<?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-10966982</id><updated>2012-02-01T11:25:30.033Z</updated><category term='musica'/><category term='OST'/><category term='New Moon'/><title type='text'>Free your mind...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fightergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10966982/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fightergirl.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10966982/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15720285423136872227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>386</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10966982.post-1384784383109954603</id><published>2011-08-25T13:57:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T14:27:17.936+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fear of Zero</title><content type='html'>From the Muppet Show - The Fear of Zero&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Late, late at night,&lt;br /&gt;The world sleeps...&lt;br /&gt;And I am here alone,&lt;br /&gt;And here I come some nights&lt;br /&gt;To confront my fears.&lt;br /&gt;They're here, my fears.&lt;br /&gt;They are always with me,&lt;br /&gt;Lurking, scurrying, hiding and waiting.&lt;br /&gt;They come!&lt;br /&gt;And they go.&lt;br /&gt;But though they are gone,&lt;br /&gt;They are never far.&lt;br /&gt;And here, alone at night,&lt;br /&gt;I can confront them.&lt;br /&gt;There they are, confronted fears!&lt;br /&gt;Fears of hunger, fears of pain... Ow!&lt;br /&gt;Fears of missing the last train.&lt;br /&gt;Fear of dentists always drilling,&lt;br /&gt;Fear that no one will be willing&lt;br /&gt;To see me as I know I really am.&lt;br /&gt;Once they are counted and compelled,&lt;br /&gt;They can quickly be dispelled.&lt;br /&gt;Like figments of my own imagination.&lt;br /&gt;But always...&lt;br /&gt;There are other fears.&lt;br /&gt;Fears of snakes, fears of cats,&lt;br /&gt;Fears of maitre d's and rats.&lt;br /&gt;An irrational black terror&lt;br /&gt;That someday I may get fat.&lt;br /&gt;Fear of elevators falling&lt;br /&gt;And the taxman someday calling&lt;br /&gt;And the accidental walling of myself&lt;br /&gt;Up inside a clammy, dank old dingy cellar,&lt;br /&gt;Where the spiders weave around my tummy,&lt;br /&gt;And the worms and bugs and crawly things&lt;br /&gt;Squirm and squiggle at me person.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I love it!&lt;br /&gt;Once they are counted and compelled,&lt;br /&gt;They can quickly be dispelled.&lt;br /&gt;But then...&lt;br /&gt;There are other fears.&lt;br /&gt;Fears of bullets, there's a dread.&lt;br /&gt;Fear of baldness on the head.&lt;br /&gt;Fear of waking up one morning&lt;br /&gt;To discover that you are dead.&lt;br /&gt;Once they are counted and compelled,&lt;br /&gt;They can quickly be dispelled.&lt;br /&gt;Like figments of my own imagination.&lt;br /&gt;Then there is the last fear,&lt;br /&gt;Just about the time when I'm past fear.&lt;br /&gt;The one that really is final.&lt;br /&gt;It will come yours... and mine'll.&lt;br /&gt;In the darkest of the night,&lt;br /&gt;It will come without a fight.&lt;br /&gt;It will count me and compel me,&lt;br /&gt;It will casually dispell me&lt;br /&gt;For I am just a figment&lt;br /&gt;Of its own imagination. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://youtu.be/qxb1P9-8pT0&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10966982-1384784383109954603?l=fightergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.muppetcentral.com/forum/threads/fears-of-zero-transcript-anyone.36670/' title='The Fear of Zero'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fightergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1384784383109954603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10966982&amp;postID=1384784383109954603' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10966982/posts/default/1384784383109954603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10966982/posts/default/1384784383109954603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fightergirl.blogspot.com/2011/08/fear-of-zero.html' title='The Fear of Zero'/><author><name>A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15720285423136872227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10966982.post-4378723842703761017</id><published>2011-03-08T22:56:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-03-08T22:56:07.101Z</updated><title type='text'>It's Women's Day again</title><content type='html'>unfortunately, it's a still a day that must be marked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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Dessas quê?" Perguntei eu com um sorriso amarelo e meio sem reacção, completamente surpreendida pela familiaridade do meu colega logo pela manhã.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dessas mulheres que recusam ajuda 'Ah e tal não preciso que homem nenhum faça nada por mim'. É que se alguém me vê de mãos a abanar quem fica mal sou eu", disse ele a sorrir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Credo! Não! Que coisa horrível de se dizer!" disse eu num tom mais estridente e nervoso do que queria. "Toma," respondi-lhe passando-lhe a palete, meio assustada com o meu som histérico "não quero que fiques mal visto por minha causa. E bem pelo contrário, agradeço. Só não estou... habituada.", confessei. "Cavalheiros são cada vez mais difíceis de encontrar", justifiquei-me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tens de mudar de companhias, então" E eis que o elevador se abriu no nosso patamar, onde estavam umas 10 pessoas à roda da máquina do café para a 'dose' matinal. "Estás a ver?" Riu-se ele "Olha só a vergonha que eu passava agora."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ri-me. E continuei a rir-me, dos nervos, até para não ter de dizer mais nada, enquanto ele acartava a palete até à minha secretária. "Obrigada" disse, vermelha até às orelhas. "Sempre às ordens" E lá foi ele para o seu lugar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto metia a palete debaixo da secretária, fiquei a pensar quando me tornei 'numa dessas'… &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sim, porque foi ser confrontada com esse facto ainda antes do café matinal que me deixou completamente constrangida.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Que lhe podia ter dito? “Ora que remédio, se tivesse à espera que homem algum fizesse alguma coisa por mim as mobílias da minha casa estavam por montar” ou “Se eu não acartar com as compras para casa, elas não sobem a escadas sozinhas”?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;O facto é que os meus amigos e a grande maioria dos meus colegas são cavalheiros. Já há alguns anos que não tenho razões de queixa. Será da idade (deles)? &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(da minha?) Foi sem segundas intenções que mais do que uma vez me ajudaram a tirar coisas de armários altos, ajudaram a montar equipamentos quando o que tinha pedido era apenas uma chave de fendas, que me ajudaram a levar coisas quando eu venho das salas de reunião a equilibrar papeis, telemóveis, canetas e a Sigg em cima do portátil, de saltos. Que me dão prioridade nas portas e me tiram o café quando estamos na fila na máquina. E haviam de ver a minha cara de parva –sim, de parva! – quando um colega se ofereceu, agarrando acto contínuo a minha mala Sports Billy, para eu vestir o casaco. É d’homem!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Bem, acho que afinal não sou (muito) “uma dessas”… Mas às vezes tenho de ser. Porque, afinal de contas, as compras não sobem as escadas sozinhas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10966982-5649789509673476989?l=fightergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fightergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5649789509673476989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10966982&amp;postID=5649789509673476989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10966982/posts/default/5649789509673476989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10966982/posts/default/5649789509673476989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fightergirl.blogspot.com/2010/09/nao-me-digas-que-es-uma-dessas.html' title='&quot;Não me digas que és uma dessas...&quot;'/><author><name>A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15720285423136872227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10966982.post-6248873062163416248</id><published>2010-09-18T21:02:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-18T21:22:16.060+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O Desafio V</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's time, It's time!,&lt;/span&gt; diria a Alice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Está na altura d'O Desafio recomeçar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onde fui buscar a motivação?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não foi à roupa que ainda me está apertada. Talvez um pouco ao receio de não caber no casaco de inverno que adoro que comprei o ano passado quando vestia um número a baixo. Mas nem por isso. É que com o bronze que ainda tenho das férias, e com o corte de cabelo novo, não posso negar: sinto-me roliça mas gira!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A motivação fui buscá-la ao risco de saúde.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Devo dizer que a pouco mais de 6 meses de passar a barreira que me leva de trintinha a trintona, não me posso dar ao luxo de ter, há mais de 6 meses, colesterol na casa dos 220-240. É que faço as asneiras, mas vou mirando as consequências mês a mês. E nem o sumo da beringela me leva abaixo da marca dos 200.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sei que não estou obesa. Não fosse só isto ser só confiança a mais, verifiquei que consegui descer para o percentil de IMC que me põe no apenas no "ligeiro excesso de peso" após perder o 1,5kg das férias, ganho a gelados, sobremesas, e quantidades proibitivas de massa sovada da Horta (ai Praia do Norte, que és a minha desgraça...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou melhor do joelho, quase boa ao que me parece, e consegui aumentar a carga e a velocidade da elíptica. E o resultado foi conseguir baixar 16pontos de colesterol numa semana. Tomo cuidado com o que como. Mas não chega.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não tarda tenho análises para fazer, e já sei que vou passar a tomar os comprimidos para baixar o colesterol. Porque a genética é mais forte que o cuidado ou o exercício ou a força de vontade. E a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;patine &lt;/span&gt;que deve estar a cobrir a parece das artérias de forma acumulada está a tornar-me numa bomba relógio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É que apesar desta carinha laroca, não vou para nova...&lt;br /&gt;E quem fez esta não faz outra...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se eu não cuidar de mim, quem cuidará?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To be continued...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10966982-6248873062163416248?l=fightergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fightergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6248873062163416248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10966982&amp;postID=6248873062163416248' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10966982/posts/default/6248873062163416248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10966982/posts/default/6248873062163416248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fightergirl.blogspot.com/2010/09/o-desafio-v.html' title='O Desafio V'/><author><name>A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15720285423136872227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10966982.post-2517265197472284386</id><published>2010-04-08T23:02:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T23:44:41.639+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O Desafio IV</title><content type='html'>Desafio? Qual desafio?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah aquele que tinha antes do Natal, com o Ano Novo em mente?&lt;br /&gt;Ah e tal... foi com os porcos. :-P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bem, com os porcos, não foi bem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como diz uma colega minha: o chocolate não engorda; quem engorda é você.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ao contrário do Natal de 2008, em que até perdi peso, talvez à conta das horas pendurada no computador a ler a saga "Twilight" de enfiada que até me esquecia de comer, este ano as guloseimas de Natal fizeram efeito. + 1,5kg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claro que podia ter "atinado" em Janeiro, mas apanhei  pitiriase rosada e durante cinco longas semanas senti que o Monstro da Lagoa Negra era meu parente próximo, de tão "escamuda" e "bicho do pantano" estava do pescoço para baixo. E sem poder ir para o ginásio naquele estado e a sentir-me horrorosa, quem foi o amigo de todas as horas?  O... (vá, todos juntos!) CHO-CO-LA-TE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preto, 70%, 60%, de leite com amendôas, em Twix, M&amp;amp;M...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu não gosto de Pringles mas para mim o chocolate é como elas: quando faço pop, já não há stop. E até desaparecerem as manchas todas, Fevereiro foi o mês do chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resultado: +2,5kg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grande total: 4 kgs recuperados.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E o que fiz em Março?&lt;br /&gt;Não recuperei mais peso apesar da Páscoa :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que faço em Abril? Regressei ao ginásio e à eliptica e ao fim de uma semana "lixei" o joelho outra vez e toca a parar de novo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A boa notícia é que como está mais calor não me deu para ir aos chocolates. Derretem-se :-P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noutra altura estaria a arrancar os cabelos, por não poder ir ao  ginasio, por não poder ir para a eliptica, por me custar a andar. Estou  preocupada por me custar a andar mas... decidi não me stressar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dieta? Ando a ver se me lembro onde meti a inspiração. Alguém  a viu?&lt;br /&gt;"Ah e tal a roupa não serve, que chatice, tenho de ir comprar roupa nova um número acima" não me está a chatear assim tanto... Devia, não?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É que há tanta coisa boa para viver e planear, privações e stress, "não me parece".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preferia não ter recuperado o peso? Claro. Tal como preferia ganhar qualquer coisa no Euromilhões, que lá por jogar também não me sai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dieta? Depois logo penso nisso. Lá para mais para o Verão. :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10966982-2517265197472284386?l=fightergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fightergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2517265197472284386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10966982&amp;postID=2517265197472284386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10966982/posts/default/2517265197472284386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10966982/posts/default/2517265197472284386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fightergirl.blogspot.com/2010/04/o-desafio-iv.html' title='O Desafio IV'/><author><name>A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15720285423136872227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10966982.post-6167310878364356438</id><published>2009-11-08T22:53:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-11-08T23:22:47.587Z</updated><title type='text'>O Desafio V</title><content type='html'>A minha dieta, continua, tal como todas as vezes que meti na cabeça perder peso, a avançar aos bochechos. O espírito espartano não me assenta bem. Faço dieta por hedonismo e não por sacrifício, porque gosto do resultado, porque gosto das comidas do regime alimentar, porque gosto do exercício, sempre gostei aliás. Mas como às vezes outros prazeres se apresentam mais apelativos, e não vejo a dor como um objectivo a ultrapassar, como o que fura a dieta do dia e arruina o esforço de uma semana inteira, cedo ao calor da cama e ao descanso de mais 10 min sob o edredon de manhã em vez de os ir queimar para a elíptica, ou ao fascinio de um livro lido no sofá em vez do tapete, da bola para os abdominais e do elástico de resistência.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou também uma doente mimada. Paro o exercício quando estou doente, e bebo o chá com mel à noite com a impunidade de um político corrupto: vê-se o crime na falta de resultados.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já por essa razãp, agora vejo, nos idos dos meus 20 anos, demorei 2 anos a perder 15kg, que facilmente alguém mais estoico teria perdido, com o metabolismo maravilhoso que tinha na altura, em 6 meses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por isso não me queixo, embora amue, que não tenha descido um grama nas últimas 2 semanas.&lt;br /&gt;Ou quase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O meu peso começa finalmente, graças ao bom comportamento da última semana, a pisar a fronteira intransponível.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O tamanho da roupa oscila cada vez mais na direcção do objectivado -1, embora esteja ainda longe da estabilidade e conforto procurados. E a balança, que não dá meios kilos, oscila para baixo, em direcção ao peso mítico dos meus 22 anos. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tentei antecipar o meu objectivo, mas as 2 semanas de atraso foram o atraso derradeiro. Só por milagre perderia os 2,5kg nos próximos 17 dias. É possivel - mas altamente improvável. Terei de me contentar com o objectivo inicial de 31 de Dezembro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas não me importa. Não verdadeiramente. Porque a vida é curta. E o que importa mesmo é ser feliz um bocadinho todos os dias. :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10966982-6167310878364356438?l=fightergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fightergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6167310878364356438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10966982&amp;postID=6167310878364356438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10966982/posts/default/6167310878364356438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10966982/posts/default/6167310878364356438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fightergirl.blogspot.com/2009/11/o-desafio-v.html' title='O Desafio V'/><author><name>A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15720285423136872227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10966982.post-242966312280819743</id><published>2009-11-08T22:51:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-11-08T22:53:39.787Z</updated><title type='text'>O meu vizinho</title><content type='html'>Hoje fui ver quem mora ao lado do meu blog de incongruências.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fiquei muito curiosa com o &lt;a href="http://bigodedechocolate.blogspot.com/"&gt;Bigode de Chocolate&lt;/a&gt; que mora no número à frente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acho que o vou visitar mais vezes :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10966982-242966312280819743?l=fightergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10966982.post-5500963927203247145</id><published>2009-11-08T22:47:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-11-08T22:49:54.626Z</updated><title type='text'>Está quase...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mv5yYHX4oOM/SvdK2B--42I/AAAAAAAAAlw/Wm66-3O2jAk/s1600-h/_poster001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401868570160194402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 281px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mv5yYHX4oOM/SvdK2B--42I/AAAAAAAAAlw/Wm66-3O2jAk/s400/_poster001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mal posso esperar.