna lie, he said "The US is lookin' for spies,&lt;br /&gt;So we have to live in a place called Manzanar,&lt;br /&gt;Where a lot of Japanese people are,"&lt;br /&gt;Stop it don't look at the gunmen,&lt;br /&gt;You don't wanna get the soldiers wonderin',&lt;br /&gt;If you gonna run or not,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause if you run then you might get shot,&lt;br /&gt;Other than that try not to think about it,&lt;br /&gt;Try not to worry 'bout it; bein' so crowded,&lt;br /&gt;Someday we'll get out, someday, someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as war broke out&lt;br /&gt;The F.B.I. came and they just come to the house and&lt;br /&gt;"You have to come"&lt;br /&gt;"All the Japanese have to go"&lt;br /&gt;They took Mr. Ni&lt;br /&gt;People didn't understand&lt;br /&gt;Why did they have to take him?&lt;br /&gt;Because he's an innocent laborer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now they're in a town with soldiers surroundin' them,&lt;br /&gt;Every day, every night look down at them,&lt;br /&gt;From watch towers up on the wall,&lt;br /&gt;Ken couldn't really hate them at all;&lt;br /&gt;They were just doin' their job and,&lt;br /&gt;He wasn't gonna make any problems,&lt;br /&gt;He had a little garden with vegetables and fruits that,&lt;br /&gt;He gave to the troops in a basket his wife made,&lt;br /&gt;But in the back of his mind, he wanted his families life saved,&lt;br /&gt;Prisoners of war in their own damn country,&lt;br /&gt;What for?&lt;br /&gt;Time passed in the prison town,&lt;br /&gt;He wanted them to live it down when they were free,&lt;br /&gt;The only way out was joinin' the army,&lt;br /&gt;And supposedly, some men went out for the army, signed on,&lt;br /&gt;And ended up flyin' to Japan with a bomb,&lt;br /&gt;That 15 kilotonne blast, put an end to the war pretty fast,&lt;br /&gt;Two cities were blown to bits; the end of the war came quick,&lt;br /&gt;Ken got out, big hopes of a normal life, with his kids and his wife,&lt;br /&gt;But, when they got back to their home,&lt;br /&gt;What they saw made them feel so alone,&lt;br /&gt;These people had trashed every room,&lt;br /&gt;Smashed in the windows and bashed in the doors,&lt;br /&gt;Written on the walls and the floor,&lt;br /&gt;"Japs not welcome anymore."&lt;br /&gt;And Kenji dropped both of his bags at his sides and just stood outside,&lt;br /&gt;He, looked at his wife without words to say,&lt;br /&gt;She looked back at him wiping tears away,&lt;br /&gt;And, said "Someday we'll be okay, someday,"&lt;br /&gt;Now the names have been changed, but the story's true,&lt;br /&gt;My family was locked up back in '42,&lt;br /&gt;My family was there it was dark and damp,&lt;br /&gt;And they called it an internment camp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we first got back from camp... uhh&lt;br /&gt;It was... pretty... pretty bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, I remember my husband said&lt;br /&gt;"Are we gonna stay 'til last?"&lt;br /&gt;Then my husband died before they close the camp."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9207808839923743519-3371942445561020503?l=padmebackyard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://padmebackyard.blogspot.com/2007/02/kenji.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (padmé)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9207808839923743519.post-764026714437955843</guid><pubDate>Fri, 26 Jan 2007 15:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-01-26T16:11:10.728Z</atom:updated><title>The Oscars</title><description>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E aí vem mais uma noite dos Óscares... os gostos da Academia não costumam condizer muito com os meus, se bem que o ano passado, o filme que mais gostei do ano acabou por ter nomeação e ganhar, which was a plus..Este ano, evidentemente faltam filmes meus favoritos como o V for Vendetta, e o Superman Returns mas a Academia nunca os iria nomear, por isso está lá o Babel, que eu gostei mesmo muito!&lt;br /&gt;Agora assunto que realmente me aborrece são as nomeações para as film scores...como não nomear a do Superman Returns pelo &lt;/span&gt; John Ottman e a do Da Vinci Code pelo Hans Zimmer? Ok, que The Da Vinci Code, o filme, não seja a melhor coisa do mundo, mas a score do Zimmer...*shivers* está brutal! Com todo o respeito pelo Babel, o filme, a score conta com três grandes músicas do Ryuichi Sakamoto e uma do Gustavo Santaolalla e mais não se tira...&lt;br /&gt;Enfim, a ver no que isto vai dar.&lt;br /&gt;And the nominees are:&lt;br /&gt;http://www.oscar.com/nominees/?pn=list&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9207808839923743519-764026714437955843?l=padmebackyard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://padmebackyard.blogspot.com/2007/01/oscars.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (padmé)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9207808839923743519.post-3524144441311155061</guid><pubDate>Sun, 14 Jan 2007 13:46:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-01-14T20:35:00.793Z</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Andava eu a cuskar o blog da &lt;a href="http://www.introspectively.blogspot.com/"&gt;Bárbara&lt;/a&gt; e deparei-me com este joguinho e decidi fazer também (não que acredite muito pois de tantas músicas que estão no media player eventualmente todas passam, mas vamos lá ver no que dá..):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Go to your m&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;usic player of choice and put it on shuffle. Say the following questions aloud, and press play. Use the song titles that come up to answer each question.