<?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-37193823</id><updated>2011-12-08T08:16:46.863Z</updated><category term='Trivialidades'/><category term='Parabéns'/><category term='Surf'/><category term='Para entreter...'/><category term='Só rir'/><category term='Passeios'/><category term='Pensamentos da madrugada'/><category term='Funny'/><category term='Músicas'/><title type='text'>Good Girls Go To Heaven. Bad Girls Go Everywhere</title><subtitle type='html'>Life has a funny way of sneaking up on you when you think everything's okay and everything's going right. And life has a funny way of helping you out when you think everything´s gone wrong and everything blows up in your face.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bad-girls-go-everywhere.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37193823/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bad-girls-go-everywhere.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kiki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16759306602577580370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_I7sO8yAo00s/SGAop6r4dVI/AAAAAAAAAUg/R4su813K3Jo/S220/P6100388_wall.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>30</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37193823.post-4452492521635490320</id><published>2009-11-22T13:37:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-11-22T13:38:02.979Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Digam lá que isto não é do mais bonito que há....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Um9KsrH377A&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Um9KsrH377A&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37193823-4452492521635490320?l=bad-girls-go-everywhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bad-girls-go-everywhere.blogspot.com/feeds/4452492521635490320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37193823&amp;postID=4452492521635490320' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37193823/posts/default/4452492521635490320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37193823/posts/default/4452492521635490320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bad-girls-go-everywhere.blogspot.com/2009/11/digam-la-que-isto-nao-e-do-mais-bonito.html' title=''/><author><name>Kiki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16759306602577580370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_I7sO8yAo00s/SGAop6r4dVI/AAAAAAAAAUg/R4su813K3Jo/S220/P6100388_wall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37193823.post-2914531542686750069</id><published>2009-08-31T00:35:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T00:50:13.575+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Para entreter...'/><title type='text'>De regresso!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;É verdade, já há algum tempo que não é colocado algo novo neste blog. Por isso, resolvi "reanimá-lo"! Assim, deixo aqui a promessa de voltar a colocar coisas aqui... Não é que haja muitas pessoas a lê-lo, tenho quase a certeza. Mas já que existe, é melhor mesmo não deixar este espaço ao abandono.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;No outro dia recebi um mail muito engraçado, bem de acordo com os tempos de histeria que se vive em relação a determinado assunto. Não resisto em por aqui o conteúdo do dito mail:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Se a pessoa que amas treme quando a abraças, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;se sentes os seus lábios ardentes como brasas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;se a sua respiração se agita, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;se vês nos seus olhos um brilho febril... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;PIRA-TE! TEM GRIPE A!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Está ou não na moda??!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D :D :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37193823-2914531542686750069?l=bad-girls-go-everywhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bad-girls-go-everywhere.blogspot.com/feeds/2914531542686750069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37193823&amp;postID=2914531542686750069' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37193823/posts/default/2914531542686750069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37193823/posts/default/2914531542686750069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bad-girls-go-everywhere.blogspot.com/2009/08/de-regresso.html' title='De regresso!!'/><author><name>Kuke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14396213169353631195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-yUvz9fCrU/SPEBpfYOH9I/AAAAAAAAADY/SGmuQfK5m0U/S220/Workshop+Surf+8-11-2006+075.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37193823.post-4578925751096562132</id><published>2008-10-11T20:43:00.025+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T22:24:08.324+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Passeios'/><title type='text'>Down the road we go.....again....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;"Vou falar-lhes dum Reino Maravilhoso. Embora muitas pessoas digam que não, sempre houve e haverá Reinos Maravilhosos neste Mundo. O que é preciso, para os ver, é que os olhos não percam a virgindade original diante da realidade, e o coração, depois, não hesite. Ora, o que pretendo mostrar, meu e de todos os que queiram merece-lo, não só existe, como é dos mais belos que se possam imaginar." (Miguel Torga)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-yUvz9fCrU/SPEPf46_SfI/AAAAAAAAAFw/RjhNan01Slc/s1600-h/Montesinho_out08+127.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255999280648243698" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-yUvz9fCrU/SPEPf46_SfI/AAAAAAAAAFw/RjhNan01Slc/s400/Montesinho_out08+127.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&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;Pois é, lá foram os três da vida airada outra vez por essa estrada, dar uns belos passeios e ver umas belas paisagens e fauna :)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Desta vez o destino foi Trás-os-Montes, mais especificamente...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-yUvz9fCrU/SPEPRVar6LI/AAAAAAAAAFo/_j74byqozEA/s1600-h/HPIM0527.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255999030599346354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-yUvz9fCrU/SPEPRVar6LI/AAAAAAAAAFo/_j74byqozEA/s400/HPIM0527.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;....Rio Sabor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-yUvz9fCrU/SPEPEGd0TrI/AAAAAAAAAFg/__2cgxNhZHc/s1600-h/Montesinho_out08+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255998803247648434" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-yUvz9fCrU/SPEPEGd0TrI/AAAAAAAAAFg/__2cgxNhZHc/s400/Montesinho_out08+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;...e Parque Natural de Montesinho...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-yUvz9fCrU/SPEOy5l5rBI/AAAAAAAAAFY/U4pw_k9GZ8c/s1600-h/Montesinho_out08+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255998507734117394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-yUvz9fCrU/SPEOy5l5rBI/AAAAAAAAAFY/U4pw_k9GZ8c/s400/Montesinho_out08+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As paisagens são lindas, com belas cores....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;....as casas também, pois encontrámos uma casa cor de rosa...brilhante!!! Com faixas lilás!!! (Infelizmente não tenho foto para mostrar tal beleza lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-yUvz9fCrU/SPEOhPjuAgI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/wG1mXoGUVpo/s1600-h/Montesinho_out08+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255998204392899074" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-yUvz9fCrU/SPEOhPjuAgI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/wG1mXoGUVpo/s400/Montesinho_out08+028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;...os passeios foram excelentes! Como não podiam ser quando se tem isto para ver?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-yUvz9fCrU/SPEMzlALcLI/AAAAAAAAAFI/rwKzQ2e2hgI/s1600-h/Montesinho_out08+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-yUvz9fCrU/SPEMN3kc6DI/AAAAAAAAAFA/VFkjtgmAASs/s1600-h/Montesinho_out08+093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255995672512751666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-yUvz9fCrU/SPEMN3kc6DI/AAAAAAAAAFA/VFkjtgmAASs/s400/Montesinho_out08+093.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;...um belo pôr do sol... garanto que algures ali em frente estavam DOIS veados!!!Lindos!! Vimos três nesse dia :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Paulinho, foi mm um bom pressentimento...Que belo fim de dia! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-yUvz9fCrU/SPEL1tdPqxI/AAAAAAAAAE4/oCghVdpb3P8/s1600-h/Montesinho_out08+041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255995257481308946" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-yUvz9fCrU/SPEL1tdPqxI/AAAAAAAAAE4/oCghVdpb3P8/s400/Montesinho_out08+041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;...em Vinhais... mais um belo passeio! Como se pode observar na foto (no lado esquerdo), mais fauna. Neste caso, bicho não identificado hehe ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-yUvz9fCrU/SPEJVo3m7cI/AAAAAAAAAEw/fYz_uX-9--g/s1600-h/HPIM0527.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Era impossível pôr aqui tudo o que vimos nesses dias, isto foi só uma pequena amostra. Foram umas belas mini-férias. Espero lá voltar...Quando voltamos?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;:) :) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37193823-4578925751096562132?l=bad-girls-go-everywhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bad-girls-go-everywhere.blogspot.com/feeds/4578925751096562132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37193823&amp;postID=4578925751096562132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37193823/posts/default/4578925751096562132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37193823/posts/default/4578925751096562132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bad-girls-go-everywhere.blogspot.com/2008/10/down-road-we-goagain.html' title='Down the road we go.....again....'/><author><name>Kuke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14396213169353631195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-yUvz9fCrU/SPEBpfYOH9I/AAAAAAAAADY/SGmuQfK5m0U/S220/Workshop+Surf+8-11-2006+075.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-yUvz9fCrU/SPEPf46_SfI/AAAAAAAAAFw/RjhNan01Slc/s72-c/Montesinho_out08+127.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37193823.post-1175134129990253952</id><published>2008-08-30T00:08:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T00:17:00.454+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Olympic Games!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Em nome do espiríto olímpico que ainda se está a viver...Aqui está um cartoon em homenagem ao melhor atleta que passou por Pequim. Aproveito também para dar os parabéns aos nossos atletas, principalmente à Vanessa e ao Nélson :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-yUvz9fCrU/SLiCQOwwRDI/AAAAAAAAACQ/gWqKdItqXKk/s1600-h/untitled_3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240081381797676082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-yUvz9fCrU/SLiCQOwwRDI/AAAAAAAAACQ/gWqKdItqXKk/s400/untitled_3.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37193823-1175134129990253952?l=bad-girls-go-everywhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bad-girls-go-everywhere.blogspot.com/feeds/1175134129990253952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37193823&amp;postID=1175134129990253952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37193823/posts/default/1175134129990253952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37193823/posts/default/1175134129990253952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bad-girls-go-everywhere.blogspot.com/2008/08/olympic-games.html' title='Olympic Games!!!'/><author><name>Kuke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14396213169353631195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-yUvz9fCrU/SPEBpfYOH9I/AAAAAAAAADY/SGmuQfK5m0U/S220/Workshop+Surf+8-11-2006+075.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-yUvz9fCrU/SLiCQOwwRDI/AAAAAAAAACQ/gWqKdItqXKk/s72-c/untitled_3.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37193823.post-2044727875858910212</id><published>2008-04-22T22:50:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T22:54:21.890+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Um dia...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;... vou beber um capuccino sentada numa varanda a olhar para o mar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hoje foi o dia!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Soube mto bem :)&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/37193823-2044727875858910212?l=bad-girls-go-everywhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bad-girls-go-everywhere.blogspot.com/feeds/2044727875858910212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37193823&amp;postID=2044727875858910212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37193823/posts/default/2044727875858910212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37193823/posts/default/2044727875858910212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bad-girls-go-everywhere.blogspot.com/2008/04/um-dia.html' title='Um dia...'/><author><name>Kuke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14396213169353631195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-yUvz9fCrU/SPEBpfYOH9I/AAAAAAAAADY/SGmuQfK5m0U/S220/Workshop+Surf+8-11-2006+075.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37193823.post-9122308551428342244</id><published>2008-04-14T22:19:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T22:38:01.386+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Passeios'/><title type='text'>Passeios de Domingo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Nada como...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-yUvz9fCrU/SAPMWI-qi0I/AAAAAAAAACI/WWoX1T6WIiI/s1600-h/Fluvi%C3%A1rio+de+Mora+13Abril08+055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189215876400450370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-yUvz9fCrU/SAPMWI-qi0I/AAAAAAAAACI/WWoX1T6WIiI/s400/Fluvi%C3%A1rio+de+Mora+13Abril08+055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;um belo passeio pelo campo e ....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-yUvz9fCrU/SAPL14-qizI/AAAAAAAAACA/R6ajpg9UIlA/s1600-h/Fluvi%C3%A1rio+de+Mora+13Abril08+040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189215322349669170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-yUvz9fCrU/SAPL14-qizI/AAAAAAAAACA/R6ajpg9UIlA/s400/Fluvi%C3%A1rio+de+Mora+13Abril08+040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ir ver bichos simpáticos e irrequietos....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-yUvz9fCrU/SAPLmo-qiyI/AAAAAAAAAB4/EOlaeYngNTg/s1600-h/Fluvi%C3%A1rio+de+Mora+13Abril08+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189215060356664098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-yUvz9fCrU/SAPLmo-qiyI/AAAAAAAAAB4/EOlaeYngNTg/s400/Fluvi%C3%A1rio+de+Mora+13Abril08+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;para alegrar :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Adorei!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37193823-9122308551428342244?l=bad-girls-go-everywhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bad-girls-go-everywhere.blogspot.com/feeds/9122308551428342244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37193823&amp;postID=9122308551428342244' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37193823/posts/default/9122308551428342244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37193823/posts/default/9122308551428342244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bad-girls-go-everywhere.blogspot.com/2008/04/passeios-de-domingo.html' title='Passeios de Domingo...'/><author><name>Kuke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14396213169353631195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-yUvz9fCrU/SPEBpfYOH9I/AAAAAAAAADY/SGmuQfK5m0U/S220/Workshop+Surf+8-11-2006+075.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V-yUvz9fCrU/SAPMWI-qi0I/AAAAAAAAACI/WWoX1T6WIiI/s72-c/Fluvi%C3%A1rio+de+Mora+13Abril08+055.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37193823.post-2414763851759269555</id><published>2008-03-18T19:32:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-03-18T19:37:01.693Z</updated><title type='text'>4,5 segundos de fama</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Hoje apareci na TV!!! No telejornal da RTP e da TVI. É claro que não falei, nem tive protagonismo, apenas estava a manisfestar o meu desagrado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Mas, pronto, já está, já gastei o tempo de fama que me pertencia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37193823-2414763851759269555?l=bad-girls-go-everywhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bad-girls-go-everywhere.blogspot.com/feeds/2414763851759269555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37193823&amp;postID=2414763851759269555' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37193823/posts/default/2414763851759269555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37193823/posts/default/2414763851759269555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bad-girls-go-everywhere.blogspot.com/2008/03/45-segundos-de-fama.html' title='4,5 segundos de fama'/><author><name>Kuke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14396213169353631195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-yUvz9fCrU/SPEBpfYOH9I/AAAAAAAAADY/SGmuQfK5m0U/S220/Workshop+Surf+8-11-2006+075.