&lt;/div&gt;Vão ser umas longas 2 semanas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mv5yYHX4oOM/SvdK2B--42I/AAAAAAAAAlw/Wm66-3O2jAk/s72-c/_poster001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10966982.post-3983552707288452936</id><published>2009-10-26T10:33:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-10-26T11:30:54.542Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musica'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='OST'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Moon'/><title type='text'>New Moon Rising - Bis(s) zur Mittagsstunde</title><content type='html'>The German OST to "New Moon" has this great song, that it's un  unlikely motivator of my recovered efforts to remember my rudimental German and work on my vocabulary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though, personally, it doesn't "hurt again" (roughly translated &lt;em&gt;Es tut wieder weh, '&lt;/em&gt;It hurts again/still'), this song reflects all that the book "New Moon" by Stephenie Meyer meant to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And why I am forever "Team Jacob" [it's a "Twilight" thing, don't worry if you don't understand] ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladies and Getlemen, I present you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Es tut wieder veh&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jennifer Rostock&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ich trag meine Vergangenheit mit mir rum wie Dreck&lt;br /&gt;Unter den Nägeln und mein Tagebuch widert mich an&lt;br /&gt;Ich zerreis' alle Seiten und versuch zu vergessen, dass ich dich nicht vergessen kann&lt;br /&gt;Meine Gedanken häng' wie Trauerweiden in der Luft&lt;br /&gt;Und die Schwalben fliegen wieder tief&lt;br /&gt;Dann seh ich deine Silhouette am Horizont da war das Monster, das so lange schlief&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bridge 1:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Du tauchst in mein Leben&lt;br /&gt;Und ich spür', wie es sticht&lt;br /&gt;Wie all' meine Hoffnungen an den Worten zerbricht&lt;br /&gt;Du tauchst in mein Leben&lt;br /&gt;Schürst aufs Neue die Glut&lt;br /&gt;Und meine älteste Narbe spuckt wieder Blut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refrain 1:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es tut wieder weh&lt;br /&gt;Es tut wieder weh&lt;br /&gt;Ich will raus hier&lt;br /&gt;Doch ich weiß nicht wie&lt;br /&gt;Es tut wieder weh&lt;br /&gt;Es tut wieder weh&lt;br /&gt;Und mein Stolz geht vor dir auf die Knie&lt;br /&gt;Es tut wieder weh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noch mit den Füßen im Feuer würd' ich schwörn' es ging mir nie besser doch die Lüge ist kein Triumph&lt;br /&gt;Ich verteidige mein Wort schon seit Jahren bis aufs Messer&lt;br /&gt;Doch das Messer wird mir langsam stumpf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bridge 1:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Du tauchst in mein Leben&lt;br /&gt;Und ich spür', wie es sticht&lt;br /&gt;Wie all' meine Hoffnungen an den Worten zerbricht&lt;br /&gt;Du tauchst in mein Leben&lt;br /&gt;Schürst aufs Neue die Glut&lt;br /&gt;Und meine älteste Narbe spuckt wieder Blut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refrain 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es tut wieder weh&lt;br /&gt;Es tut wieder weh&lt;br /&gt;Ich will raus hier&lt;br /&gt;Doch ich weiß nicht wie&lt;br /&gt;Es tut wieder weh&lt;br /&gt;Es tut wieder weh&lt;br /&gt;Und mein Stolz geht vor dir auf die Knie&lt;br /&gt;Es tut wieder weh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refrain 2:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es tut wieder weh&lt;br /&gt;Dieses Verlangen, das ich nicht ertrag&lt;br /&gt;Es tut wieder weh&lt;br /&gt;Es tut wieder weh&lt;br /&gt;Und ich fühl' mich, wie am ersten Tag&lt;br /&gt;Es tut wieder weh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es tut wieder weh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bridge 1:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Du tauchst in mein Leben&lt;br /&gt;Und ich spür', wie es sticht&lt;br /&gt;Wie all' meine Hoffnungen an den Worten zerbricht&lt;br /&gt;Du tauchst in mein Leben&lt;br /&gt;Schürst aufs Neue die Glut&lt;br /&gt;Und meine älteste Narbe spuckt wieder Blut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bridge 2:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Du tauchst in mein Leben&lt;br /&gt;Und mein Leben wird kalt&lt;br /&gt;Und deine Versprechen werden müde und alt&lt;br /&gt;Du tauchst in mein Leben&lt;br /&gt;Und ich spür', wie es sticht&lt;br /&gt;Denn du siehst mich nicht&lt;br /&gt;Oh, du siehst mich nicht&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refrain 1:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es tut wieder weh&lt;br /&gt;Es tut wieder weh&lt;br /&gt;Ich will raus hier&lt;br /&gt;Doch ich weiß nicht wie&lt;br /&gt;Es tut wieder weh&lt;br /&gt;Es tut wieder weh&lt;br /&gt;Und mein Stolz geht vor dir auf die Knie&lt;br /&gt;Es tut wieder weh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refrain 2:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es tut wieder weh&lt;br /&gt;Dieses Verlangen, das ich nicht ertrag&lt;br /&gt;Es tut wieder weh&lt;br /&gt;Es tut wieder weh&lt;br /&gt;Und ich fühl' mich, wie am ersten Tag&lt;br /&gt;Es tut wieder weh (6x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Und ich fühl mich, wie am ersten Tag&lt;br /&gt;Es tut wieder weh &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10966982-3983552707288452936?l=fightergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fightergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3983552707288452936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10966982&amp;postID=3983552707288452936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10966982/posts/default/3983552707288452936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10966982/posts/default/3983552707288452936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fightergirl.blogspot.com/2009/10/new-moon-rising-biss-zur-mittagsstunde.html' title='New Moon 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10966982.post-1051020892187165555</id><published>2009-09-30T19:26:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T18:12:11.000+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything ends...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Meet me on the Equinox&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Death Cab for Cutie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3bgmTkuGd-Y&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3bgmTkuGd-Y&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update: the video was taken down, so here're the lyrics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet me on the Equinox &lt;br /&gt;Meet me half way &lt;br /&gt;When the sun is perched at it's highest peek &lt;br /&gt;In the middle of the day &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me give my love to you &lt;br /&gt;Let me take your hand &lt;br /&gt;As we walk in the dimming light &lt;br /&gt;Or darling understand &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That everything, everything ends &lt;br /&gt;That everything, everything ends &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet me on your best behavior &lt;br /&gt;Meet me at your worst &lt;br /&gt;For there will be no stone unturned &lt;br /&gt;Or bubble left to burst &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me lay beside you, Darling &lt;br /&gt;Let me be your man &lt;br /&gt;And let our bodies intertwine &lt;br /&gt;But always understand &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That everything, everything ends &lt;br /&gt;That everything, everything ends &lt;br /&gt;That everything, everything, everything ends &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A window &lt;br /&gt;An opened tomb &lt;br /&gt;The sun crawls &lt;br /&gt;Across your bedroom &lt;br /&gt;A halo &lt;br /&gt;A waiting room &lt;br /&gt;Your last breaths &lt;br /&gt;Moving through you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As everything, everything ends &lt;br /&gt;As everything, everything ends &lt;br /&gt;As everything, everything, everything &lt;br /&gt;Everything, everything, everything ends &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet me on the Equinox &lt;br /&gt;Meet me half way &lt;br /&gt;When the sun is perched at it's highest peek &lt;br /&gt;In the middle of the day &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me give my love to you &lt;br /&gt;Let me take your hand &lt;br /&gt;As we walk in the dimming light &lt;br /&gt;Or darling understand &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That everything, everything ends&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10966982-1051020892187165555?l=fightergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10966982.post-4150706745498112411</id><published>2009-08-24T22:46:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T22:53:41.938+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ando a ouvir... / Latelly I'm listening to.... V</title><content type='html'>and while I'm at it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If U Seek Amy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Britney Spears&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IJ0nqxXxKxM&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IJ0nqxXxKxM&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La la la lala la la la &lt;br /&gt;La la la lala la la la &lt;br /&gt;La la la lala la la la &lt;br /&gt;La la la lala la la la &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby, baby &lt;br /&gt;Have you seen Amy tonight? &lt;br /&gt;Is she in the bathroom ? &lt;br /&gt;Is she smokin' up outside?&lt;br /&gt;Oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby, baby &lt;br /&gt;Does she take a piece of lime &lt;br /&gt;For the drink that Imma buy her &lt;br /&gt;Do you know just what she likes?&lt;br /&gt;Oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Oh &lt;br /&gt;Tell me have you seen her &lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'm so-oh&lt;br /&gt;I can't get her off of my brain &lt;br /&gt;I just want to go to the party she gon' go &lt;br /&gt;Can somebody take me home &lt;br /&gt;Haha hehe haha ho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love me hate me &lt;br /&gt;Say what you want about me &lt;br /&gt;But all of the boys and all of the girls are beggin' to if u seek Amy&lt;br /&gt;Love me hate me &lt;br /&gt;But can't you see what I see &lt;br /&gt;All of the boys and all of the girls are beggin' to If u seek Amy &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amy told me that she's gonna meet me up &lt;br /&gt;I don't know where or when&lt;br /&gt;And now they're closing up the club&lt;br /&gt;Oh&lt;br /&gt;I've seen her once or twice before she knows my face &lt;br /&gt;But it's hard to see&lt;br /&gt;With all the people standing in the way&lt;br /&gt;Oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Oh &lt;br /&gt;Tell me have you seen her &lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'm so-oh&lt;br /&gt;I can't get her off of my brain &lt;br /&gt;I just want to go to the party she gon' go &lt;br /&gt;Can somebody take me home &lt;br /&gt;Haha hehe haha ho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love me hate me &lt;br /&gt;Say what you want about me &lt;br /&gt;But all of the boys and all of the girls are beggin' to if u seek Amy&lt;br /&gt;Love me hate me &lt;br /&gt;But can't you see what I see &lt;br /&gt;All of the boys and all of the girls are beggin' to If u seek Amy &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh &lt;br /&gt;Say what you want about me &lt;br /&gt;Oh &lt;br /&gt;But can't you see what I see &lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;Say what you want about me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tell me if you've seen her (do we know what she was wearing and what she was like?) &lt;br /&gt;Cause I've been waiting here forever (do we know if she was going out all night?) &lt;br /&gt;Oh baby baby &lt;br /&gt;If u seek Amy tonight &lt;br /&gt;Oh &lt;br /&gt;Oh baby baby &lt;br /&gt;We'll do whatever you like &lt;br /&gt;Oh baby baby baby &lt;br /&gt;Oh baby baby baby &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La la la lala la la la &lt;br /&gt;La la la lala la la la &lt;br /&gt;La la la lala la la la &lt;br /&gt;La la la lala la la la &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love me hate me &lt;br /&gt;Say what you want about me (Say what ya want about me!) &lt;br /&gt;But all of the boys and all of the girls are beggin' to if u seek Amy &lt;br /&gt;Love me hate me &lt;br /&gt;But can't you seek what I see &lt;br /&gt;All of the boys and all of the girls are begging to if u seek Amy&lt;br /&gt;Love me hate me &lt;br /&gt;Say what you want about me (yeah) &lt;br /&gt;Yeah &lt;br /&gt;Love me hate me &lt;br /&gt;But can't you see what I see &lt;br /&gt;All of the boys and all of the girls are beggin' to if u seek Amy &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh (love me hate me) &lt;br /&gt;Say what you want about me &lt;br /&gt;Oh &lt;br /&gt;But can't you see what I see (love me hate me) &lt;br /&gt;Yeah Say what you want about me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of the boys and all of the girls are beggin' to if u seek Amy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10966982-4150706745498112411?l=fightergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fightergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4150706745498112411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10966982&amp;postID=4150706745498112411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10966982/posts/default/4150706745498112411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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V'/><author><name>A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15720285423136872227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10966982.post-5645914549866309611</id><published>2009-08-24T22:27:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T22:42:56.390+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ando a ouvir... / Latelly I'm listening to.... IV</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Womanizer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Britney Spears&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lu8juMHJ-vI&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lu8juMHJ-vI&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Superstar&lt;br /&gt;Where you from, how's it going?&lt;br /&gt;I know you&lt;br /&gt;Gotta clue, what you're doing?&lt;br /&gt;You can play brand new to all the other chicks out here&lt;br /&gt;But I know what you are, what you are, baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at you&lt;br /&gt;Gettin' more than just re-up&lt;br /&gt;Baby, you&lt;br /&gt;Got all the puppets with their strings up&lt;br /&gt;Fakin' like a good one, but I call 'em like I see 'em&lt;br /&gt;I know what you are, what you are, baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Womanizer&lt;br /&gt;Woman-Womanizer&lt;br /&gt;You're a womanizer&lt;br /&gt;Oh Womanizer&lt;br /&gt;Oh You're a Womanizer Baby&lt;br /&gt;You, You You Are&lt;br /&gt;You, You You Are&lt;br /&gt;Womanizer, Womanizer, Womanizer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy don't try to front I (I) know just (just) what you are (are are)&lt;br /&gt;Boy don't try to front I (I) know just (just) what you are (are are)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You Got Me Goin'&lt;br /&gt;You're Oh-So Charmin'&lt;br /&gt;But I can't do it&lt;br /&gt;U Womanizer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy don't try to front I (I) know just (just) what you are (are are)&lt;br /&gt;Boy don't try to front I (I) know just (just) what you are (are are)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You Say I'm Crazy&lt;br /&gt;I got Your Crazy&lt;br /&gt;You're nothing but&lt;br /&gt;A Womanizer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy-O&lt;br /&gt;You got the swagger of champion&lt;br /&gt;Too bad for you&lt;br /&gt;Just can't find the right companion&lt;br /&gt;I guess when you have one too many, makes it hard&lt;br /&gt;It could be easy&lt;br /&gt;Who you are, that's who you are, baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lollipop&lt;br /&gt;Must mistake me you're a sucker&lt;br /&gt;To think that I&lt;br /&gt;Would be a victim not another&lt;br /&gt;Say it, play it how you wanna&lt;br /&gt;But no way I'm ever gonna fall for you, never you, baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Womanizer&lt;br /&gt;Woman-Womanizer&lt;br /&gt;You're a womanizer&lt;br /&gt;Oh Womanizer&lt;br /&gt;Oh You're a Womanizer Baby&lt;br /&gt;You, You You Are&lt;br /&gt;You, You You Are&lt;br /&gt;Womanizer, Womanizer, Womanizer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy don't try to front I (I) know just (just) what you are (are are)&lt;br /&gt;Boy don't try to front I (I) know just (just) what you are (are are)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You Got Me Goin'&lt;br /&gt;You're Oh-So Charmin'&lt;br /&gt;But I can't do it&lt;br /&gt;U Womanizer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy don't try to front I (I) know just (just) what you are (are are)&lt;br /&gt;Boy don't try to front I (I) know just (just) what you are (are are)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You Say I'm Crazy&lt;br /&gt;I got Your Crazy&lt;br /&gt;You're nothing but&lt;br /&gt;A Womanizer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe if we both lived in different worlds&lt;br /&gt;(Womanizer Womanizer Womanizer Womanizer)&lt;br /&gt;It would be all good, and maybe I could be ya girl&lt;br /&gt;But I can't 'cause we don't&lt;br /&gt;You...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Womanizer&lt;br /&gt;Woman-Womanizer&lt;br /&gt;You're a womanizer&lt;br /&gt;Oh Womanizer&lt;br /&gt;Oh You're a Womanizer Baby&lt;br /&gt;You, You You Are&lt;br /&gt;You, You You Are&lt;br /&gt;Womanizer, Womanizer, Womanizer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy don't try to front I (I) know just (just) what you are (are are)&lt;br /&gt;Boy don't try to front I (I) know just (just) what you are (are are)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You Got Me Goin'&lt;br /&gt;You're Oh-So Charmin'&lt;br /&gt;But I can't do it&lt;br /&gt;U Womanizer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy don't try to front I (I) know just (just) what you are (are are)&lt;br /&gt;Boy don't try to front I (I) know just (just) what you are (are are)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You Say I'm Crazy&lt;br /&gt;I got Your Crazy&lt;br /&gt;You're nothing but&lt;br /&gt;A Womanizer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy don't try to front I (I) know just (just) what you are (are are)&lt;br /&gt;Boy don't try to front I (I) know just (just) what you are (are are)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Womanizer&lt;br /&gt;Woman-Womanizer&lt;br /&gt;You're a womanizer&lt;br /&gt;Oh Womanizer&lt;br /&gt;Oh You're a Womanizer, Baby&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10966982-5645914549866309611?l=fightergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fightergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5645914549866309611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10966982&amp;postID=5645914549866309611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10966982/posts/default/5645914549866309611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10966982/posts/default/5645914549866309611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fightergirl.blogspot.com/2009/08/ando-ouvir-latelly-im-listening-to-iv.html' title='Ando a ouvir... / Latelly I&apos;m listening to.... IV'/><author><name>A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15720285423136872227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10966982.post-170648784448960885</id><published>2009-08-19T15:20:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T15:36:47.091+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ando a ouvir... / Latelly I'm listening to.... III</title><content type='html'>Dancing Barefoot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Simple Minds&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Fktus7mT6Mo&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Fktus7mT6Mo&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;" 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/10966982-170648784448960885?l=fightergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fightergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/170648784448960885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10966982&amp;postID=170648784448960885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10966982/posts/default/170648784448960885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10966982/posts/default/170648784448960885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fightergirl.blogspot.com/2009/08/ando-ouvir-latelly-im-listening-to-iii.html' title='Ando a ouvir... / Latelly I&apos;m listening to.... III'/><author><name>A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15720285423136872227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10966982.post-7609422869839210636</id><published>2009-08-19T14:59:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T15:02:58.460+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet: Jacob Black :-)</title><content type='html'>Falta tanto para dia 26 de Novembro!