<?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-8262807232974952919</id><updated>2011-06-02T12:48:02.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bakayoko &amp; companhia</title><subtitle type='html'>blog acerca de tudo na vida e no mundo. visto pela minha visão unica.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakayoko1.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8262807232974952919/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakayoko1.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Bakayoko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13610053355420377223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a12/bakayoko/251267-a0f685a4wzntcs_l.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8262807232974952919.post-8269224771049124494</id><published>2011-06-02T12:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T12:42:33.454-07:00</updated><title type='text'>recordaçoes antigas</title><content type='html'>ainda a proposito do meu ultimo post, há uma cena nesse filme em que um dos protagonistas, em conversa com um psicologo, lhe narra a sua recordaçao mais antiga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isto fez-me pensar o outro dia, enquanto na cozinha preparava uma ceia, que me lembro bastante bem, e que talvez seja a minha recordaçao mais antiga, o estar em casa da minha avó, e ela fazer café numa cafeteira alta de ferro, ou aluminio. eu que na altura quase nunca bebia cafe, quase sempre adicionava um pouco de leite, e assim tomava o pequeno almoço com a minha avó.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e voces, qual a vossa recordaçao mais antiga?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8262807232974952919-8269224771049124494?l=bakayoko1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakayoko1.blogspot.com/feeds/8269224771049124494/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8262807232974952919&amp;postID=8269224771049124494' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' 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http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0367089/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;minha quotaçao 6/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;este filme conta a historia de uma familia tipica dos anos 80, a passar por uma fase dificil de divorcio. os dois filhos do casal passam por experiencias diferentes no que toca a ultrapassar esta fase pessoal. o mais velho, ligado ao pai, tenta descobrir a sexualidade e as mulheres, ao mesmo tempo que a sua reputaçao académica sofre alguns precalços.&lt;br /&gt;  o mais novo tenta, tambem ele, descobrir a sua sexualidade, mas á sua propria disfuncional (?) maneira. quanto aos progenitores, uma vida cheia de erros e más opçoes vem ao de cima, enquanto a memoria de bons velhos tempos enchem a cabeça dos protagonistas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;um bom filme, com bons actores: Jeff Bridges, Jesse Eisnberg ( do filme do facebook) e outros actores, uns mais, outros menos conhecidos. um filme razoavel, com uma historia inspirada na infancia do realizador, que vale pelos bons actores e algumas situaçoes tragico/comicas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8262807232974952919-4683229714773725200?l=bakayoko1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakayoko1.blogspot.com/feeds/4683229714773725200/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8262807232974952919&amp;postID=4683229714773725200' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8262807232974952919/posts/default/4683229714773725200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8262807232974952919/posts/default/4683229714773725200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bakayoko1.blogspot.com/2011/06/eu-vi-squid-and-whale.html' title='Eu vi: The Squid and the Whale'/><author><name>Bakayoko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13610053355420377223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a12/bakayoko/251267-a0f685a4wzntcs_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8262807232974952919.post-8649387192397403630</id><published>2007-09-04T19:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T19:44:42.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ai e tal</title><content type='html'>epa hoje falamos das formigas. que a formiga europeia nao é a da europa mas sim da argentina, e q acasalou e quase levou á extinçao a formiga d´asa portuguesa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e depois falámos q o país onde eu mais gostava de viver e trabalhar era o alaska. pq curto bue o frio e deve ser bue fixe. tinha era q ter boa net e pelo menos os canais q dao ca na cabovisao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tenho dito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nao te esqueças das fotos do churrasco andré !!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8262807232974952919-8649387192397403630?l=bakayoko1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakayoko1.blogspot.com/feeds/8649387192397403630/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8262807232974952919&amp;postID=8649387192397403630' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8262807232974952919/posts/default/8649387192397403630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8262807232974952919/posts/default/8649387192397403630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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cena da trip ao inicio com os lagartos?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;qual é a do gonzo se querer matar na banheira?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o que é q ele usa na trip do fim e que alucinaçao é aquela do rabo de crocodilo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;porque é q o homem aranha e o presidente da serie 4 ou 5 ou q é ja n me lembro agora pq ta tarde do 24 aparecem la? seria uma alucinaçao colectiva?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;porque é q eu tou a escrever isto?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;se alguem souber a resposta poste ai postas á vontade, que nao se paga mais por isso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;algumas quotes no minimo interessantes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Gonzo: Let's give the boy a lift.&lt;br /&gt;Raoul Duke: What? No. We can't stop here. This is bat country. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raoul Duke: Don't fuck with me now, man, I am Ahab. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raoul Duke: I was right in the middle of a fucking reptile zoo, and somebody was giving booze to these goddamn things. Won't be long now before they tear us to shreds. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raoul Duke: Dogs fucked the Pope... no fault of mine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raoul Duke: You're not Portuguese, man! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e muitas mais que eu podia meter aki, mas como hoje nao vi o filme todo, tenho de o rever noutra altura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;todas as quotes foram retiradas do site www.imdb.com e da minha memoria pessoal pra cenas triviais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a experiencia real pode nao ser igual á que acabou de ser demostrada.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8262807232974952919-2784133239161051754?l=bakayoko1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakayoko1.blogspot.com/feeds/2784133239161051754/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link 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src='http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a12/bakayoko/251267-a0f685a4wzntcs_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8262807232974952919.post-8616416029952840194</id><published>2007-08-18T21:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T21:45:15.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>o inicio. parte 1 nao sei de quantas.</title><content type='html'>isto deu-me uma epifania quando vinha com o nunecas no taxi. true story. a partir de agora vai ser o melhor blog do mundo, melhor do q o blog dakela gaja chinesa. se toda a gente pode ter um blocg eu tb posso ora essa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8262807232974952919-8616416029952840194?l=bakayoko1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakayoko1.blogspot.com/feeds/8616416029952840194/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link 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/&gt;xao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8262807232974952919-2520664568998128847?l=bakayoko1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bakayoko1.blogspot.com/feeds/2520664568998128847/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8262807232974952919&amp;postID=2520664568998128847' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8262807232974952919/posts/default/2520664568998128847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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