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37193823.post-2021148375742381754</id><published>2008-03-15T22:51:00.005Z</published><updated>2008-03-15T23:00:21.360Z</updated><title type='text'>Mais uns cartoons!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-yUvz9fCrU/R9xTZR6bouI/AAAAAAAAABw/wF6mOCSi2uE/s1600-h/shark%2Bcartoon%2Bcarcharadon.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178105365339546338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-yUvz9fCrU/R9xTZR6bouI/AAAAAAAAABw/wF6mOCSi2uE/s400/shark%2Bcartoon%2Bcarcharadon.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-yUvz9fCrU/R9xTSR6botI/AAAAAAAAABo/aYzdpzS1TZU/s1600-h/shark%2Bcartoon%2Bcarcharadon.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-yUvz9fCrU/R9xTKB6bosI/AAAAAAAAABg/ZtpakgkEwbM/s1600-h/shark21.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178105103346541250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-yUvz9fCrU/R9xTKB6bosI/AAAAAAAAABg/ZtpakgkEwbM/s400/shark21.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Dois cartoons engraçados... Apenas para mostar como tenho tendência para gostar deles. E é claro, de White Sharks também...... ;)  hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37193823-2021148375742381754?l=bad-girls-go-everywhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bad-girls-go-everywhere.blogspot.com/feeds/2021148375742381754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37193823&amp;postID=2021148375742381754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37193823/posts/default/2021148375742381754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37193823/posts/default/2021148375742381754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bad-girls-go-everywhere.blogspot.com/2008/03/mais-uns-cartoons.html' title='Mais uns cartoons!!'/><author><name>Kuke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14396213169353631195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-yUvz9fCrU/SPEBpfYOH9I/AAAAAAAAADY/SGmuQfK5m0U/S220/Workshop+Surf+8-11-2006+075.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-yUvz9fCrU/R9xTZR6bouI/AAAAAAAAABw/wF6mOCSi2uE/s72-c/shark%2Bcartoon%2Bcarcharadon.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37193823.post-1396163596046448955</id><published>2008-03-02T22:10:00.006Z</published><updated>2008-03-02T22:20:56.915Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny'/><title type='text'>A quem é que nunca aconteceu isto?</title><content type='html'>Quem é que, durante o seu percurso académico, nunca teve uma situação como esta? Acho que poucos ou ninguém...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173272337375245938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-yUvz9fCrU/R8snyBubNnI/AAAAAAAAABQ/85sEv1huuIw/s400/phd1.gif" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173272526353806978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-yUvz9fCrU/R8sn9BubNoI/AAAAAAAAABY/l6uJ2s00TR0/s400/phd2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V-yUvz9fCrU/R8smcRubNmI/AAAAAAAAABI/W78Qsvo81Kc/s1600-h/phd2.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Vi este cartoon e não resisti em mostrá-lo aqui.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;:))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37193823-1396163596046448955?l=bad-girls-go-everywhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bad-girls-go-everywhere.blogspot.com/feeds/1396163596046448955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37193823&amp;postID=1396163596046448955' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37193823/posts/default/1396163596046448955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37193823/posts/default/1396163596046448955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bad-girls-go-everywhere.blogspot.com/2008/03/quem-que-nunca-aconteceu-isto.html' title='A quem é que nunca aconteceu isto?'/><author><name>Kuke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14396213169353631195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-yUvz9fCrU/SPEBpfYOH9I/AAAAAAAAADY/SGmuQfK5m0U/S220/Workshop+Surf+8-11-2006+075.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V-yUvz9fCrU/R8snyBubNnI/AAAAAAAAABQ/85sEv1huuIw/s72-c/phd1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37193823.post-8621279109571447184</id><published>2008-02-22T03:29:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-02-22T03:38:31.870Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamentos da madrugada'/><title type='text'>Não sei...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;... bem o que me apetece dizer, nem fazer. Acho que não me apetece nada. Quer dizer, apetecia-me estar na minha cama a dormir, sem dúvida. Isto tem sido a doer, e o cansaço já não permite resistir como era suposto. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Acho que não é tristeza, acho que apenas estou cansada, apenas muito cansada disto...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;:(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37193823-8621279109571447184?l=bad-girls-go-everywhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bad-girls-go-everywhere.blogspot.com/feeds/8621279109571447184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37193823&amp;postID=8621279109571447184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37193823/posts/default/8621279109571447184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37193823/posts/default/8621279109571447184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bad-girls-go-everywhere.blogspot.com/2008/02/no-sei.html' title='Não sei...'/><author><name>Kuke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14396213169353631195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-yUvz9fCrU/SPEBpfYOH9I/AAAAAAAAADY/SGmuQfK5m0U/S220/Workshop+Surf+8-11-2006+075.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37193823.post-1446113412125822431</id><published>2008-02-01T01:31:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-02-01T01:36:40.360Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Surf'/><title type='text'>2 e 3 Fev</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Aulas esta semana:&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;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Sábado, 2 de Fevereiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11h&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;e &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;14h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Domingo, 3 de Fevereiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;11h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; e &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;14h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;(Estou a pensar ir Domingo às 11h. Beijinhos!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37193823-1446113412125822431?l=bad-girls-go-everywhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bad-girls-go-everywhere.blogspot.com/feeds/1446113412125822431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37193823&amp;postID=1446113412125822431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37193823/posts/default/1446113412125822431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37193823/posts/default/1446113412125822431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bad-girls-go-everywhere.blogspot.com/2008/02/2-e-3-fev.html' title='2 e 3 Fev'/><author><name>Kiki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16759306602577580370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_I7sO8yAo00s/SGAop6r4dVI/AAAAAAAAAUg/R4su813K3Jo/S220/P6100388_wall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37193823.post-6027801097294892058</id><published>2008-01-22T00:33:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-22T00:46:57.296Z</updated><title type='text'>With you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yesterday, like every other day, I climbed up the wall you built around you... And yesterday I did reach the top... You looked up, and you smiled at me, with shiny eyes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few hours for me to feel you with all my senses... Everything is sweet and peaceful in these few hours... that went by at the speed of light...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then you have to go... And then, when all the lights went out, I cried... I cried for you, for us, for everything that has happened...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's why I love you so much... Or maybe that's because I love you so much... Either way I thank you for every moment...