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**SPOILER ALERT NEW MOON***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed wmode="opaque" src="http://static.ning.com/socialnetworkmain/widgets/video/flvplayer/flvplayer.swf?v=4.9.2%3A25489" FlashVars="config=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.thetwilightsaga.com%2Fvideo%2Fvideo%2FshowPlayerConfig%3Fid%3D2570916%253AVideo%253A13141140%26ck%3D-&amp;amp;video_smoothing=on&amp;amp;autoplay=off&amp;amp;isEmbedCode=1" width="456" height="193" bgColor="#DFE7EA" scale="noscale" allowScriptAccess="always" allowFullScreen="true" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thetwilightsaga.com/video/video"&gt;Find more videos like this on &lt;em&gt;The Twilight Saga&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Who says obsessed it's a bad thing? ;-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10966982-7609422869839210636?l=fightergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fightergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7609422869839210636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10966982&amp;postID=7609422869839210636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10966982/posts/default/7609422869839210636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10966982/posts/default/7609422869839210636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fightergirl.blogspot.com/2009/08/meet-jacob-black.html' title='Meet: Jacob Black :-)'/><author><name>A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15720285423136872227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10966982.post-3676898612219116793</id><published>2009-08-17T16:32:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T16:34:38.467+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ando a ouvir... / Latelly I'm listening to.... II</title><content type='html'>Seether&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FMLYHM&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BHe1UhIPrkc&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BHe1UhIPrkc&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;" 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/10966982-3676898612219116793?l=fightergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fightergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3676898612219116793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10966982&amp;postID=3676898612219116793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10966982/posts/default/3676898612219116793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10966982/posts/default/3676898612219116793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fightergirl.blogspot.com/2009/08/ando-ouvir-latelly-im-listening-to-ii.html' title='Ando a ouvir... / Latelly I&apos;m listening to.... II'/><author><name>A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15720285423136872227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10966982.post-2482003759421888909</id><published>2009-08-17T16:19:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T16:24:25.439+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Steamy Sexy Music I</title><content type='html'>Dou hoje início a uma nova rubrica deste blog: Steamy Sexy Music.&lt;br /&gt;Porque estamos no Verão. E está calor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam Lambert&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Ring of Fire&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mLGb7JArqHQ&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mLGb7JArqHQ&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;" 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/10966982-2482003759421888909?l=fightergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fightergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2482003759421888909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10966982&amp;postID=2482003759421888909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10966982/posts/default/2482003759421888909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10966982/posts/default/2482003759421888909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fightergirl.blogspot.com/2009/08/steamy-sexy-music-i.html' title='Steamy Sexy Music I'/><author><name>A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15720285423136872227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10966982.post-5396004301747694801</id><published>2009-08-15T00:04:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T00:28:11.494+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O Desafio IV</title><content type='html'>Nada como arrancar um dente do sizo inferior para me actualizar no desafio. Dieta de iogurtes, gelatinas, peixe cozido ou grelhado com couve flor muito cozida; água e café com gelo; a ocasional tacinha com 2 colheres de soupa de sorbet de manga; tudo comido muuuiiiiittoooo deeee vaaaaagaariiiiiinhoooooo com um lado da boca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resultado: menos 3 kilos em 2 semanas.&lt;br /&gt;A ver quanto tempo dura o efeito desta forçada "dieta-relâmpago" quando voltar a ter total capacidade de mastigação e começar a comer sólidos que devem dar-me mais que 800 kcal por dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É que passar de X6 kg a X3kg em 2 semanas é motivador, mas a pele não vai ao sítio assim tão rápido: lipo-aspiração começa a parecer razoável quando visto o bikini para ir para a praia!! :-S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É a fase do "tem de ficar pior antes de ficar melhor". *suspiro*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas isto vai ao sítio, ai vai, vai! Deixa-me voltar ao ginásio, deixa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Além do mais tenho de capitalizar o efeito! É que já se me acabaram os sizos.... :-P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10966982-5396004301747694801?l=fightergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fightergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5396004301747694801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10966982&amp;postID=5396004301747694801' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10966982/posts/default/5396004301747694801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10966982/posts/default/5396004301747694801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fightergirl.blogspot.com/2009/08/o-desafio-iv.html' title='O Desafio IV'/><author><name>A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15720285423136872227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10966982.post-5650424711931205254</id><published>2009-08-14T23:35:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T23:38:53.785+01:00</updated><title type='text'>(Another) Wicked Soul</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mv5yYHX4oOM/SoXm9pbv47I/AAAAAAAAAlo/x4vP3kXPCiQ/s1600-h/pornoffjackson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369952077477831602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mv5yYHX4oOM/SoXm9pbv47I/AAAAAAAAAlo/x4vP3kXPCiQ/s400/pornoffjackson.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; f&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;onte: Twifans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10966982-5650424711931205254?l=fightergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fightergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5650424711931205254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10966982&amp;postID=5650424711931205254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10966982/posts/default/5650424711931205254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10966982/posts/default/5650424711931205254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fightergirl.blogspot.com/2009/08/another-wicked-soul.html' title='(Another) Wicked Soul'/><author><name>A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15720285423136872227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mv5yYHX4oOM/SoXm9pbv47I/AAAAAAAAAlo/x4vP3kXPCiQ/s72-c/pornoffjackson.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10966982.post-6194907183694471342</id><published>2009-08-13T00:29:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T00:31:18.824+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Muahahahahha  He Finally Caught Him!!</title><content type='html'>Coyote Catches Road Runner! :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iYhLqtH8HIk&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1"&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/iYhLqtH8HIk&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" 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/10966982-6194907183694471342?l=fightergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fightergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6194907183694471342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10966982&amp;postID=6194907183694471342' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10966982/posts/default/6194907183694471342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10966982/posts/default/6194907183694471342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fightergirl.blogspot.com/2009/08/muahahahahha-he-finally-caught-him.html' title='Muahahahahha  He Finally Caught Him!!'/><author><name>A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15720285423136872227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10966982.post-6155732946140885942</id><published>2009-08-11T15:06:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T16:01:42.320+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A Fábula dos Converse All Stars</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mv5yYHX4oOM/SoF7vg9zcQI/AAAAAAAAAlg/dPfHFNOCAaY/s1600-h/324098833_0002_PL_4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368708287035568386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mv5yYHX4oOM/SoF7vg9zcQI/AAAAAAAAAlg/dPfHFNOCAaY/s400/324098833_0002_PL_4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando eu era adolescente, lá pelos meus 14, 15 anitos, eu não tinha uns Converse All Stars. Porquê? Porque eram caros para aquilo que são: uns ténis de pano com sola de borracha, sem qualquer apoio decente para o pé. Tenho de fonte segura que na altura em que "Quem-não-tem-uns-all-stars-é-um-lixo" aqui neste Portugal, eram os sapatos mais rascas que se podiam ter no Canadá, os preferidos dos senhores que recolhiam  lixo porque eram leves e de fácil lavagem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De certo por entre a corja adolescente da altura, se soubessem de tal facto, já ninguém quereria usar os caros ténis dos "homens do lixo".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Digo "corja" de adolescentes porque, numas férias de verão com um grupo de "meninos-bem", aos quais  não podia escapar porque faziam parte do grupo onde eu estava, a minha vidinha adolescente durante 15 dias teve os requintes que dão origem a historias como "Carrie".  Tudo porque não tinha uns All Stars. E isso justificou tudo o que lhes pareceu bem dizer, rir, comentar, ostracizar. Até porque não totalmente alheia às "modas" eu tinha uns tenis "tipo" All Stars. Ui, foi o prato cheio....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claro está que fácil remédio teve o problema. Dentro de pouco tempo também eu me recusei a calçar aqueles sapatos "nojentos" que me tinham servido bem todas as férias e que tinham uma cor bem gira e umas cerejinhas no tornozelo,  e chatear os meus pais até ser a orgulhosa dona de uns cinco ou seis pares de All Stars. Ora toma! :-P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há uns anos valentes, já convertida aos Nike, que me dão de facto apoio ao pé, sobretudo no ginásio que comecei a frequentar, e nas outras viagens que fiz, dei todos os meus All Stars porque nunca mais os calcei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorrio agora aos actuais adolescentes que andam com All Stars como se não houvesse mais no mundo para calçar. E pergunto-mo se também serão párias os que não têm uns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estranhamente, passados muitos anos algo de semelhante acontece com o meu carro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Velho, cheio de amolgadelas, umas de minha criação, outras encontradas de surpresa, ferrugento, branco "frigorifico", uma lata, uma sucata, que queima óleo como uma frigideira, sem ar condicionado, que por quaisquer 20min parado de faróis ligados fica sem bateria, a precisar de um "overalling" que custa tanto como a entrada de um carro novo, que já devia ter vergonha de andar com ele, esse é o meu Ford.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em conversa de café sugerem-me carros, "um modelo novo que era a tua cara!", "essa m.... já tá a dar o berro" e eu quase que cedo... Faço contas, vejo sites, configuro carros online....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas como - COMO! -  é que eu posso mandar abater - liquidar!! - o MEU carro, que nunca me falhou com excepção de erros que EU cometi, que nem tem 100 mil Km, que de "velho" só tem anos, e que foi o carro onde re-aprendi a conduzir ao fim de 4 anos de carta sem pegar num volante, onde ri, chorei, dei boleias, cantei em altos berros, acartei coisas para a minha casa, que me mantém os braços tonificados pela falta de direcção assistida.... E que funciona?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não quero saber que seja o carro com mais mau aspecto do estacionamento cheio de "carros bons" do meu emprego; que ninguém da empresa queira ser visto dentro do meu carro à hora do almoço e nunca seja eu a dar boleia para o restaurante. É o meu carro. E funciona.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sei que há carros muito melhores, o meu amor não é cego, e até a bom preço. E também sei que não fica bem em certos "ambientes" o meu "bicho carocho". Mas eu já não sou adolescente. Não vou comprar uns "all stars" porque os meus "tenis demodé" são feios. Mesmo que agora não precise de pedinchar por uns ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E só porque sim, vou levá-lo à oficina, para dar uma revisão. Que ele merece. Tadinho :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10966982-6155732946140885942?l=fightergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fightergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6155732946140885942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10966982&amp;postID=6155732946140885942' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10966982/posts/default/6155732946140885942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10966982/posts/default/6155732946140885942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fightergirl.blogspot.com/2009/08/fabula-dos-converse-all-stars.html' title='A Fábula dos Converse All Stars'/><author><name>A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15720285423136872227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mv5yYHX4oOM/SoF7vg9zcQI/AAAAAAAAAlg/dPfHFNOCAaY/s72-c/324098833_0002_PL_4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10966982.post-8873365330885078396</id><published>2009-08-09T22:19:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T22:22:03.818+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Um dia destes... ainda me lixo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.despair.com/marketing.html"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368077341045126930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 335px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mv5yYHX4oOM/Sn895n_RdxI/AAAAAAAAAlY/R3ypPa-YU5A/s400/marketing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/10966982-8873365330885078396?l=fightergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fightergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8873365330885078396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10966982&amp;postID=8873365330885078396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10966982/posts/default/8873365330885078396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10966982/posts/default/8873365330885078396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fightergirl.blogspot.com/2009/08/um-dia-destes-ainda-me-lixo.html' title='Um dia destes... ainda me lixo'/><author><name>A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15720285423136872227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mv5yYHX4oOM/Sn895n_RdxI/AAAAAAAAAlY/R3ypPa-YU5A/s72-c/marketing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10966982.post-3410008455497253851</id><published>2009-08-09T19:12:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T19:26:15.869+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu gosto é do Verão!! - I</title><content type='html'>Não vale a pena, não gosto do Inverno. Não há chocolate quente, nem neve, nem "ficar na cama a ouvir a chuva", nem camisolas de malha fofinha que o salvem. Nem o poder comer mais uns doces que ninguém vai notar - sobretudo eu - sob as roupas largas e de camadas. Nem as botas de cano alto que me fazem sentir alta e poderosa quando venho a fantasiar na rua. Nem isso. Nem a sopa quente. Nada. O Inverno é frio, escuro, um espectro de morte com a única esperança do seu fim. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Custa, talvez, menos, trabalhar mais no Inverno. Porque não apetece estar na rua. Mas até a isso me acostumo no Verão.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No inverno fica mal usar cores claras. O Verão, sem tweed e lã, permite todas as cores. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No Verão, só pela luz ganho côr, ânimo, energia!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E, só porque é Verão, me fica bem o preto, o casaco de cabedal fininho sobre a t-shirt "rockeira" e as unhas - ah as unhas - côr-de-rosa-barbie ;-) &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368031404836381074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mv5yYHX4oOM/Sn8UHyRp4ZI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/tYYHe6IRMRM/s320/unhas_rosa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/10966982-3410008455497253851?l=fightergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fightergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3410008455497253851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10966982&amp;postID=3410008455497253851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10966982/posts/default/3410008455497253851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10966982/posts/default/3410008455497253851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fightergirl.blogspot.com/2009/08/eu-gosto-e-do-verao-i.html' title='Eu gosto é do Verão!! - I'/><author><name>A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15720285423136872227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mv5yYHX4oOM/Sn8UHyRp4ZI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/tYYHe6IRMRM/s72-c/unhas_rosa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10966982.post-6311508444492550219</id><published>2009-08-07T00:33:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T00:47:15.327+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Não me chegam..</title><content type='html'>....As férias para todo o descanso que o corpo pede, para todos os livros, para toda as outras coisas da vidinha que se resolvem na rua a meio do dia, (e nao quando estou a trabalhar o que me obrigada a comer sandes no carro enquanto conduzo fora de limites de velocidade e a voltar rasteira ao emprego que já excedi o limite da hora do almoço).