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;_&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;How does the world see me? "Moscow Wind Up" - John Powell (The Bourne Supremacy)&lt;br /&gt; [hmmm..interesting enough..]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;_&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Will I have a happy life? "Anedota" - SuperNada [lol]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;_&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What do people really think of me? "Razor" - Foo Fighters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;_&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Do people secretly lust after me? "Why can´t I be you?" - The Cure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;_&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;How can I make myself happy? "Hit that" - The Offspring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;_&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What should I do with my life? "Stirb nicht vor mir // Don't Die Before I Do Feat. Sharleen Spiteri" - Rammstein  [ok....]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;_&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Will I ever have children? "Let's go to bed"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; - The Cure  [lololol]&lt;br /&gt;_&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What is some good advice for me? "Me and My Friend Moonquake" - Dead Combo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;_&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What do I think my current theme song is? "Feel Good Inc." - Gorillaz [yeah..:) ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;_&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What does everyone else think my current theme song is? "These Walls" - Dream Theater&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;_&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What song will play at my funeral? "Eléctrica Cadente" - Dead Combo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;_&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What type of men do you like? "The Great Hall" - John Williams (Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone)   [Hmm..]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;_&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What is my day going to be like? "Myotis" - Hans Zimmer and James Newton Howard (Batman Begins)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;_&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Why am I here? "Sober" - Tool  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;_&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What will people remember me for? "O Menino, O Vento e o Mar" - Dead Combo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;_&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What song will I get stuck in my head tomorrow? "What If?" - Klaus Badelt (The Time Machine)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;_&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Are there people outside waiting to take me away? "The Noose" - A Perfect Circle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;_&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What will this year be all about? "Rua das chagas" - Dead Combo  [oh diacho...]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;_&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What song will be played on my wedding? "Vingiti Tres" - Tool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;_&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;For what would I kill someone? "Genocide" - The Offspring  [haha beware :p]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;_&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What is the most precious in my room? "A Severa (ver de perto)" - Linda Martini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;_&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;With what song I'm felling asleep? "Lady 666" - Dapunksportif  [think not lol]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;_&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;With what song I'm gonna lose/ I lost my virginity? "Beyond this life" - Dream Theater  [you will never know haha]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;_&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What will be my last thought before I die? "Intension" - Tool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;_&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What is the best song to describe my school mates? "Rosetta Stoned" - Tool  [LOL well not the school mates but definitely members of the school..]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;_&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I feel so... "My Sweet Prince" - Placebo  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;_&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Best song to describe my hidden sexuality? "The Fragile" - Nine Inch Nails  [cute...:p]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;_&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Of what am I afraid? "El Mañana" - Gorillaz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;_&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My favourite quote: "Operation Dinner Out" - Harry Gregson-Williams (Spy Game)  [YAY!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;_&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I like to... "Simple Man" - Deftones  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;_&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I wanna... "Best of You" - Foo Fighters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;_&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;me... "O Frio" - Bizarra Locomotiva  [hey! até sou uma pessoa amistosa!