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37193823-6027801097294892058?l=bad-girls-go-everywhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bad-girls-go-everywhere.blogspot.com/feeds/6027801097294892058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37193823&amp;postID=6027801097294892058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37193823/posts/default/6027801097294892058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37193823/posts/default/6027801097294892058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bad-girls-go-everywhere.blogspot.com/2008/01/with-you.html' title='With you'/><author><name>Scorpio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01067151027394653525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8kU7QyKnztg/SYEDlRyAnHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/znawRF4No1k/S220/e5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37193823.post-9207306796618723063</id><published>2008-01-20T16:58:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-20T19:06:38.266Z</updated><title type='text'>Amigas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Às duas amigas:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É verdade que já não nos vemos todos os dias, nem sequer todas as semanas...&lt;br /&gt;É verdade que crescemos, mudámos e estamos diferentes, é normal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas também é verdade que somos amigas, e que estamos aqui umas para as outras, sempre que é preciso...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KIKI e KUKE - Estou aqui, como sempre estive... Para falar, para rir, para chorar, para ouvir...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jinhos&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37193823-9207306796618723063?l=bad-girls-go-everywhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bad-girls-go-everywhere.blogspot.com/feeds/9207306796618723063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37193823&amp;postID=9207306796618723063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37193823/posts/default/9207306796618723063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37193823/posts/default/9207306796618723063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bad-girls-go-everywhere.blogspot.com/2008/01/amigas.html' title='Amigas'/><author><name>Scorpio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01067151027394653525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8kU7QyKnztg/SYEDlRyAnHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/znawRF4No1k/S220/e5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37193823.post-683022749893995154</id><published>2008-01-20T16:13:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-20T19:06:14.391Z</updated><title type='text'>Preenchida pela tua ausência</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Escrevo estas palavras na esperança que o Destino, a Vida, o Karma, o Universo e as leis que nos regem, ou as Forças Cósmicas ou o que quer que seja que nos guia, te tragam a este blog... Como se não soubesses... Escrevo porque há um não sei quê nas palavras escritas, não sei, um fascínio ou admiração pelo que é escrito; as palavras escritas são o cunho da História, certo? Ou escrevo porque estas palavras ditas, sentidas e agora escritas estão sempre comigo, sempre na minha mente e no meu peito, sempre, mesmo quando há outras coisas que esteja a fazer, ou dizer ou sentir... Sempre comigo, como tu estás sempre aqui comigo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Preenchida pela tua ausência, até ao amâgo do meu ser, mirrado e encolhido sem ti... Sinto a tua falta... É algo tão avassalador, que me anula e me domina, que me enche e transborda, que me tolhe o coração e a alma, todos os segundos de todos os dias disto a que chamamos vida... Vida sem cor e sem destino, sem alegria, sem paz, apenas dor e tristeza, sem ti... E assim, passam os dias, dias em que vagueio sem atenção, como que se orbitasse em torno destas palavras, que são sentimentos, tão fortes e tão intensos... E tu és o meu Sol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sinto a tua falta, falta do som da tua voz, do teu riso, do teu calor... Da tua mão no meu rosto e da minha mão na tua nuca...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sinto a tua falta... Tu sabes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37193823-683022749893995154?l=bad-girls-go-everywhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bad-girls-go-everywhere.blogspot.com/feeds/683022749893995154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37193823&amp;postID=683022749893995154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37193823/posts/default/683022749893995154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37193823/posts/default/683022749893995154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bad-girls-go-everywhere.blogspot.com/2008/01/preenchida-pela-tua-ausncia.html' title='Preenchida pela tua ausência'/><author><name>Scorpio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01067151027394653525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8kU7QyKnztg/SYEDlRyAnHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/znawRF4No1k/S220/e5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37193823.post-2359491427353569173</id><published>2008-01-01T20:40:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-01T20:40:49.826Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Desejamos aos nossos milhares de leitores um excelente ano!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Feliz 2008!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150609968916904466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 220px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 139px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="127" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-yUvz9fCrU/R3qkekXguhI/AAAAAAAAAAg/a3q2gzWhxlk/s400/new+year.jpg" width="249" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37193823-2359491427353569173?l=bad-girls-go-everywhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bad-girls-go-everywhere.blogspot.com/feeds/2359491427353569173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37193823&amp;postID=2359491427353569173' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37193823/posts/default/2359491427353569173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37193823/posts/default/2359491427353569173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bad-girls-go-everywhere.blogspot.com/2008/01/desejamos-aos-nossos-milhares-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Kuke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14396213169353631195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-yUvz9fCrU/SPEBpfYOH9I/AAAAAAAAADY/SGmuQfK5m0U/S220/Workshop+Surf+8-11-2006+075.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-yUvz9fCrU/R3qkekXguhI/AAAAAAAAAAg/a3q2gzWhxlk/s72-c/new+year.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37193823.post-4649064518082734417</id><published>2007-11-05T16:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-05T16:40:06.854Z</updated><title type='text'>Quem mudou a descrição do blog?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;(O título do post provavelmente não tem nada a ver com o que vou escrever efectivamente, mas pareceu-me um bom título).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Meninas, somos licenciadas! Somos mestrandas, e está tudo absolutamente na mesma! LOL Ou sou só eu a achar que nada mudou? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Susy, efectivamente, recebes um FINALMENTE não só por teres acabado o(utro) curso, e não por teres feito o raio do exame de Ecofisiologia e teres passado; não por estares a fazer Mestrado, porque é muito mais importante que o dito programa esteja de volta! :P Não quero sequer mencionar o nome dele para não te deixar demasiado... emocionada!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Temos que animar este blog... Temos que postar coisas. Temos que nos manter em contacto. Já nos vemos tão &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;pouquinho que seria um desperdício de internet (e de email, e de username) não aproveitarmos este nosso cantinho!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* * *&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;P.S. Quem é que mudou a descrição do blog? Está tão gira!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37193823-4649064518082734417?l=bad-girls-go-everywhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bad-girls-go-everywhere.blogspot.com/feeds/4649064518082734417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37193823&amp;postID=4649064518082734417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37193823/posts/default/4649064518082734417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37193823/posts/default/4649064518082734417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bad-girls-go-everywhere.blogspot.com/2007/11/quem-mudou-descrio-do-blog.html' title='Quem mudou a descrição do blog?'/><author><name>Kiki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16759306602577580370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_I7sO8yAo00s/SGAop6r4dVI/AAAAAAAAAUg/R4su813K3Jo/S220/P6100388_wall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37193823.post-2960734375400812655</id><published>2007-10-03T21:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T22:12:31.295+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Finalmente!