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho sono mas  quero ficar acordada toda a noite e todo o dia....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas o sono puxa-me, arrasta-me para baixo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boa noite.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10966982-6311508444492550219?l=fightergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fightergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6311508444492550219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10966982&amp;postID=6311508444492550219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10966982/posts/default/6311508444492550219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10966982/posts/default/6311508444492550219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fightergirl.blogspot.com/2009/08/nao-me-chegam.html' title='Não me chegam..'/><author><name>A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15720285423136872227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10966982.post-3854232601592428649</id><published>2009-08-07T00:26:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T00:31:54.612+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Seven Pounds - Sete Vidas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mv5yYHX4oOM/SntnzF97S1I/AAAAAAAAAlA/0ebCJ_dMf8o/s1600-h/fotocapa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366997508414982994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 184px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mv5yYHX4oOM/SntnzF97S1I/AAAAAAAAAlA/0ebCJ_dMf8o/s400/fotocapa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mv5yYHX4oOM/SntnDP4w4mI/AAAAAAAAAk4/GkDpXqZHDEs/s1600-h/cover.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ainda tenho o nó na garganta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Brilhante.&lt;br /&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/10966982-3854232601592428649?l=fightergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fightergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3854232601592428649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10966982&amp;postID=3854232601592428649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10966982/posts/default/3854232601592428649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10966982/posts/default/3854232601592428649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fightergirl.blogspot.com/2009/08/seven-pounds-sete-vidas.html' title='Seven Pounds - Sete Vidas'/><author><name>A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15720285423136872227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mv5yYHX4oOM/SntnzF97S1I/AAAAAAAAAlA/0ebCJ_dMf8o/s72-c/fotocapa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10966982.post-3418962709790421956</id><published>2009-08-06T23:31:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T23:46:04.804+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A Parábola de Buda</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ao atravessar um campo, um homem encontrou um tigre.&lt;br /&gt;Fugiu a sete pés, com o tigre atrás dele.&lt;br /&gt;À sua frente encontrou um precipício em que acabou por cair.&lt;br /&gt;Mas conseguiu agarrar-se à raiz de uma velha videira&lt;br /&gt;e ali ficou pendurado, com o tigre a cheirá-lo.&lt;br /&gt;Tremendo de medo, olhou para baixo e viu outro tigre, lá longe em baixo,&lt;br /&gt;que o esperava, cheio de apetite.&lt;br /&gt;Só mesmo a videira lhe estava a salvar a vida.&lt;br /&gt;Mas apareceram dois ratos, um branco e outro preto,&lt;br /&gt;que pouco a pouco começaram a roer a raiz da videira.&lt;br /&gt;Foi só nesse momento que se apercebeu que,&lt;br /&gt;mesmo ao pé da raiz, estava um morango apetitoso.&lt;br /&gt;Agarrando-se à videira com uma mão, colheu o morango com a outra.&lt;br /&gt;E nunca um morango lhe soube tão bem!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Parábola de Buda &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(obrigada pelo emprestimo, Ladybug)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No outro dia estive a "comer morangos", destes apanhados neste sitios complicados, mas que foram guardados por um amigo que os guardou para partilhar connosco.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Agora está a salvo. Apanhou  boleia do tigre. :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Foram os melhores "morangos" que comi em muito, muito tempo. Morangos de pão de ló e champagne. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Obrigada P.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10966982-3418962709790421956?l=fightergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fightergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3418962709790421956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10966982&amp;postID=3418962709790421956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10966982/posts/default/3418962709790421956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10966982/posts/default/3418962709790421956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fightergirl.blogspot.com/2009/08/parabola-de-buda.html' title='A Parábola de Buda'/><author><name>A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15720285423136872227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10966982.post-7135793314501474325</id><published>2009-07-29T00:03:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T00:04:24.466+01:00</updated><title type='text'>You're Beeautiful - the Literal version ;))</title><content type='html'>*Desta* versão eu gosto ;)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YOlI5Qiq-9g&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YOlI5Qiq-9g&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;" 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src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mv5yYHX4oOM/Smn-d7zl_RI/AAAAAAAAAkw/pRyJe_g5nRQ/s400/20090722elpepusoc_3.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Fonte&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;É aproveitar, o próximo assim só daqui a 130 anos, mais coisa, menos coisa...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10966982-2667328339795418686?l=fightergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fightergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2667328339795418686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10966982&amp;postID=2667328339795418686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10966982/posts/default/2667328339795418686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10966982/posts/default/2667328339795418686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fightergirl.blogspot.com/2009/07/o-eclipse-mais-longo-do-seculo-22-de.html' title='O Eclipse mais longo do século: 22 de Julho 2009'/><author><name>A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15720285423136872227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Mv5yYHX4oOM/Smn-d7zl_RI/AAAAAAAAAkw/pRyJe_g5nRQ/s72-c/20090722elpepusoc_3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10966982.post-2337771151268097848</id><published>2009-07-24T18:46:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T18:58:24.103+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O Desafio III</title><content type='html'>Anteontem, em conversa de café após almoço com os colegas, enquanto pagávamos, vá-se lá saber porquê, começámos a trocar cromos sobre as cartas de condução e cartões do cidadão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toca a malta a sacar das identificações e a mirar-se uns aos outros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A minha carta é das antigas, com a foto colada, onde consto com 13 anos a menos mas &lt;strong&gt;13kgs a mais&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haviam de ver a minha cara (eu imagino como estaria!) quando o comentário generalizado dos coleguinhas foi:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"OOOOHHHHHHHH 'Távas tão gira!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF am I supposed to do with that? :-P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10966982-2337771151268097848?l=fightergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10966982.post-646615902313045390</id><published>2009-07-22T16:14:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T16:17:08.154+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ando a ouvir... / Latelly I'm listening to....</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7j2DHUw8SZg&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7j2DHUw8SZg&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fake it&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Seether&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who's to know if your soul will fade at all&lt;br /&gt;The one you sold to fool the world&lt;br /&gt;You lost your self-esteem along the way&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;Good god you're coming up with reasons&lt;br /&gt;Good god you're dragging it out&lt;br /&gt;Good god it's the changing of the seasons&lt;br /&gt;I feel so raped&lt;br /&gt;So follow me down&lt;br /&gt;And just fake it if you're out of direction&lt;br /&gt;Fake it if you don't belong here&lt;br /&gt;Fake it if you feel like affection&lt;br /&gt;Woah you're such a fucking hypocrite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you should know that the lies won't hide your flaws&lt;br /&gt;No sense in hiding all of yours&lt;br /&gt;You gave up on your dreams along the way&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoah&lt;br /&gt;Whoah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can fake with the best of anyone&lt;br /&gt;I can fake with the best of em all&lt;br /&gt;I can fake with the best of anyone&lt;br /&gt;I can fake it all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who's to know if your soul will fade at all&lt;br /&gt;The one you sold to fool the world&lt;br /&gt;You lost your self-esteem along the way&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fake it if you're out of direction&lt;br /&gt;Fake it if you don't belong here&lt;br /&gt;Fake it if you feel like infection&lt;br /&gt;Woah you're such a fucking hypocrite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10966982-646615902313045390?l=fightergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fightergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/646615902313045390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10966982&amp;postID=646615902313045390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10966982/posts/default/646615902313045390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10966982/posts/default/646615902313045390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fightergirl.blogspot.com/2009/07/ando-ouvir-latelly-im-listening-to.html' title='Ando a ouvir... / Latelly I&apos;m listening to....'/><author><name>A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15720285423136872227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10966982.post-3649254019070248928</id><published>2009-07-21T18:03:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T18:06:05.084+01:00</updated><title type='text'>WE CAN'T ALLOW IT TO GO ON</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IoTBclI22Dk&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IoTBclI22Dk&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The Killers - Goodnight, Travel Well (by David Slade)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Part of the UNICEF campaign against trafficking.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10966982-3649254019070248928?l=fightergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10966982.post-7870185539688826577</id><published>2009-07-16T15:51:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T16:19:44.667+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O Desafio II</title><content type='html'>Não lhe devia ter chamado "desafio". "Desafio" é sinónimo de provocação e eu por definição não respondo a provocações. Poucas coisas me tiram o entusiasmo como um "não és mulher não és nada (se não fizeres uma parvoíce qualquer)" ou um "quanto é que apostas?". Nunca aposto. Só no Euromilhões e quando há jackpot. E nunca faço nada, mesmo que me apeteça, se começam a pressionar-me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pois isto aplica-se a mim mesma. Pressionei-me, expus-me, auto-puni-me por pequenas prevaricações. Resultado: duas semanas sem perder um grama. Ah e tal, se não perdes mais um kilo não és mulher, não és nada. Ai é? Pois cá está!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fui almoçar com as cachopas da equipa à Boca do Inferno, comer um cachorro quente. Pedi um simples mas com batata palha. Para o lanche ataquei uma barra de Mars - que até não é flor dos meus encantos (só em cheese cake, como faz o J.A.). E isto só hoje. Até bolachas daquelas "dietéticas" que têm 52kcal cada uma e que vêm em pacotes de 3 enfardei. As 3, de uma vez, com o café.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posso arriscar em minha defesa, como diz um amigo meu, que tenho desculpa porque "estou doentinha". Ou não. Não consta da bula que os antibióticos para a faringite aumentem a gula.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Logo penso nisso, e em voltar para o ginásio, quando acabar os antibióticos, os anti-inflamatórios e os anti-alérgicos. Estou anti-desafio.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10966982-7870185539688826577?l=fightergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fightergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7870185539688826577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10966982&amp;postID=7870185539688826577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10966982/posts/default/7870185539688826577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10966982/posts/default/7870185539688826577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fightergirl.blogspot.com/2009/07/o-desafio-ii.html' title='O Desafio II'/><author><name>A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15720285423136872227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10966982.post-9131205039035942308</id><published>2009-07-13T18:30:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T18:52:29.493+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Campo na Cidade</title><content type='html'>Sabem quando nos sentimos, simplesmentes, não-sociáveis? Pois foi assim que me senti todo o fim de semana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já algum tempo que não me sentia tão "GRRRRR" daí que, apesar de ter esperado ansiosamente pelo fim de semana para ir à praia como tanto queria, achei que não ia ter a calma necessária para enfrentar a "maralha" de domingo: os grupos de brasileiros que não têm a mesma noção de espaço pessoal que eu, com a música aos berros e as malditas cervejas, o pessoal todo encavalitado uns em cima dos outros, os bandos de adolescentes, as familias inteiras agrupadas com os vizinhos, a aproveitarem, tal como eu, o único dia verdadeiramente livre da semana, o carro a 3km de distância da praia porque está toda a gente lá,  e enfrentar a fila de regresso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dado o meu estado de nervos em embulição, era sem dúvida demasiado para a minha sanidade mental.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas continuava a &lt;strong&gt;precisar&lt;/strong&gt;, e não exagero na palavra, de Sol e de paz. Queria pegar no meu livro do Jorge Amado e encontrar o impossível lugar sossegado ao Sol num domingo. E, sobretudo, em segurança - não há pachorra para os palhaços que na praia não podem ver uma mulher sozinha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Encontrei isso nos jardins do palacete ao pé de casa, cujo nome deixo na sombra porque encontrei ali o meu refúgio. Calmo, com uma vista fenomenal para o rio, eu, que sou uma pessoa de cidade e de praia, deixei-me estar ao Sol, rodeada do aroma intenso que exalava dos pinheiros quentes da torreira, a ler o meu livro, sozinha, sentada no cadeira recortada no muro, até o guarda do parque me avisar que era melhor sair que eram horas de fechar e corria o risco de ficar trancada no jardim. Ponderei a ideia. ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saí dali em paz com o Mundo. Com bronzeado à cavador, mas em Paz. E com mais uns capítulos lidos ;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10966982-9131205039035942308?l=fightergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fightergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/9131205039035942308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10966982&amp;postID=9131205039035942308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10966982/posts/default/9131205039035942308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10966982/posts/default/9131205039035942308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fightergirl.blogspot.com/2009/07/campo-na-cidade.html' title='Campo na Cidade'/><author><name>A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15720285423136872227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10966982.post-4090751694452895139</id><published>2009-07-10T00:11:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T00:25:14.160+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O Desafio</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Tenho como objectivo diminuir um número de roupa até dia 26 de Novembro. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Já não é a primeira vez que tomo cuidado com o que como (não faço dietas malucas) mas desta vez a força de vontade tem-me falhado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Expondo-me publicamene acho que vou ter mais vergonha de atacar o eventual frágil e desprotegido pacote de M&amp;amp;Ms de amendoim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não me tragam doces das viagens. Não me dêem guloseimas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356604723676279778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 166px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mv5yYHX4oOM/SlZ7nZznc-I/AAAAAAAAAko/PwvIC55Dnkk/s400/andrew_DSC_0458-thumb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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/10966982-4090751694452895139?l=fightergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fightergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4090751694452895139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10966982&amp;postID=4090751694452895139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10966982/posts/default/4090751694452895139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10966982/posts/default/4090751694452895139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fightergirl.blogspot.com/2009/07/o-desafio.html' title='O Desafio'/><author><name>A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15720285423136872227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mv5yYHX4oOM/SlZ7nZznc-I/AAAAAAAAAko/PwvIC55Dnkk/s72-c/andrew_DSC_0458-thumb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10966982.post-5027278770289178753</id><published>2009-07-10T00:03:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T00:10:53.524+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Cada vez mais igual</title><content type='html'>Li &lt;a href="http://amacadeeva.blogspot.com/2009/07/dinner-for-two-2.html"&gt;isto &lt;/a&gt; e não acreditei que fosse verdade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quis acreditar. Juro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas disse-me um homem há bem pouco tempo que tenho critérios demasiado altos por esperar sequer coisas assim (tu sabes quem és....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acreditar ou não, eis a questão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continuo céptica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vou voltar para os meus livros.