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E pronto, podia realmente ter-me dado para pior.&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9207808839923743519-3524144441311155061?l=padmebackyard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://padmebackyard.blogspot.com/2007/01/andava-eu-cuskar-o-blog-da-brbara-e.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (padmé)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9207808839923743519.post-6475091769690484603</guid><pubDate>Sun, 31 Dec 2006 18:02:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-01-01T14:55:45.000Z</atom:updated><title>Counting down...</title><description>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So here I am at the end of another year, at the end of 2006...how to sum it all up...Perhaps the main lesson was the learning of letting go. Yes, indeed that was the biggest lesson of the year, the letting go of many things that were truly important but that weren't making any sense at all, they had their moment and now it was time to leave.Maybe top moments were meeting the girls (they know who they are and YOU ROCK!), the adventure of SBSR, of travelling to Furadouro (haha! :p) and most of all of having fun of life just for the pleasure of it. The moments of darkness were mainly my fault so it's time to learn from them and just enjoy myself.(And I think I just made a New Year's Resolution!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A big THANK YOU to my friends, the ones who are always there no matter what,and here's to 2007, a new phase with new energies and many things to discover. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Film scoring is an important part of my world, and it is a bit more fulfilled now with Michael Nyman, thank you :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9207808839923743519-6475091769690484603?l=padmebackyard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://padmebackyard.blogspot.com/2006/12/counting-down.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (padmé)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9207808839923743519.post-8315284964664374099</guid><pubDate>Fri, 22 Dec 2006 10:58:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-12-22T11:13:08.362Z</atom:updated><title>Right where it belongs</title><description>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Right where it belongs&lt;/span&gt;' - &lt;span&gt;Nine Inch Nails&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the animal in this cage that you built&lt;br /&gt;Are you sure what side you're on?&lt;br /&gt;Better not look him too closely in the eye,&lt;br /&gt;Are you sure what side of the glass you are on?&lt;br /&gt;See the safety of the life you have built,&lt;br /&gt;Everything where it belongs,&lt;br /&gt;Feel the hollowness inside of your heart,&lt;br /&gt;And it's all...right where it belongs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if everything around you,&lt;br /&gt;Isn't quite as it seems?&lt;br /&gt;What if all the world you used to know,&lt;br /&gt;Is an elaborate dream?&lt;br /&gt;And if you look at your reflection,&lt;br /&gt;Is it all you want it to be?&lt;br /&gt;What if you look right through the cracks,&lt;br /&gt;Would you find yourself...find yourself afraid to see?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if all the world's inside of your head?&lt;br /&gt;Just creations of your own,&lt;br /&gt; Your devils and your gods, all the living and the dead&lt;br /&gt; And you're really all alone&lt;br /&gt;You can live in this illusion,&lt;br /&gt;You can choose to believe,&lt;br /&gt;You keep looking but you can't find the words,&lt;br /&gt;While you're hiding in the trees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if everything around you,&lt;br /&gt;Isn't quite as it seems?&lt;br /&gt;What if all the world you used to know&lt;br /&gt;Is an elaborate dream?&lt;br /&gt;And if you look at your reflection,&lt;br /&gt;Is it all you want it to be?&lt;br /&gt;And if you look right through the cracks,&lt;br /&gt;Would you find yourself...find yourself afraid to see?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(P.S.: This song played for the radio show KROQ_Breakfast with NIN is really amazing.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9207808839923743519-8315284964664374099?l=padmebackyard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://padmebackyard.blogspot.com/2006/12/right-where-it-belongs.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (padmé)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9207808839923743519.post-6610231723450118882</guid><pubDate>Fri, 15 Dec 2006 22:14:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-12-15T22:25:56.955Z</atom:updated><title>El gaton</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jSUp5f72NKQ/RYMg4SOlJuI/AAAAAAAAAEU/jcrmqtWDVsk/s1600-h/pantufa1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jSUp5f72NKQ/RYMg4SOlJuI/AAAAAAAAAEU/jcrmqtWDVsk/s320/pantufa1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008883361903879906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Este bicho que aqui vedes, aqui há dias quis testar as minhas capacidades aventureiras...eis que estava eu, muito sossegada, às voltas com os senhores Lefevere e o Even-Zohar, quando a senhora minha mãe entra de rompante no meu quarto "aiiii anda lá fora...o TEU gato já fez das dele!" E eu, pacífica, lá fui...pois que o bichano costuma gostar de 'brincar' com a boxer do vizinho, ou seja, põe-se na extremidade do muro quando a boxer está presa...mas desta vez, a figuraça não lhe saiu bem e quando subiu ao muro, a boxer saltou em direcção ao bichano..armado em artista, subiu o limoeiro da vizinha (outra) e não descia...miava..miava...até que euzinha aqui tive de subir ao limoeiro para retirar o bichano, que teve a amabilidade de cravar as unhacas nos meus ombros e daí fazermos uma descida triunfante. Deixo-vos com a figura do bichano (que ninguém me tira a convicção de que ele pertence à mafia felina cá da terra).