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Finalmente, por ter acabado o meu curso de Biologia? Por ter conseguido passar no exame de Ecofisiologia Animal em época de desespero de causa?(sim, o conteúdo da disciplina é tão complicado e comprido quanto o seu nome!) Por estar a começar o mestrado? Pois, poderia ser por qualquer uma destas coisas, mas tenho a dizer que se enganam aqueles que pensam que sim.  Não, "finalmente" é dedicado ao facto de estar de volta o meu programa de tv preferido... nada mais menos, que esse programa espectacular, extremamente criativo e educativo, o Malucos do Riso. Se isto não é uma excelente razão para delirar de felicidade, nada mais é capaz de o fazer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: queria pedir desculpa à Júlia Pinheiro e ao seu belo novo programa por não ter sido o eleito. No entanto, após ponderar (de forma intensa, séria e isenta) conclui que, mesmo pondo casais a fazer figuras menos próprias, não consegue alcançar a qualidade do programa da SIC. Bem, agora que penso nisso, estou a ficar com dúvidas quanto a isso...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37193823-2960734375400812655?l=bad-girls-go-everywhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bad-girls-go-everywhere.blogspot.com/feeds/2960734375400812655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37193823&amp;postID=2960734375400812655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37193823/posts/default/2960734375400812655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37193823/posts/default/2960734375400812655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bad-girls-go-everywhere.blogspot.com/2007/10/finalmente.html' title='Finalmente!!!!!!'/><author><name>Kuke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14396213169353631195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-yUvz9fCrU/SPEBpfYOH9I/AAAAAAAAADY/SGmuQfK5m0U/S220/Workshop+Surf+8-11-2006+075.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37193823.post-7523223760774600563</id><published>2007-06-20T12:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T12:26:56.895+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parabéns'/><title type='text'>Parabéns, Kuke!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;YAY!!! &lt;strong&gt;Go Susy, go Susy, it's your birthday!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;PARABÉNS, miga!! Espero que tenhas um dia em cheio e só com coisas boas!!&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;Beijocas grandes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37193823-7523223760774600563?l=bad-girls-go-everywhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bad-girls-go-everywhere.blogspot.com/feeds/7523223760774600563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37193823&amp;postID=7523223760774600563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37193823/posts/default/7523223760774600563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37193823/posts/default/7523223760774600563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bad-girls-go-everywhere.blogspot.com/2007/06/parabns-kuke.html' title='Parabéns, Kuke!!!'/><author><name>Kiki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16759306602577580370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_I7sO8yAo00s/SGAop6r4dVI/AAAAAAAAAUg/R4su813K3Jo/S220/P6100388_wall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37193823.post-7927174093076867252</id><published>2007-04-24T15:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T15:28:46.091+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Só rir'/><title type='text'>Dicionário de Africanez</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;O espreto fála assim:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;ABREVIATURA - acto de abrir um carro da polícia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;AÇUCAREIRO - revendedor de açúcar que vende acima do preço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;ALOPATIA - dar um telefonema para a tia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;AMADOR - o mesmo que masoquista&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;BACANAL - reunião de bacanas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;BARBICHA - bar para gays&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;CÁLICE - ordem para ficar calado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;CANGURU - líder espiritual para cães&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;CATALOGO - acto de apanhar coisas rapidamente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;COMPULSÃO - qualquer animal com pulso grande&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;DESTILADO - aquilo que não está do lado de lá&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;DETERGENTE - acto de prender gente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;DETERMINA - prender uma rapariga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;EVENTO - constatação de que realmente é vento, não furacão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;GENITALIA - órgão reprodutor dos italianos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;HOMOSSEXUAL - sabão utilizado para lavar as partes íntimas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;LEILÃO  - loira chamada Leila com mais de dois mestros de altura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;LOCADORA - uma mulher maluca de nome Dora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;NOVAMENTE - diz-se de indivíduos que renovam a sua maneira de pensar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;QUARTZO - partze ou aposentzo de um apartamentzo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;RODAPÉ - aquele que tinha carro mas agora anda a pé&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;TÍPICA - o que o mosquito te faz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;VIDENTE - dentista falando sobre o seu trabalho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;VIÚVA - acto de ver uva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37193823-7927174093076867252?l=bad-girls-go-everywhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bad-girls-go-everywhere.blogspot.com/feeds/7927174093076867252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37193823&amp;postID=7927174093076867252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37193823/posts/default/7927174093076867252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37193823/posts/default/7927174093076867252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bad-girls-go-everywhere.blogspot.com/2007/04/dicionrio-de-africanez.html' title='Dicionário de Africanez'/><author><name>Kiki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16759306602577580370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_I7sO8yAo00s/SGAop6r4dVI/AAAAAAAAAUg/R4su813K3Jo/S220/P6100388_wall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37193823.post-2002902297298201422</id><published>2007-03-28T15:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T16:01:11.564+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Músicas'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Palavras para quê?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I just know your life’s gonna change&lt;br /&gt;Gonna get a little better&lt;br /&gt;Movin' on the darkest day.&lt;br /&gt;I just know your life’s gonna change&lt;br /&gt;Gonna get a little further&lt;br /&gt;I can see the feelings changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, is this how it goes?&lt;br /&gt;Think you’ve come this far with nothing to show?&lt;br /&gt;That ain’t so.&lt;br /&gt;And if you don’t look back you’ll never know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause you think that you’ve been living, just treading water,&lt;br /&gt;And waiting in the wings for the show to begin,&lt;br /&gt;But I always see you searching, as you try that bit harder,&lt;br /&gt;Getting closer, oh yeah, to the life you're imagining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I just know your life’s gonna change)&lt;br /&gt;Maybe not today, maybe not today,&lt;br /&gt;Someday soon you’ll be alright.&lt;br /&gt;(I just know your life’s gonna change)&lt;br /&gt;Turn the other way, turn the other way,&lt;br /&gt;Feels like luck is on your side,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Just wanna live) no worries, no worries&lt;br /&gt;(Don’t wanna die) no worries, no worries&lt;br /&gt;(Fight through the low’s) say it for me, say it for me&lt;br /&gt;(And take all the hughs) we all need somebody.&lt;br /&gt;(Yeah you can sink) no worries, no worries&lt;br /&gt;(Or you can swim) no worries, no worries&lt;br /&gt;(Or walk on out) say it for me, say it for me&lt;br /&gt;(Or jump right in) we all need somebody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, baby keep drifting on&lt;br /&gt;Your endeavours ain’t just selfless wasted time&lt;br /&gt;Seek &amp; find, yeah,&lt;br /&gt;You’re not that far from&lt;br /&gt;What you’ve hoped and wished for all along&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause you think that you’ve been living, just treading water,&lt;br /&gt;And waiting in the wings for the show to begin,&lt;br /&gt;But I always see you searching, as you try that bit harder,&lt;br /&gt;Getting closer, oh yeah, to the life you're imagining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I just know your life’s gonna change)&lt;br /&gt;Maybe not today, maybe not today,&lt;br /&gt;Someday soon you’ll be alright.