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10966982-5027278770289178753?l=fightergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fightergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5027278770289178753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10966982&amp;postID=5027278770289178753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10966982/posts/default/5027278770289178753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10966982/posts/default/5027278770289178753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fightergirl.blogspot.com/2009/07/cada-vez-mais-igual.html' title='Cada vez mais igual'/><author><name>A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15720285423136872227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10966982.post-8422630264457614035</id><published>2009-07-09T23:56:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T23:57:59.734+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Back!</title><content type='html'>- to the gym&lt;br /&gt;- to dieting&lt;br /&gt;- to posting on the blog :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10966982-8422630264457614035?l=fightergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10966982.post-9008992589662910275</id><published>2009-03-21T17:47:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-03-21T17:50:28.259Z</updated><title type='text'>The path of the righteous.</title><content type='html'>Wafa Sultan, a Super Woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mAXoDHy3_Ek&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&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/mAXoDHy3_Ek&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" 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/10966982-9008992589662910275?l=fightergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fightergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/9008992589662910275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10966982&amp;postID=9008992589662910275' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10966982/posts/default/9008992589662910275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10966982/posts/default/9008992589662910275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fightergirl.blogspot.com/2009/03/path-of-righteous.html' title='The path of the righteous.'/><author><name>A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15720285423136872227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10966982.post-5008785545996295898</id><published>2009-03-10T00:21:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-03-10T00:26:28.610Z</updated><title type='text'>Prenda do Dia da Mulher</title><content type='html'>Um homem a cantar para as mulheres ;-) Como ele mesmo disse: "God Bless you Women, que é por isso que andamos cá" ;-) Sóbrio (!!) Jorge Palma foi fantástico Domingo à noite em Almada City :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MIS9yRzPFSI&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1"&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/MIS9yRzPFSI&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A banda "Os demitidos" estava excelente. Mega concerto! E eu na 3ª fila! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xkhxvMcbQj8&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1"&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/xkhxvMcbQj8&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O nome do concerto?&lt;br /&gt;O nome da Musica :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Tu9HPz__3ys&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1"&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/Tu9HPz__3ys&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" 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/10966982-5008785545996295898?l=fightergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fightergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5008785545996295898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10966982&amp;postID=5008785545996295898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10966982/posts/default/5008785545996295898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10966982/posts/default/5008785545996295898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fightergirl.blogspot.com/2009/03/prenda-do-dia-da-mulher.html' title='Prenda do Dia da Mulher'/><author><name>A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15720285423136872227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10966982.post-6125855432587422631</id><published>2009-02-11T14:20:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-02-11T14:21:49.670Z</updated><title type='text'>Também há coisas boas:</title><content type='html'>No "&lt;a href="http://sol.sapo.pt/PaginaInicial/Economia/Interior.aspx?content_id=125213"&gt;Sol&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Fábrica comprada há quatro anos por um euro resiste e aumenta número de operárias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fábrica de confecções de Arcos de Valdevez, que uma trabalhadora comprou há quatro anos por um euro após uma tentativa frustrada de deslocalização, resiste à crise internacional e até já aumentou o número de operárias."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boa! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10966982-6125855432587422631?l=fightergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fightergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6125855432587422631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10966982&amp;postID=6125855432587422631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10966982/posts/default/6125855432587422631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10966982/posts/default/6125855432587422631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fightergirl.blogspot.com/2009/02/tambem-ha-coisas-boas.html' title='Também há coisas boas:'/><author><name>A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15720285423136872227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10966982.post-3774836496724280283</id><published>2009-02-11T14:13:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-02-11T14:15:08.459Z</updated><title type='text'>E o burro é ele?</title><content type='html'>Consta que Filipão, ao ser demitido do Chelsea por maus resultados, leva na algibeira 17 milhões de euros! Vá, pronto, praticamente metade disso depois de impostos....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E o "Burro" é ele?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10966982-3774836496724280283?l=fightergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fightergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3774836496724280283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10966982&amp;postID=3774836496724280283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10966982/posts/default/3774836496724280283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10966982/posts/default/3774836496724280283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fightergirl.blogspot.com/2009/02/e-o-burro-e-ele.html' title='E o burro é ele?'/><author><name>A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15720285423136872227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10966982.post-5756787312240523967</id><published>2009-02-11T14:11:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-02-11T14:13:00.758Z</updated><title type='text'>Don't you just love a nutter? ;-)</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fRcwQV0B5o4&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fRcwQV0B5o4&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just helping spreading the word! ;)) &lt;br /&gt;And you people say I'm not a romantic, tsk, tsk...;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10966982-5756787312240523967?l=fightergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fightergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5756787312240523967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10966982&amp;postID=5756787312240523967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10966982/posts/default/5756787312240523967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10966982/posts/default/5756787312240523967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fightergirl.blogspot.com/2009/02/dont-you-just-love-nutter.html' title='Don&apos;t you just love a nutter? ;-)'/><author><name>A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15720285423136872227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10966982.post-103148314243380548</id><published>2009-02-09T14:22:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-02-09T14:25:07.297Z</updated><title type='text'>Song to the Siren</title><content type='html'>On the floating, shapeless oceans&lt;br /&gt;I did all my best to smile&lt;br /&gt;til your singing eyes and fingers&lt;br /&gt;drew me loving into your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you sang "Sail to me, sail to me;&lt;br /&gt;Let me enfold you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am, here I am waiting to hold you.&lt;br /&gt;Did I dream you dreamed about me?&lt;br /&gt;Were you here when I was full sail?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now my foolish boat is leaning, broken love lost on your rocks.&lt;br /&gt;For you sang, "Touch me not, touch me not, come back tomorrow."&lt;br /&gt;Oh my heart, oh my heart shies from the sorrow.&lt;br /&gt;I'm as puzzled as a newborn child.&lt;br /&gt;I'm as riddled as the tide.&lt;br /&gt;Should I stand amid the breakers?&lt;br /&gt;Or shall I lie with death my bride?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hear me sing: "Swim to me, swim to me, let me enfold you."&lt;br /&gt;"Here I am. Here I am, waiting to hold you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- The Cocteau Twins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10966982-103148314243380548?l=fightergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fightergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/103148314243380548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10966982&amp;postID=103148314243380548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10966982/posts/default/103148314243380548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10966982/posts/default/103148314243380548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fightergirl.blogspot.com/2009/02/song-to-siren.html' title='Song to the Siren'/><author><name>A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15720285423136872227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10966982.post-4159349290658272645</id><published>2009-02-08T21:54:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-02-08T21:55:26.950Z</updated><title type='text'>Again - Roxanne</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pHO5KWIMZUo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&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/pHO5KWIMZUo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unabridged ;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10966982-4159349290658272645?l=fightergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fightergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4159349290658272645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10966982&amp;postID=4159349290658272645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10966982/posts/default/4159349290658272645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10966982/posts/default/4159349290658272645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fightergirl.blogspot.com/2009/02/again-roxanne.html' title='Again - Roxanne'/><author><name>A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15720285423136872227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10966982.post-7598999936425971144</id><published>2009-01-31T23:06:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-01-31T23:10:18.592Z</updated><title type='text'>Romance</title><content type='html'>"Uma Rapariga perguntou a um Rapaz se ele a achava bonita , ele disse...não . Ela perguntou se ele queria ficar com ela para a eternidade....e ele disse não. Então ela perguntou-lhe, se ela se fosse embora, se ele iria chorar, e mais uma vez ele respondeu com um não.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela já tinha ouvido demais. Assim, quando estava a ir embora, lágrimas caíam da sua, face, o rapaz agarrou seu braço e disse...Tu não és bonita: És linda. Eu não quero ficar contigo para sempre. Eu PRECISO ficar contigo pra sempre. Eu não iria chorar se tu fosses embora...eu iria morrer..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Anónimo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E depois acordamos, e voltamos  à 'vidinha'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10966982-7598999936425971144?l=fightergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fightergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7598999936425971144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10966982&amp;postID=7598999936425971144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10966982/posts/default/7598999936425971144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10966982/posts/default/7598999936425971144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fightergirl.blogspot.com/2009/01/romance.html' title='Romance'/><author><name>A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15720285423136872227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10966982.post-6889400028143520260</id><published>2009-01-28T16:46:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-01-28T16:48:06.216Z</updated><title type='text'>When the spotlight is on</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fences&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;by Paramore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px;" id="songlyrics" align="left"&gt;I'm  sitting in a room,&lt;br /&gt;Made up of only big white walls and in the hall&lt;br /&gt;There  are people looking through&lt;br /&gt;The window in the door they know exactly what  we're here for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't look up&lt;br /&gt;Just let them think&lt;br /&gt;There's no place  else&lt;br /&gt;You'd rather be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're always on display&lt;br /&gt;For everyone to  watch and learn from,&lt;br /&gt;Don't you know by now,&lt;br /&gt;You can't turn  back&lt;br /&gt;Because this road is all you'll ever have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's obvious that  you're dying, dying.&lt;br /&gt;Just living proof that the camera's lying.&lt;br /&gt;And oh oh  open wide, 'cause this is your night.&lt;br /&gt;So smile, 'cause you'll go out in  style.&lt;br /&gt;You'll go out in style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you let me I could,&lt;br /&gt;I'd show you  how to build your fences,&lt;br /&gt;Set restrictions, separate from the world.&lt;br /&gt;The  constant battle that you hate to fight&lt;br /&gt;Just blame the limelight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't  look up&lt;br /&gt;Just let them think&lt;br /&gt;There's no place else&lt;br /&gt;You'd rather  be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now you can't turn back&lt;br /&gt;Because this road is all you'll ever  have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's obvious that you're dying, dying.&lt;br /&gt;Just living proof  that the camera's lying.&lt;br /&gt;And oh oh open wide, 'cause this is your  night.&lt;br /&gt;So smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, yeah you're asking for it&lt;br /&gt;With every breath  that you breathe in&lt;br /&gt;Just breathe it in.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, yeah well you're just a  mess&lt;br /&gt;You do all this, big talking&lt;br /&gt;So now let's see you walk it&lt;br /&gt;I said  let's see you walk it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, yeah well you're just a mess&lt;br /&gt;You do all  this, big talking&lt;br /&gt;So now let's see you walk it&lt;br /&gt;I said let's see you walk  it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's obvious that you're dying, dying.&lt;br /&gt;Just living proof that  the camera's lying.&lt;br /&gt;And oh oh open wide, yeah oh oh open wide.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, oh oh  open wide,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you'll go out in style.&lt;br /&gt;You'll go out in style.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10966982-6889400028143520260?l=fightergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fightergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6889400028143520260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10966982&amp;postID=6889400028143520260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10966982/posts/default/6889400028143520260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10966982/posts/default/6889400028143520260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fightergirl.blogspot.com/2009/01/when-spotlight-is-on.html' title='When the spotlight is on'/><author><name>A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15720285423136872227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10966982.post-9109659655903261065</id><published>2009-01-22T18:27:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-01-22T18:50:43.174Z</updated><title type='text'>Steve's email</title><content type='html'>Today Microsoft CEO Steve Ballmer send this &lt;em&gt;poignant &lt;/em&gt;email to his workers. A true example of Management American Style. Despite being in the black Microsoft didn't achieve the "expected" profit and is firing 5000 People because - and this is obviously a intended "royal we" - quote, "we are not immune to the effects of the economy".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the email from "Steve":&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"From: Steve Ballmer&lt;br /&gt;Sent: Thursday, January 22, 2009 6:07 AM&lt;br /&gt;To: Microsoft - All Employees (QBDG)&lt;br /&gt;Subject: Realigning Resources and Reducing Costs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In response to the realities of a deteriorating economy, we’re taking important steps to realign Microsoft’s business. I want to tell you about what we’re doing and why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we announced second quarter revenue of $16.6 billion. This number is an increase of just 2 percent compared with the second quarter of last year and it is approximately $900 million below our earlier expectations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact that we are growing at all during the worst recession in two generations reflects our strong business fundamentals and is a testament to your hard work. Our products provide great value to our customers. Our financial position is solid. We have made long-term investments that continue to pay off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it is also clear that we are not immune to the effects of the economy. Consumers and businesses have reined in spending, which is affecting PC shipments and IT expenditures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our response to this environment must combine a commitment to long-term investments in innovation with prompt action to reduce our costs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the second quarter we started down the right path. As the economy deteriorated, we acted quickly. As a result, we reduced operating expenses during the quarter by $600 million. I appreciate the agility you have shown in enabling us to achieve this result.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we need to do more. We must make adjustments to ensure that our investments are tightly aligned with current and future revenue opportunities. The current environment requires that we continue to increase our efficiency.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As part of the process of adjustments, we will eliminate up to 5,000 positions in R&amp;amp;D, marketing, sales, finance, LCA, HR, and IT over the next 18 months, of which 1,400 will occur today. We’ll also open new positions to support key investment areas during this same period of time. Our net headcount in these functions will decline by 2,000 to 3,000 over the next 18 months. In addition, our workforce in support, consulting, operations, billing, manufacturing, and data center operations will continue to change in direct response to customer needs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our leaders all have specific goals to manage costs prudently and thoughtfully. They have the flexibility to adjust the size of their teams so they are appropriately matched to revenue potential, to add headcount where they need to increase investments in order to ensure future success, and to drive efficiency.