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9207808839923743519-6610231723450118882?l=padmebackyard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://padmebackyard.blogspot.com/2006/12/el-gaton.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (padmé)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jSUp5f72NKQ/RYMg4SOlJuI/AAAAAAAAAEU/jcrmqtWDVsk/s72-c/pantufa1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9207808839923743519.post-5405024211319056080</guid><pubDate>Thu, 14 Dec 2006 23:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-12-14T23:30:08.372Z</atom:updated><title>What?! Where?!</title><description>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A friend sent me this video that I haven't seen in a while... as fundações de todo o humor (mas do bom!) que se tem feito em Portugal e um bocadinho around the world: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0Ulej_3ovYg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Monty Python&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, os grandes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(O vídeo dá ao clicarem no que aparece em azul, neste caso onde diz "Monty Python"...muitos pensarão: ah mas ela ta mas é aqui a chamar-nos todos de burros!! Ao que eu respondo: se ponho esta indicação é porque tenho as minhas razões...e acabei de dar por mim a fazer uma pergunta e a responder a essa mesma pergunta de seguida...acho que me vou deitar...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9207808839923743519-5405024211319056080?l=padmebackyard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://padmebackyard.blogspot.com/2006/12/what-where.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (padmé)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9207808839923743519.post-1680892701532426647</guid><pubDate>Wed, 13 Dec 2006 15:58:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-12-13T16:11:35.670Z</atom:updated><title>Os vídeos</title><description>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E em jeito de remate final do post anterior, aqui ficam links para os vídeos de duas músicas lá tocadas no concerto, com a cortesia da Marta:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NS0Ie6ZjNR8"&gt;Sad Empire&lt;/a&gt;" e "&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LXOwlcaDz-I"&gt;Absent without Permission&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NS0Ie6ZjNR8"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9207808839923743519-1680892701532426647?l=padmebackyard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://padmebackyard.blogspot.com/2006/12/os-vdeos.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (padmé)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9207808839923743519.post-1205430383444794907</guid><pubDate>Tue, 12 Dec 2006 21:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-12-12T21:56:33.615Z</atom:updated><title>Presente de Natal</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jSUp5f72NKQ/RX8lbu3xxhI/AAAAAAAAACw/RjqBM__7G_U/s1600-h/bz3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jSUp5f72NKQ/RX8lbu3xxhI/AAAAAAAAACw/RjqBM__7G_U/s320/bz3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5007762469027956242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jSUp5f72NKQ/RX8lSu3xxgI/AAAAAAAAACo/cBTR7IjmZrE/s1600-h/bz2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jSUp5f72NKQ/RX8lSu3xxgI/AAAAAAAAACo/cBTR7IjmZrE/s320/bz2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5007762314409133570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jSUp5f72NKQ/RX8lL-3xxfI/AAAAAAAAACg/oUy4YFs8PVM/s1600-h/bz1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jSUp5f72NKQ/RX8lL-3xxfI/AAAAAAAAACg/oUy4YFs8PVM/s320/bz1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5007762198445016562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jSUp5f72NKQ/RX8k_O3xxeI/AAAAAAAAACY/fuX8rPqO9vw/s1600-h/bz4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jSUp5f72NKQ/RX8k_O3xxeI/AAAAAAAAACY/fuX8rPqO9vw/s320/bz4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5007761979401684450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E a pedido de muitas famílias, eis que chega um post em Português.&lt;br /&gt;Pois bem, passado domingo, 10 de Dezembro 2006, eu e mais uns..sei lá..20..estivémos no estúdio MB em Gaia para assistir a um presente de Natal oferecido pelos Blind Zero: um concerto acústico, intimista onde tocaram músicas de todos os álbuns. Para mim, a 'Skull', a 'Another One' e a 'You owe us blood' são sempre fantásticas, não contando com a 'Shine On' que com a participação do outro senhor na percurssão (peço desculpa, não me recordo do nome) arrasa com tudo. Mais um grande concerto, na companhia de grandes amigos :D  No final, ainda trouxemos as almofadas onde estivémos sentadinhos, autografadas, pois claro :p Aqui ficam alguns momentos registados. (Excepto a foto da almofada que é minha, as restantes são da autoria da Izabella &lt;a href="http://wingsforizabella.blogspot.com/"&gt;http:\\wingsforizabella.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; ) Obrigada!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9207808839923743519-1205430383444794907?l=padmebackyard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://padmebackyard.blogspot.com/2006/12/presente-de-natal.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (padmé)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jSUp5f72NKQ/RX8lbu3xxhI/AAAAAAAAACw/RjqBM__7G_U/s72-c/bz3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>