&lt;br /&gt;(I just know your life’s gonna change)&lt;br /&gt;Turn the other way, turn the other way,&lt;br /&gt;Feels like luck is on your side,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Just wanna live) no worries, no worries&lt;br /&gt;(Don’t wanna die) no worries, no worries&lt;br /&gt;(Fight through the low’s) say it for me, say it for me&lt;br /&gt;(And take all the hughs) we all need somebody.&lt;br /&gt;(Yeah you can sink) no worries, no worries&lt;br /&gt;(Or you can swim) no worries, no worries&lt;br /&gt;(Or walk on out) say it for me, say it for me&lt;br /&gt;(Or jump right in) we all need somebody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just know your life’s gonna change&lt;br /&gt;Say it for me, say it for me,&lt;br /&gt;We all need somebody&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;Simon Webbe – No Worries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37193823-2002902297298201422?l=bad-girls-go-everywhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bad-girls-go-everywhere.blogspot.com/feeds/2002902297298201422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37193823&amp;postID=2002902297298201422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37193823/posts/default/2002902297298201422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37193823/posts/default/2002902297298201422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bad-girls-go-everywhere.blogspot.com/2007/03/palavras-para-qu-i-just-know-your-lifes.html' title=''/><author><name>Kiki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16759306602577580370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_I7sO8yAo00s/SGAop6r4dVI/AAAAAAAAAUg/R4su813K3Jo/S220/P6100388_wall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37193823.post-5806770582221219510</id><published>2007-02-11T17:17:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-31T20:50:56.999+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Só rir'/><title type='text'>Para rir mais um bocado</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Só tenho a dizer: ao menos a senhora não desistiu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed width="430" height="389" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://s103.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vid103.photobucket.com/albums/m144/Maria-JF/blog/woman_filling_gas.flv"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37193823-5806770582221219510?l=bad-girls-go-everywhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bad-girls-go-everywhere.blogspot.com/feeds/5806770582221219510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37193823&amp;postID=5806770582221219510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37193823/posts/default/5806770582221219510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37193823/posts/default/5806770582221219510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bad-girls-go-everywhere.blogspot.com/2007/02/para-rir-mais-um-bocado.html' title='Para rir mais um bocado'/><author><name>Kiki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16759306602577580370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_I7sO8yAo00s/SGAop6r4dVI/AAAAAAAAAUg/R4su813K3Jo/S220/P6100388_wall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37193823.post-7535058656091329797</id><published>2007-02-02T18:51:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-02T19:10:24.592Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trivialidades'/><title type='text'>O nome do meu vizinho é melhor do que o meu?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Quantas vezes nos queixamos que não gostamos do nosso nome, tão carinhosamente escolhido pelos nossos pais. Na maioria dos casos, apenas porque se trata de um nome comum como Maria, Ana, João ou Manuel. Pois é, mas há pessoas que realmente têm motivos para se queixar do gosto dos seus pais (nesses casos, mau gosto, provavelmente aliado a alguma insanidade mental). Assim, vou aqui deixar uma pequena lista com algumas preciosidades, que farão com que as Marias e Manuéis deste país até fiquem contentes por terem um nome normal, o qual não provoca riso, espanto ou vontade de fazer piadinha:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Escolástica;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Remate;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Zuzélia;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Lomelino;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Edelmira;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Romina;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Deocliciano Olindino;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Titolívio;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Janulia;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Petra Anastácia;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Susimumia;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Alberto Telesforo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Aecia;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Marquilia;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hisbelo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Firmelinda;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Eurizanda;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Panfilo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Alvuriel;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Armenvilio;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Estelino;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Fifito Albino;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Segismunda;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Zuraide Zulema;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and the last, but not de least: Circuncisão (sim, há uma pessoa no mundo que se chama assim!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;:)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37193823-7535058656091329797?l=bad-girls-go-everywhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bad-girls-go-everywhere.blogspot.com/feeds/7535058656091329797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37193823&amp;postID=7535058656091329797' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37193823/posts/default/7535058656091329797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37193823/posts/default/7535058656091329797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bad-girls-go-everywhere.blogspot.com/2007/02/o-nome-do-meu-vizinho-melhor-do-que-o.html' title='O nome do meu vizinho é melhor do que o meu?'/><author><name>Kuke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14396213169353631195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-yUvz9fCrU/SPEBpfYOH9I/AAAAAAAAADY/SGmuQfK5m0U/S220/Workshop+Surf+8-11-2006+075.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37193823.post-1024614406511093540</id><published>2006-12-30T20:22:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-30T20:49:10.339Z</updated><title type='text'>2006 está a acabar...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mais um ano que termina, não tendo sido um dos melhores, com alguns dias mais tristes e mais cinzentos, teve momentos muito bons, surpresas muito agradáveis e a realização de alguns sonhos e objectivos. Sem dúvida, melhor que o ano anterior. Por isso, para o ano que chega desejo que os momentos menos bons sejam em número reduzido e os muito bons sejam imensos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;FELIZ 2007!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;May all your dreams come true.&lt;/em&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/37193823-1024614406511093540?l=bad-girls-go-everywhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bad-girls-go-everywhere.blogspot.com/feeds/1024614406511093540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37193823&amp;postID=1024614406511093540' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37193823/posts/default/1024614406511093540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37193823/posts/default/1024614406511093540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bad-girls-go-everywhere.blogspot.com/2006/12/2006-est-acabar.html' title='2006 está a acabar...'/><author><name>Kuke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14396213169353631195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-yUvz9fCrU/SPEBpfYOH9I/AAAAAAAAADY/SGmuQfK5m0U/S220/Workshop+Surf+8-11-2006+075.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37193823.post-4734886909928795430</id><published>2006-12-22T21:58:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-22T22:29:10.591Z</updated><title type='text'>Merry Xmas!!!