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To increase efficiency, we’re taking a series of aggressive steps. We’ll cut travel expenditures 20 percent and make significant reductions in spending on vendors and contingent staff. We’ve scaled back Puget Sound campus expansion and reduced marketing budgets. We’ll also reduce costs by eliminating merit increases for FY10 that would have taken effect in September of this calendar year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each of these steps will be difficult. Our priority remains doing right by our customers and our employees. For employees who are directly affected, I know this will be a difficult time for you and I want to assure you that we will provide help and support during this transition. We have established an outplacement center in the Puget Sound region and we’ll provide outplacement services in many other locations to help you find new jobs. Some of you may find jobs internally. For those who don’t, we will also offer severance pay and other benefits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The decision to eliminate jobs is a very difficult one. Our people are the foundation of everything we have achieved and we place the highest value on the commitment and hard work that you have dedicated to building this company. But we believe these job eliminations are crucial to our ability to adjust the company’s cost structure so that we have the resources to drive future profitable growth. I encourage you to attend tomorrow’s Town Hall at 9am PST in Café 34 or watch the webcast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While this is the most challenging economic climate we have ever faced, I want to reiterate my confidence in the strength of our competitive position and soundness of our approach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With these changes in place, I feel confident that we will have the resources we need to continue to invest in long-term computing trends that offer the greatest opportunity to deliver value to our customers and shareholders, benefit to society, and growth for Microsoft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With our approach to investing for the long term and managing our expenses, I know Microsoft will emerge an even stronger industry leader than it is today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for your continued commitment and hard work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steve”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Source: http://blogs.zdnet.com/microsoft/?p=1833&amp;amp;tag=nl.e589)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10966982-9109659655903261065?l=fightergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fightergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/9109659655903261065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10966982&amp;postID=9109659655903261065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10966982/posts/default/9109659655903261065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10966982/posts/default/9109659655903261065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fightergirl.blogspot.com/2009/01/steves-email.html' title='Steve&apos;s email'/><author><name>A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15720285423136872227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10966982.post-6247069089312994712</id><published>2009-01-21T22:58:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-01-21T23:01:10.769Z</updated><title type='text'>We shall Overcome - 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3PuHGKnboNY&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1"&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/3PuHGKnboNY&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44th Presidente dos EUA, Barack Obama - 20 de Janeiro 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que é esperado deste homem é quase que suporte o peso do Mundo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10966982-6247069089312994712?l=fightergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fightergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6247069089312994712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10966982&amp;postID=6247069089312994712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10966982/posts/default/6247069089312994712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10966982/posts/default/6247069089312994712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fightergirl.blogspot.com/2009/01/we-shall-overcome-2009.html' title='We shall Overcome - 2009'/><author><name>A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15720285423136872227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10966982.post-5818546400343064157</id><published>2009-01-21T11:55:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-01-21T11:56:15.969Z</updated><title type='text'>Lo qué quieren las mujeres</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mv5yYHX4oOM/SXcNSlX7DxI/AAAAAAAAAkE/t9Rwv7CVvnk/s1600-h/chiste-20maitena-20que-20quieren-20las-20mujeres.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mv5yYHX4oOM/SXcNSlX7DxI/AAAAAAAAAkE/t9Rwv7CVvnk/s400/chiste-20maitena-20que-20quieren-20las-20mujeres.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293714499918565138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10966982-5818546400343064157?l=fightergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fightergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5818546400343064157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10966982&amp;postID=5818546400343064157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10966982/posts/default/5818546400343064157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10966982/posts/default/5818546400343064157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fightergirl.blogspot.com/2009/01/lo-qu-quieren-las-mujeres.html' title='Lo qué quieren las mujeres'/><author><name>A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15720285423136872227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mv5yYHX4oOM/SXcNSlX7DxI/AAAAAAAAAkE/t9Rwv7CVvnk/s72-c/chiste-20maitena-20que-20quieren-20las-20mujeres.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10966982.post-8271716716173388072</id><published>2009-01-21T11:52:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-01-21T11:54:09.036Z</updated><title type='text'>Já não se escrevem letras destas</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;O MEU AMOR&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O meu amor tem um jeito manso que é só seu&lt;br /&gt;E que me deixa louca quando me beija a boca&lt;br /&gt;A minha pele toda fica arrepiada&lt;br /&gt;E me beija com calma e fundo&lt;br /&gt;Até minh'alma se sentir beijada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O meu amor tem um jeito manso que é só seu&lt;br /&gt;Que rouba os meus sentidos, viola os meus ouvidos&lt;br /&gt;Com tantos segredos lindos e indecentes&lt;br /&gt;Depois brinca comigo, ri do meu umbigo&lt;br /&gt;E me crava os dentes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou sua menina, viu? E ele é o meu rapaz&lt;br /&gt;Meu corpo é testemunha do bem que ele me faz &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O meu amor tem um jeito manso que é só seu&lt;br /&gt;De me deixar maluca quando me roça a nuca&lt;br /&gt;E quase me machuca com a barba mal feita&lt;br /&gt;E de pousar as coxas entre as minhas coxas&lt;br /&gt;Quando ele se deita&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O meu amor tem um jeito manso que é só seu&lt;br /&gt;De me fazer rodeios, de me beijar os seios&lt;br /&gt;Me beijar o ventre e me deixar em brasa&lt;br /&gt;Desfruta do meu corpo como se o meu corpo&lt;br /&gt;Fosse a sua casa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou sua menina, viu? E ele é o meu rapaz&lt;br /&gt;Meu corpo é testemunha do bem que ele me faz &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O meu Amor&lt;/strong&gt; de Chico Buarque para a peça da Ópera do Malandro - 1977/1978&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;nota: não façam filmes, 'tá? :-P é só uma letra de música!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10966982-8271716716173388072?l=fightergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fightergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8271716716173388072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10966982&amp;postID=8271716716173388072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10966982/posts/default/8271716716173388072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10966982/posts/default/8271716716173388072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fightergirl.blogspot.com/2009/01/j-no-se-escrevem-letras-destas.html' title='Já não se escrevem letras destas'/><author><name>A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15720285423136872227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10966982.post-6164827754835849641</id><published>2009-01-20T23:23:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-01-20T23:35:37.064Z</updated><title type='text'>Saudade</title><content type='html'>Há algo mais irritante do que ter saudades do que nunca existiu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Tentei pôr isto em Inglês mas não resulta com a mesma intensidade... "Saudade" é mesmo Português)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amanhã já passa.&lt;br /&gt;O meu mal é sono :-P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10966982-6164827754835849641?l=fightergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fightergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6164827754835849641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10966982&amp;postID=6164827754835849641' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10966982/posts/default/6164827754835849641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10966982/posts/default/6164827754835849641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fightergirl.blogspot.com/2009/01/saudade.html' title='Saudade'/><author><name>A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15720285423136872227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10966982.post-3877973108120515070</id><published>2009-01-18T01:00:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-01-18T01:13:38.196Z</updated><title type='text'>Bush Bye Bye Party!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mv5yYHX4oOM/SXJ_tnkiRmI/AAAAAAAAAj0/_4QdMouvhQs/s1600-h/bushbyebyeparty.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292432933806818914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 163px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mv5yYHX4oOM/SXJ_tnkiRmI/AAAAAAAAAj0/_4QdMouvhQs/s400/bushbyebyeparty.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bushbyebyeparty.com/"&gt;http://www.bushbyebyeparty.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Join the world party monday 19th January 2009!&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/10966982-3877973108120515070?l=fightergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fightergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3877973108120515070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10966982&amp;postID=3877973108120515070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10966982/posts/default/3877973108120515070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10966982/posts/default/3877973108120515070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fightergirl.blogspot.com/2009/01/bush-bye-bye-party.html' title='Bush Bye Bye Party!'/><author><name>A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15720285423136872227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mv5yYHX4oOM/SXJ_tnkiRmI/AAAAAAAAAj0/_4QdMouvhQs/s72-c/bushbyebyeparty.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10966982.post-1466428365870496736</id><published>2009-01-17T22:39:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-01-17T22:42:49.542Z</updated><title type='text'>Dark Poetry</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Funeral Blues &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,&lt;br /&gt;Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,&lt;br /&gt;Silence the pianos and with muffled drum&lt;br /&gt;Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead&lt;br /&gt;Scribbling on the sky the message He is Dead.&lt;br /&gt;Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,&lt;br /&gt;Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was my North, my South, my East and West,&lt;br /&gt;My working week and my Sunday rest,&lt;br /&gt;My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;&lt;br /&gt;I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stars are not wanted now; put out every one,&lt;br /&gt;Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun,&lt;br /&gt;Pour away the ocean and sweep up the woods;&lt;br /&gt;For nothing now can ever come to any good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          -- &lt;em&gt;W.H. Auden&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10966982-1466428365870496736?l=fightergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fightergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1466428365870496736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10966982&amp;postID=1466428365870496736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10966982/posts/default/1466428365870496736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10966982/posts/default/1466428365870496736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fightergirl.blogspot.com/2009/01/dark-poetry.html' title='Dark Poetry'/><author><name>A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15720285423136872227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10966982.post-8432305044520328854</id><published>2009-01-13T19:32:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-01-13T19:37:22.537Z</updated><title type='text'>Cri-Cri Ronaldo</title><content type='html'>O "Puto Maravilha" lá ganhou o trofeu que tanto ambicionava. Ninguém lhe tira o "piquinho a saloio" nem a fanfarronice mas tendemos a perdoar a arrogância aos melhores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entre Amor/Ódio ao Cristiano Ronaldo (assim chamado por causa do Ronald Reagan, &lt;em&gt;not kidding&lt;/em&gt;!) por ter ganho o título de melhor jogador do Mundo (de 2008) a Nike Futebol fez um vídeo que pode ser visto na notícia do &lt;a href="http://sol.sapo.pt/PaginaInicial/Desporto/Interior.aspx?content_id=122805"&gt;Publico&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"O teu amor faz-me mais forte. O teu ódio torna-me imparável"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brutal ;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10966982-8432305044520328854?l=fightergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fightergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8432305044520328854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10966982&amp;postID=8432305044520328854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10966982/posts/default/8432305044520328854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10966982/posts/default/8432305044520328854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fightergirl.blogspot.com/2009/01/cri-cri-ronaldo.html' title='Cri-Cri Ronaldo'/><author><name>A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15720285423136872227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10966982.post-1740036598576425033</id><published>2009-01-13T15:01:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-01-13T19:38:20.252Z</updated><title type='text'>The dangers of reading</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;The problem of reading is that one sometimes comes across some dark, obscure thoughts.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is one I came across:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"One thing I truly knew – knew it in the pit of my stomach, in the center of my bones, knew it from the crown of my head to the soles of my feet, knew it deep in my empty chest – was how love gave someone the power to break you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd been broken beyond repair." &lt;/blockquote&gt;in &lt;em&gt;New Moon&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, *Someone* agrees with me! &gt;;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10966982-1740036598576425033?l=fightergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fightergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1740036598576425033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10966982&amp;postID=1740036598576425033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10966982/posts/default/1740036598576425033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10966982/posts/default/1740036598576425033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fightergirl.blogspot.com/2009/01/dangers-of-reading.html' title='The dangers of reading'/><author><name>A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15720285423136872227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10966982.post-410333426412363447</id><published>2009-01-13T14:22:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-01-13T14:27:40.021Z</updated><title type='text'>Ó tempo que eu não ouvia isto!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Hj5S1RCUDvM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Hj5S1RCUDvM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and while I'm at it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ff_GbnpDzwQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ff_GbnpDzwQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E para não deixar amargo de boca:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ygqew4RxIg8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&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/Ygqew4RxIg8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" 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/10966982-410333426412363447?l=fightergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fightergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/410333426412363447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10966982&amp;postID=410333426412363447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10966982/posts/default/410333426412363447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10966982/posts/default/410333426412363447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fightergirl.blogspot.com/2009/01/tempo-que-eu-no-ouvia-isto.html' title='Ó tempo que eu não ouvia isto!'/><author><name>A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15720285423136872227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10966982.post-5981866353117159080</id><published>2009-01-09T15:43:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-01-09T15:51:11.810Z</updated><title type='text'>Quando me sair o euromilhões mais logo....</title><content type='html'>... vou comprar um carrito novo;&lt;br /&gt;Este:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mv5yYHX4oOM/SWdyJVy-pMI/AAAAAAAAAjk/GgfGHgkxzSY/s1600-h/o+meu+aston+beje.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289321792165291202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mv5yYHX4oOM/SWdyJVy-pMI/AAAAAAAAAjk/GgfGHgkxzSY/s400/o+meu+aston+beje.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mv5yYHX4oOM/SWdx0VYbA8I/AAAAAAAAAjU/62oOIfr-PYQ/s1600-h/o+meu+aston+beje+frente.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289321431276651458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Mv5yYHX4oOM/SWdx0VYbA8I/AAAAAAAAAjU/62oOIfr-PYQ/s400/o+meu+aston+beje+frente.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mv5yYHX4oOM/SWdyCgY7j6I/AAAAAAAAAjc/pF8AE188H8U/s1600-h/o+meu+aston+beje+interior.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289321674749743010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Mv5yYHX4oOM/SWdyCgY7j6I/AAAAAAAAAjc/pF8AE188H8U/s400/o+meu+aston+beje+interior.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois damos uma voltinha? ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10966982-5981866353117159080?l=fightergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fightergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5981866353117159080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10966982&amp;postID=5981866353117159080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10966982/posts/default/5981866353117159080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10966982/posts/default/5981866353117159080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fightergirl.blogspot.com/2009/01/quando-me-sair-o-euromilhes-mais-logo.html' title='Quando me sair o euromilhões mais logo....'/><author><name>A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15720285423136872227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mv5yYHX4oOM/SWdyJVy-pMI/AAAAAAAAAjk/GgfGHgkxzSY/s72-c/o+meu+aston+beje.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10966982.post-6662625043175576033</id><published>2009-01-07T00:10:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-01-07T00:13:22.310Z</updated><title type='text'>Find the differences</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/z0Bbw3G_bxk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&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/z0Bbw3G_bxk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the second one better ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dompotjTeIA&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dompotjTeIA&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" 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/10966982-6662625043175576033?l=fightergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fightergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6662625043175576033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10966982&amp;postID=6662625043175576033' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10966982/posts/default/6662625043175576033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10966982/posts/default/6662625043175576033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fightergirl.blogspot.com/2009/01/find-differences.html' title='Find the differences'/><author><name>A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15720285423136872227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10966982.post-2216511421150233339</id><published>2009-01-05T16:07:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-01-05T16:09:41.310Z</updated><title type='text'>Nice Day for the Cullens</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mv5yYHX4oOM/SWIwks4u0sI/AAAAAAAAAjE/mBMJfpQu2yE/s1600-h/Img036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mv5yYHX4oOM/SWIwks4u0sI/AAAAAAAAAjE/mBMJfpQu2yE/s400/Img036.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287842319568917186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(stupid private joke :-P)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10966982-2216511421150233339?l=fightergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fightergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2216511421150233339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10966982&amp;postID=2216511421150233339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10966982/posts/default/2216511421150233339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10966982/posts/default/2216511421150233339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fightergirl.blogspot.com/2009/01/nice-day-for-cullens.html' title='Nice Day for the Cullens'/><author><name>A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15720285423136872227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mv5yYHX4oOM/SWIwks4u0sI/AAAAAAAAAjE/mBMJfpQu2yE/s72-c/Img036.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10966982.post-2406919163847330661</id><published>2009-01-02T17:19:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-01-02T17:21:54.183Z</updated><title type='text'>Aceitam-se opiniões ;-)</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uzdZ86qvLck&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&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/uzdZ86qvLck&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;se não fosse pelo "baixo nível" da questão, até fazia aqui uma "piquena" sondagem sobre os "gostos dos Portugueses" &gt;;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10966982-2406919163847330661?l=fightergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fightergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2406919163847330661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10966982&amp;postID=2406919163847330661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stay Together&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More than anything, I felt one thing: the love of my friends and family. And, mechanically, light-heartedly, I just felt the need to give it all back. It was the best I could have done. There were some pretty bleak moments this year, but you gave me strength to hold my own. I just hope I could give some of it back. Though I'm pretty sure I'm coming up short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't tell enough thanks to all of those that coloured my life in 2008, that helped me be a better person. To all of you My Wonderful Friends:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THANK YOU!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;All the best for 2009! Whatever happens this year, I hope we can hold eachother through thick and thin, as in 2008 :-) See you all soon! :-********* And may the light you put in my life shine as strong in yours.&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/10966982-419939610935490889?l=fightergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fightergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/419939610935490889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10966982&amp;postID=419939610935490889' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10966982/posts/default/419939610935490889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10966982/posts/default/419939610935490889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fightergirl.blogspot.com/2009/01/thank-you.html' title='Thank You!!'/><author><name>A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15720285423136872227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10966982.post-7241078045070027654</id><published>2008-12-30T11:06:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-12-30T11:57:21.283Z</updated><title type='text'>Mental Exercise</title><content type='html'>"Miraculously fast are the recouveries of the young; soon enough she'll be back in the saddle" said the Vicomte de Valmont in Stephen Friar's version of "Dangerous Liaisons" (good book too actually).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as soon as the day dawned after my premonition day, my deamons where back in their lairs and instead of a week long of self torture, I woke up yesterday almost light hearted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never been "young" in the sense of being light hearted, care free and even all that spontaneous in the sense of being thoughtless. I am impulsive but I rarely go too far. I make my own safety nets, even were there aren't any to cling too. I can't really call myself "young" anymore and my risks are more calculated as they have never been - but the recouvery... is getting better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much to my great astonishment, the dread feeling that had me white as a sheet all day, with hands ice cold, an unavoidable shadow over my eyes was gone as if by "magic" - or skill. It seems I am getting a strange sort of "grip".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe my subconscient finally "woke up" - if it was only bothering me, what was the problem really? If I can keep my fits to one day long - though I rather not have them at all - it is quite an improvement!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a hair cut yesterday (it's amazing how getting the hair out of my neck just makes my day! I will never be like any heroin in any book, with the "flowing hair" :-P), I plunged myself into my last book of the vampires-humans-werewolves saga, and I sang "I will survive" from the top of my lungs when it played on the car radio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fierce. ;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10966982-7241078045070027654?l=fightergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fightergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7241078045070027654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10966982&amp;postID=7241078045070027654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10966982/posts/default/7241078045070027654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10966982/posts/default/7241078045070027654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fightergirl.blogspot.com/2008/12/mental-exercise.html' title='Mental Exercise'/><author><name>A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15720285423136872227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10966982.post-1871710489449018978</id><published>2008-12-28T19:00:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-12-28T19:20:57.803Z</updated><title type='text'>Premonition</title><content type='html'>Today I had a retched night, with nightmares that dragged out some of my worse memories, the kind one hides in a deep black box in one's memory. Last night they came back to haunt me. The deamons that will never leave me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up with one of those "certainties" that are based on nothing concrete. I have no data on it, I haven't searched information to base it on and basically I have no idea if that is true because I will not - in this case - search for confirmation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I &lt;em&gt;Know&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, my bad premonitions only cover things that affect me, things that would only hurt me - which is much better than those that involved people I love. As premonitions go, I have no control of the circumstances, the actions that trigger them or the effect they are to produce. They come as a useless warning, to "prepare" myself for things I know I have no possibility to prepare to - I just have to endure it, trying not to crack up. It's frustrating. Suffering, powerless, in antecipation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, someone else's happiness will cut into me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been "here" before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm (not) ready as I have (n)ever been.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10966982-1871710489449018978?l=fightergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fightergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1871710489449018978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10966982&amp;postID=1871710489449018978' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10966982/posts/default/1871710489449018978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10966982/posts/default/1871710489449018978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fightergirl.blogspot.com/2008/12/premonition.html' title='Premonition'/><author><name>A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15720285423136872227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10966982.post-2369855964526709910</id><published>2008-12-23T13:40:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-12-23T14:27:17.036Z</updated><title type='text'>I'm totally running away with it now :-P</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/twilightthemovie#quiz"&gt;&lt;img src="http://twilightthemovie.com/quiz/badge0.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although, as described in "New Moon", I'd be a different character altogether. Those of you who dare read it and have known me well enough for the past years may well see what I'm talking about. Or you might just have a "ah-a!" moment. Or not, if I played my part as well I thought I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can I say? It's a teen flick, a teen saga, with vampires and warewolves, and though I almost double the teens ages I'm totally hooked on the "Twilight" saga!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably because the fact that it has vampires and warewolves in it is just a detail ; the story is about obsessive love, and how to go about it in everyday life. It's also about revenge, protection, family, sacrifice for those who love us and for those we love - putting your life second for the good of others. All things most of us know too well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10966982-2369855964526709910?l=fightergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fightergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2369855964526709910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10966982&amp;postID=2369855964526709910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10966982/posts/default/2369855964526709910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10966982/posts/default/2369855964526709910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fightergirl.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-totally-running-way-with-it-now-p.html' title='I&apos;m totally running away with it now :-P'/><author><name>A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15720285423136872227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10966982.post-2778230362336933769</id><published>2008-12-23T00:51:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-23T00:52:57.550Z</updated><title type='text'>Fire and Ice</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;"Some say the world will end in fire,&lt;br /&gt;Some say in ice.&lt;br /&gt;From what I've tasted of desire&lt;br /&gt;I hold with those who favor fire.&lt;br /&gt;But if it had to perish twice,&lt;br /&gt;I think I know enough of hate&lt;br /&gt;To say that for destruction ice&lt;br /&gt;Is also great&lt;br /&gt;And would suffice."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Robert Frost&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10966982-2778230362336933769?l=fightergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fightergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2778230362336933769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10966982&amp;postID=2778230362336933769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10966982/posts/default/2778230362336933769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10966982/posts/default/2778230362336933769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fightergirl.blogspot.com/2008/12/fire-and-ice.html' title='Fire and Ice'/><author><name>A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15720285423136872227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10966982.post-7984643196027741148</id><published>2008-12-23T00:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-23T00:33:06.114Z</updated><title type='text'>I know it's silly....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://www.twilightthemovie.com/ecard_widget/' target='_blank'&gt;&lt;img src='http://summitent.vo.llnwd.net/o25/twilight/ticket/twiTicketMySpaceBella.jpg' alt='Twilight Badge'/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10966982-7984643196027741148?l=fightergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fightergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7984643196027741148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10966982&amp;postID=7984643196027741148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10966982/posts/default/7984643196027741148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10966982/posts/default/7984643196027741148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fightergirl.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-know-its-silly.html' title='I know it&apos;s silly....'/><author><name>A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15720285423136872227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10966982.post-8177785704544444650</id><published>2008-12-10T23:41:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-10T23:42:39.101Z</updated><title type='text'>A new saying in India</title><content type='html'>"Forgiving a terrorist is left to God, But fixing their appointment with God is our responsibility"                                                              -INDIAN ARMY&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10966982-8177785704544444650?l=fightergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fightergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8177785704544444650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10966982&amp;postID=8177785704544444650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10966982/posts/default/8177785704544444650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10966982/posts/default/8177785704544444650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fightergirl.blogspot.com/2008/12/new-saying-in-india.html' title='A new saying in India'/><author><name>A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15720285423136872227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10966982.post-4214328921290363860</id><published>2008-12-10T18:28:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:32:28.488Z</updated><title type='text'>60º Aniversário da Declaração Universal dos Direitos Humanos</title><content type='html'>Ainda há tanto por fazer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Declaração Universal dos Direitos humanos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Preâmbulo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Considerando que o reconhecimento da dignidade inerente a todos os membros da família humana e dos seus direitos iguais e inalienáveis constitui o fundamento da liberdade, da justiça e da paz no mundo;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Considerando que o desconhecimento e o desprezo dos direitos humanos conduziram a actos de barbárie que revoltam a consciência da Humanidade e que o advento de um mundo em que os seres humanos sejam livres de falar e de crer, libertos do terror e da miséria, foi proclamado como a mais alta inspiração humanos;&lt;br /&gt;Considerando que é essencial a protecção dos direitos humanos através de um regime de direito, para que o homem não seja compelido, em supremo recurso, à revolta contra a tirania e a opressão;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Considerando que é essencial encorajar o desenvolvimento de relações amistosas entre as nações;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Considerando que, na Carta, os povos das Nações Unidas proclamam, de novo, a sua fé nos direitos fundamentais humanos, na dignidade e no valor da pessoa humana, na igualdade de direitos dos homens e das mulheres e se declararam resolvidos a favorecer o progresso social e a instaurar melhores condições de vida dentro de uma liberdade mais ampla;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Considerando que os Estados membros se comprometeram a promover, em cooperação com a Organização das Nações Unidas, o respeito universal e efectivo dos direitos humanos e das liberdades fundamentais;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Considerando que uma concepção comum destes direitos e liberdades é da mais alta importância para dar plena satisfação a tal compromisso:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Assembléia Geral proclama a presente &lt;strong&gt;Declaração Universal&lt;br /&gt;dos Direitos humanos &lt;/strong&gt;como ideal comum a atingir por todos os povos e todas as nações, a fim de que todos os indivíduos e todos os órgãos da sociedade, tendo-a constantemente no espírito, se esforcem, pelo ensino e pela educação, por desenvolver o respeito desses direitos e liberdades e por promover, por medidas progressivas de ordem nacional e internacional, o seu reconhecimento e a sua aplicação universais e efectivos tanto entre as populações dos próprios Estados membros como entre as dos territórios colocados sob a sua jurisdição.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Artigo 1°&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Todos os seres humanos nascem livres e iguais em dignidade e em direitos. Dotados de razão e de consciência, devem agir uns para com os outros em espírito de fraternidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Artigo 2°&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todos os seres humanos podem invocar os direitos e as liberdades proclamados na presente Declaração, sem distinção alguma, nomeadamente de raça, de cor, de sexo, de língua, de religião, de opinião política ou outra, de origem nacional ou social, de fortuna, de nascimento ou de qualquer outra situação.