</title><content type='html'>Queria escrever uma mensagem original e engraçada, mas como o Pai Natal não existe, decidi não arriscar tal coisa. Assim, apenas vos deixo este cartoon do nosso amigo de fato vermelho e da sua companheira. &lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FELIZ NATAL!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-yUvz9fCrU/RYxZyu2Cn6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/5EM44jWLjqI/s1600-h/cmas56.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011479213459546018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-yUvz9fCrU/RYxZyu2Cn6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/5EM44jWLjqI/s320/cmas56.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;           Ho!Ho!Ho!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;PS: cuidado com os triglicéridos...Eles andam aí!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/37193823-4734886909928795430?l=bad-girls-go-everywhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bad-girls-go-everywhere.blogspot.com/feeds/4734886909928795430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37193823&amp;postID=4734886909928795430' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37193823/posts/default/4734886909928795430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37193823/posts/default/4734886909928795430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bad-girls-go-everywhere.blogspot.com/2006/12/merry-xmas.html' title='Merry Xmas!!!'/><author><name>Kuke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14396213169353631195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-yUvz9fCrU/SPEBpfYOH9I/AAAAAAAAADY/SGmuQfK5m0U/S220/Workshop+Surf+8-11-2006+075.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-yUvz9fCrU/RYxZyu2Cn6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/5EM44jWLjqI/s72-c/cmas56.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37193823.post-116500459497911875</id><published>2006-12-01T20:10:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-01T20:42:41.653Z</updated><title type='text'>Para rir!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Recebi um email do amigo desaparecido (é bom ter surpresas boas de vez em quando...) e quero que se riam e se deliciem como eu!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed width="430" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://s103.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vid103.photobucket.com/albums/m144/Maria-JF/blog/adikcute.flv"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37193823-116500459497911875?l=bad-girls-go-everywhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bad-girls-go-everywhere.blogspot.com/feeds/116500459497911875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37193823&amp;postID=116500459497911875' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37193823/posts/default/116500459497911875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37193823/posts/default/116500459497911875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bad-girls-go-everywhere.blogspot.com/2006/12/para-rir.html' title='Para rir!!'/><author><name>Kiki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16759306602577580370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_I7sO8yAo00s/SGAop6r4dVI/AAAAAAAAAUg/R4su813K3Jo/S220/P6100388_wall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37193823.post-116431376164587472</id><published>2006-11-23T18:16:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-23T20:29:21.706Z</updated><title type='text'>Aos meus amigos...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ando zangada com o mundo (acho que ele também não anda propriamente simpático comigo)...não com vocês. Desculpem se chego com má cara ou se sou brusca por motivos insignificantes, não é por vocês (nem por ir trabalhar com vocês) e vocês não o merecem. Antes pelo contrário, têm-me ajudado, e muito, nesta procura, não sei bem do quê, motivada por esta insatisfação e intraquilidade, que parecem não terminar, aumentando sem controlo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ajudam-me quando não me deixam dizer a palavra desistir, quando me fazem rir e esquecer que me apetecia chorar, quando me dão carinho e fazem esquecer o cansaço, quando dizem "não te esqueças que tens um lindo sorriso, sorri!" se este teima em não aparecer, quando não permitem que eu me esqueça da minha capacidade e das minhas qualidades.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;São a minha companhia nesta viagem que, por vezes, me parece tão longa e tão solitária.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Com cada um de vocês aprendi, e continuo a aprender, coisas novas todos dias, tanto nos momentos de alegria como nos momentos em que a vida não foi, de todo, justa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Não queria que a minha falta de jeito para expressar o que sinto me impedisse de o fazer, por isso deixo aqui estas palavras.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;...Obrigada! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&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/37193823-116431376164587472?l=bad-girls-go-everywhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bad-girls-go-everywhere.blogspot.com/feeds/116431376164587472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37193823&amp;postID=116431376164587472' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37193823/posts/default/116431376164587472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37193823/posts/default/116431376164587472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bad-girls-go-everywhere.blogspot.com/2006/11/aos-meus-amigos.html' title='Aos meus amigos...'/><author><name>Kuke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14396213169353631195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-yUvz9fCrU/SPEBpfYOH9I/AAAAAAAAADY/SGmuQfK5m0U/S220/Workshop+Surf+8-11-2006+075.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37193823.post-116320565469487376</id><published>2006-11-11T00:37:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-11T00:47:29.653Z</updated><title type='text'>My Immortal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;É estranho como uma mesma música pode ter um significado, e quando acontece alguma coisa passa a ter um significado diferente... mas ainda assim, muito intenso...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não há palavras que eu consiga utilizar para expressar o que sinto... ou como me sinto devastada... mas esta música consegue tocar nalgumas coisas que me assombram a alma...Talvez ninguém entenda à mesma...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas é tudo tão overwhelming (nem consigo encontrar uma palavra em português para traduzir...) ... é tudo tão incompreensível... tão inconcebível...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fica a letra... para os que conseguirem tentar entender...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2402/4186/1600/e5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2402/4186/320/e5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Evanescence&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Immortal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so tired of being here&lt;br /&gt;Suppressed by all of my childish fears&lt;br /&gt;And if you have to leave&lt;br /&gt;I wish that you would just leave&lt;br /&gt;Because your presence still lingers here&lt;br /&gt;And it won't leave me alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These wounds won't seem to heal&lt;br /&gt;This pain is just too real&lt;br /&gt;There's just too much that time cannot erase&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you cried i'd wipe away all of your tears&lt;br /&gt;When you'd scream i'd fight away all of your fears&lt;br /&gt;And i've held your hand through all of these years&lt;br /&gt;But you still have all of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You used to captivate me&lt;br /&gt;By your resonating light&lt;br /&gt;But now i'm bound by the life you left behind&lt;br /&gt;Your face it haunts my once pleasant dreams&lt;br /&gt;Your voice it chased away all the sanity in me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These wounds won't seem to heal&lt;br /&gt;This pain is just too real&lt;br /&gt;There's just too much that time cannot erase&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you cried i'd wipe away all of your tears&lt;br /&gt;When you'd scream i'd fight away all of your fears&lt;br /&gt;And i've held your hand through all of these years&lt;br /&gt;But you still have all of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've tried so hard to tell myself that you're gone&lt;br /&gt;But though you're still with me&lt;br /&gt;I've been alone all along&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you cried i'd wipe away all of your tears&lt;br /&gt;When you'd scream i'd fight away all of your fears&lt;br /&gt;And i've held your hand through all of these years&lt;br /&gt;But you still have all of me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ashes and dust... There is no way out...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37193823-116320565469487376?l=bad-girls-go-everywhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bad-girls-go-everywhere.blogspot.com/feeds/116320565469487376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37193823&amp;postID=116320565469487376' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37193823/posts/default/116320565469487376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37193823/posts/default/116320565469487376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bad-girls-go-everywhere.blogspot.com/2006/11/my-immortal_11.html' title='My Immortal'/><author><name>Scorpio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01067151027394653525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8kU7QyKnztg/SYEDlRyAnHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/znawRF4No1k/S220/e5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37193823.post-116302056990993092</id><published>2006-11-08T21:13:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-08T21:16:09.916Z</updated><title type='text'>Surfin'... Costa da Caparica!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Foi sem dúvida uma das melhores tardes dos últimos tempos. O mar pequenino mas sempre tão lindo, o céu com algumas nuvens que nem por isso nos demoveram do que tínhamos ido fazer, a praia deserta o que significa ninguém (para além das nossas ‘partners in crime’) para nos ver cair over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;Mas esta última parte não interessa. Não interessa porque éramos nós, as pranchas e as ondas. Não havia mais nada.&lt;br /&gt;“…até as forças faltarem, mesmo quando se sente que elas já não existem.” Sem dúvida alguma, conta ir até ao fim, conta não desistir. E mesmo quando achávamos que já não tínhamos mais força, que já não conseguíamos remar nem mais uma braçada, eis que a vontade chega e vence. Não havia força, mas queríamos tentar de novo, como se todas as quedas não nos tivessem abalado. E não abalaram, na verdade, deram-nos mais força ainda, mais ânimo para continuar, para não desistir.&lt;br /&gt;É assim que a vida deve ser, o importante é não desistir, mesmo quando parece que o corpo já não aguenta mais nada.&lt;br /&gt;Incrível como a vida pode ser igual a apanhar uma onda…&lt;br /&gt;Às minhas partners in crime…&lt;br /&gt;Venham mais como esta, I’m ready!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Boas ondas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Susy, posta fotos!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37193823-116302056990993092?l=bad-girls-go-everywhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bad-girls-go-everywhere.blogspot.com/feeds/116302056990993092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37193823&amp;postID=116302056990993092' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37193823/posts/default/116302056990993092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37193823/posts/default/116302056990993092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bad-girls-go-everywhere.blogspot.com/2006/11/surfin-costa-da-caparica.html' title='Surfin&apos;... Costa da Caparica!'/><author><name>Kiki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16759306602577580370</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_I7sO8yAo00s/SGAop6r4dVI/AAAAAAAAAUg/R4su813K3Jo/S220/P6100388_wall.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37193823.post-116301869097797132</id><published>2006-11-08T19:46:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-10T22:11:05.136Z</updated><title type='text'>Surf - the beginning</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Em primeiro lugar, tenho de admitir que este não era para ser o meu primeiro post, mas depois da tarde de hoje, conclui que os assuntos mais tristes podem ser escritos noutro dia. É óbvio que a minha primeira experiência no surf passou a ser mais importante. Foi lindo!! Ali, no mar, na imensidão do oceano, só existimos nós, a nossa prancha e as ondas. Numa tentativa constante de travar amizade com elas, de as acompanhar no final da sua viagem, com destino à praia. Nada mais importa, nada mais interessa, apenas queremos jogar com as nossas "amigas", apenas queremos alcançar o nosso objectivo, até as forças faltarem, mesmo quando se sente que elas já não existem. Ali, sem dúvida, fui a "Queen of my world", só dependia de mim... Que lindo fim de tarde, que mar maravilhoso, que lindo pôr de sol...Adorei, que mais posso dizer?Mais nada, as palavras não chegam. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2705/4173/1600/Workshop%20Surf%208-11-2006%20052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2705/4173/320/Workshop%20Surf%208-11-2006%20052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                        Lá andamos nós na nossa bela aventura nas ondas!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2705/4173/1600/Workshop%20Surf%208-11-2006%20073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2705/4173/320/Workshop%20Surf%208-11-2006%20073.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;                                                    O lindo pôr de sol. Maravilhoso!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aloha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mar,&lt;br /&gt;Metade da minha alma é feita de maresia"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Sophia de Mello Breyner Andersen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37193823-116301869097797132?l=bad-girls-go-everywhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bad-girls-go-everywhere.blogspot.com/feeds/116301869097797132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37193823&amp;postID=116301869097797132' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37193823/posts/default/116301869097797132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37193823/posts/default/116301869097797132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bad-girls-go-everywhere.blogspot.com/2006/11/surf-beginning.html' title='Surf - the beginning'/><author><name>Kuke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14396213169353631195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V-yUvz9fCrU/SPEBpfYOH9I/AAAAAAAAADY/SGmuQfK5m0U/S220/Workshop+Surf+8-11-2006+075.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37193823.post-116291154235164737</id><published>2006-11-07T14:49:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-07T15:19:09.440Z</updated><title type='text'>I guess this is goodbye...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Simplesmente não consigo entender... Porquê? Porque é que me deixaste... porque é que já não me queres?... Dói tanto que já não me queiras... Porque é que desististe de nós? E tudo o que eu fiz... tudo o que eu disse... tudo o que eu sinto...já nada tem significado para ti... Não consigo deixar-te partir do meu coração... Gostava de poder não sentir mais nada... pelo menos não sentia que já nada faz sentido sem ti... sem o teu amor... sem o teu calor... sem a minha esperança... Já não sentia que não há mais nada para além de ti... Já não sentia o meu coração destruído e a minha alma trespassada... Já não magoava assim...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sinto-me vazia sem ti...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entendo que te amo... e que já não gostes de mim, talvez... e que me deixaste por uma razão que não tem nada a ver comigo... e que eu não consigo aceitar... Aceito que não estejas bem... que a tua situação é horrivel...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mas não entendo o porquê de isso ser razão para me deixares... e para deixares de gostar de mim... talvez... E para me afastares da tua vida... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I guess this is goodbye... Mas eu nunca quis dizer adeus... I can't let you go...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37193823-116291154235164737?l=bad-girls-go-everywhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bad-girls-go-everywhere.blogspot.com/feeds/116291154235164737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37193823&amp;postID=116291154235164737' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37193823/posts/default/116291154235164737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37193823/posts/default/116291154235164737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bad-girls-go-everywhere.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-guess-this-is-goodbye.html' title='I guess this is goodbye...'/><author><name>Scorpio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01067151027394653525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8kU7QyKnztg/SYEDlRyAnHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/znawRF4No1k/S220/e5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