&lt;br /&gt;Além disso, não será feita nenhuma distinção fundada no estatuto político, jurídico ou internacional do país ou do território da naturalidade da pessoa, seja esse país ou território independente, sob tutela, autónomo ou sujeito a alguma limitação de soberania.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Artigo 3° &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todo o indivíduo tem direito à vida, à liberdade e à segurança pessoal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Artigo 4°&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Ninguém será mantido em escravatura ou em servidão; a escravatura e o trato dos escravos, sob todas as formas, são proibidos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Artigo 5°&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém será submetido a tortura nem a penas ou tratamentos cruéis, desumanos ou degradantes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Artigo 6°&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Todos os indivíduos têm direito ao reconhecimento, em todos os lugares, da sua personalidade jurídica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Artigo 7°&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Todos são iguais perante a lei e, sem distinção, têm direito a igual protecção da lei. Todos têm direito a protecção igual contra qualquer discriminação que viole a presente Declaração e contra qualquer incitamento a tal discriminação.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Artigo 8°&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toda a pessoa tem direito a recurso efectivo para as jurisdições nacionais competentes contra os actos que violem os direitos fundamentais reconhecidos pela Constituição ou pela lei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Artigo 9°&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém pode ser arbitrariamente preso, detido ou exilado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Artigo 10°&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Toda a pessoa tem direito, em plena igualdade, a que a sua causa seja equitativa e publicamente julgada por um tribunal independente e imparcial que decida dos seus direitos e obrigações ou das razões de qualquer acusação em matéria penal que contra ela seja deduzida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Artigo 11°&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Toda a pessoa acusada de um acto delituoso presume-se inocente até que a sua culpabilidade fique legalmente provada no decurso de um processo público em que todas as garantias necessárias de defesa lhe sejam asseguradas.&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém será condenado por acções ou omissões que, no momento da sua prática, não constituíam acto delituoso à face do direito interno ou internacional. Do mesmo modo, não será infligida pena mais grave do que a que era aplicável no momento em que o acto delituoso foi cometido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Artigo 12°&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém sofrerá intromissões arbitrárias na sua vida privada, na sua família, no seu domicílio ou na sua correspondência, nem ataques à sua honra e reputação. Contra tais intromissões ou ataques toda a pessoa tem direito a protecção da lei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Artigo 13°&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toda a pessoa tem o direito de livremente circular e escolher a sua residência no interior de um Estado.&lt;br /&gt;Toda a pessoa tem o direito de abandonar o país em que se encontra, incluindo o seu, e o direito de regressar ao seu país.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Artigo 14°&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toda a pessoa sujeita a perseguição tem o direito de procurar e de beneficiar de asilo em outros países.&lt;br /&gt;Este direito não pode, porém, ser invocado no caso de processo realmente existente por crime de direito comum ou por actividades contrárias aos fins e aos princípios das Nações Unidas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Artigo 15°&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Todo o indivíduo tem direito a ter uma nacionalidade.&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém pode ser arbitrariamente privado da sua nacionalidade nem do direito de mudar de nacionalidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Artigo 16°&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A partir da idade núbil, o homem e a mulher têm o direito de casar e de constituir família, sem restrição alguma de raça, nacionalidade ou religião. Durante o casamento e na altura da sua dissolução, ambos têm direitos iguais.&lt;br /&gt;O casamento não pode ser celebrado sem o livre e pleno consentimento dos futuros esposos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A família é o elemento natural e fundamental da sociedade e tem direito à protecção desta e do Estado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Artigo 17°&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Toda a pessoa, individual ou colectivamente, tem direito à propriedade.&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém pode ser arbitrariamente privado da sua propriedade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Artigo 18°&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toda a pessoa tem direito à liberdade de pensamento, de consciência e de religião; este direito implica a liberdade de mudar de religião ou de convicção, assim como a liberdade de manifestar a religião ou convicção, sozinho ou em comum, tanto em público como em privado, pelo ensino, pela prática, pelo culto e pelos ritos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Artigo 19°&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Todo o indivíduo tem direito à liberdade de opinião e de expressão, o que implica o direito de não ser inquietado pelas suas opiniões e o de procurar, receber e difundir, sem consideração de fronteiras, informações e idéias por qualquer meio de expressão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Artigo 20°&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toda a pessoa tem direito à liberdade de reunião e de associação pacíficas.&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém pode ser obrigado a fazer parte de uma associação.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Artigo 21°&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toda a pessoa tem o direito de tomar parte na direcção dos negócios, públicos do seu país, quer directamente, quer por intermédio de representantes livremente escolhidos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toda a pessoa tem direito de acesso, em condições de igualdade, às funções públicas do seu país.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A vontade do povo é o fundamento da autoridade dos poderes públicos: e deve exprimir-se através de eleições honestas a realizar periodicamente por sufrágio universal e igual, com voto secreto ou segundo processo equivalente que salvaguarde a liberdade de voto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Artigo 22°&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toda a pessoa, como membro da sociedade, tem direito à segurança social; e pode legitimamente exigir a satisfação dos direitos económicos, sociais e culturais indispensáveis, graças ao esforço nacional e à cooperação internacional, de harmonia com a organização e os recursos de cada país.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Artigo 23°&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Toda a pessoa tem direito ao trabalho, à livre escolha do trabalho, a condições equitativas e satisfatórias de trabalho e à protecção contra o desemprego.&lt;br /&gt;Todos têm direito, sem discriminação alguma, a salário igual por trabalho igual.&lt;br /&gt;Quem trabalha tem direito a uma remuneração equitativa e satisfatória, que lhe permita e à sua família uma existência conforme com a dignidade humana, e completada, se possível, por todos os outros meios de protecção social.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toda a pessoa tem o direito de fundar com outras pessoas sindicatos e de se filiar em sindicatos para defesa dos seus interesses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Artigo 24°&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toda a pessoa tem direito ao repouso e aos lazeres, especialmente, a uma limitação razoável da duração do trabalho e as férias periódicas pagas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Artigo 25°&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toda a pessoa tem direito a um nível de vida suficiente para lhe assegurar e à sua família a saúde e o bem-estar, principalmente quanto à alimentação, ao vestuário, ao alojamento, à assistência médica e ainda quanto aos serviços sociais necessários, e tem direito à segurança no desemprego, na doença, na invalidez, na viuvez, na velhice ou noutros casos de perda de meios de subsistência por circunstâncias independentes da sua vontade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A maternidade e a infância têm direito a ajuda e a assistência especiais. Todas as crianças, nascidas dentro ou fora do matrimônio, gozam da mesma protecção social.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Artigo 26°&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toda a pessoa tem direito à educação. A educação deve ser gratuita, pelo menos a correspondente ao ensino elementar fundamental. O ensino elementar é obrigatório. O ensino técnico e profissional dever ser generalizado; o acesso aos estudos superiores deve estar aberto a todos em plena igualdade, em função do seu mérito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A educação deve visar à plena expansão da personalidade humana e ao reforço dos direitos humanos e das liberdades fundamentais e deve favorecer a compreensão, a tolerância e a amizade entre todas as nações e todos os grupos raciais ou religiosos, bem como o desenvolvimento das actividades das Nações Unidas para a manutenção da paz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aos pais pertence a prioridade do direito de escolher o género de educação a dar aos filhos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Artigo 27°&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toda a pessoa tem o direito de tomar parte livremente na vida cultural da comunidade, de fruir as artes e de participar no progresso científico e nos benefícios que deste resultam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todos têm direito à protecção dos interesses morais e materiais ligados a qualquer produção científica, literária ou artística da sua autoria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Artigo 28°&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Toda a pessoa tem direito a que reine, no plano social e no plano internacional, uma ordem capaz de tornar plenamente efectivos os direitos e as liberdades enunciadas na presente Declaração.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Artigo 29°&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O indivíduo tem deveres para com a comunidade, fora da qual não é possível o livre e pleno desenvolvimento da sua personalidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No exercício destes direitos e no gozo destas liberdades ninguém está sujeito senão às limitações estabelecidas pela lei com vista exclusivamente a promover o reconhecimento e o respeito dos direitos e liberdades dos outros e a fim de satisfazer as justas exigências da moral, da ordem pública e do bem-estar numa sociedade democrática.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em caso algum estes direitos e liberdades poderão ser exercidos contrariamente aos fins e aos princípios das Nações Unidas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Artigo 30°&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nenhuma disposição da presente Declaração pode ser interpretada de maneira a envolver para qualquer Estado, agrupamento ou indivíduo o direito de se entregar a alguma actividade ou de praticar algum acto destinado a destruir os direitos e liberdades aqui enunciados.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10966982-4214328921290363860?l=fightergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fightergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4214328921290363860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10966982&amp;postID=4214328921290363860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10966982/posts/default/4214328921290363860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10966982/posts/default/4214328921290363860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fightergirl.blogspot.com/2008/12/60-aniversrio-da-declarao-universal-dos.html' title='60º Aniversário da Declaração Universal dos Direitos Humanos'/><author><name>A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15720285423136872227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10966982.post-7371337132485798077</id><published>2008-12-10T18:06:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:07:12.526Z</updated><title type='text'>O Interesse do Universo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;O interesse do universo está todo na vida, na sua luta, na sua paixão, no seu cerimonial, no seu ideal e no seu mal. O Sol, nascendo por detrás das Pirâmides, sobre o fulvo deserto da Líbia, forma um prodigioso cenário; o vale do Caos, nos Pirinéus, é de uma grandeza exuberante; - mas todos estes espectáculos hão-de ser sempre infinitamente menos interessantes que uma simples comédia de ciúmes, passada num quinto andar. Que há, com efeito, de comum entre mim e o Monte Branco? Enquanto que as alegrias amorosas do meu vizinho, ou os prantos do seu luto, são como a consciência visível das minhas próprias sensações. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eça de Queirós, in 'Cartas de Paris'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10966982-7371337132485798077?l=fightergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fightergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7371337132485798077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10966982&amp;postID=7371337132485798077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10966982/posts/default/7371337132485798077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10966982/posts/default/7371337132485798077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fightergirl.blogspot.com/2008/12/o-interesse-do-universo.html' title='O Interesse do Universo...'/><author><name>A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15720285423136872227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10966982.post-6553862130294228865</id><published>2008-12-03T17:09:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-12-03T17:09:51.524Z</updated><title type='text'>E agora com letra!!</title><content type='html'>All together now! :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_FuI8luX3ow&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&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/_FuI8luX3ow&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" 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/10966982-6553862130294228865?l=fightergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fightergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6553862130294228865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10966982&amp;postID=6553862130294228865' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10966982/posts/default/6553862130294228865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10966982/posts/default/6553862130294228865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fightergirl.blogspot.com/2008/12/e-agora-com-letra.html' title='E agora com letra!!'/><author><name>A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15720285423136872227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10966982.post-4001367640977392617</id><published>2008-12-03T10:57:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-03T10:58:04.905Z</updated><title type='text'>É só mesmo de vocês que eu preciso! :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ip-Ql5FQlhc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&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/ip-Ql5FQlhc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" 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/10966982-4001367640977392617?l=fightergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fightergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4001367640977392617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10966982&amp;postID=4001367640977392617' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10966982/posts/default/4001367640977392617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10966982/posts/default/4001367640977392617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fightergirl.blogspot.com/2008/12/s-mesmo-de-vocs-que-eu-preciso.html' title='É só mesmo de vocês que eu preciso! :)'/><author><name>A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15720285423136872227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10966982.post-8769544490685847354</id><published>2008-11-26T12:24:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-11-26T12:26:34.640Z</updated><title type='text'>Mais do que medicamentos</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PQnCZ_sJoXo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&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/PQnCZ_sJoXo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:')&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10966982-8769544490685847354?l=fightergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fightergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8769544490685847354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10966982&amp;postID=8769544490685847354' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10966982/posts/default/8769544490685847354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10966982/posts/default/8769544490685847354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fightergirl.blogspot.com/2008/11/mais-do-que-medicamentos.html' title='Mais do que medicamentos'/><author><name>A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15720285423136872227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10966982.post-2919026693941293178</id><published>2008-11-26T10:18:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-11-26T10:29:22.412Z</updated><title type='text'>Há marcas que ninguém deve usar.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9hlbZpr0QZE&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9hlbZpr0QZE&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ontem, 25 de Novembro, foi o Dia Internacional Contra a Violência contra as Mulheres.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vejam a origem deste anúncio &lt;a href="http://www.meiosepublicidade.pt/2008/11/25/apav-lanca-campanha-de-sensibilizacao-ha-marcas-que-ninguem-deve-usar/"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10966982-2919026693941293178?l=fightergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fightergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2919026693941293178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10966982&amp;postID=2919026693941293178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10966982/posts/default/2919026693941293178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10966982/posts/default/2919026693941293178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fightergirl.blogspot.com/2008/11/h-marcas-que-ningum-deve-usar.html' title='Há marcas que ninguém deve usar.'/><author><name>A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15720285423136872227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10966982.post-2734236799351004173</id><published>2008-11-19T23:26:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-11-19T23:41:51.168Z</updated><title type='text'>Procuro curso de formação...</title><content type='html'>.. para lidar com comportamentos erráticos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Detesto depender da estabilidade dos meus afectos para poder dormir descansada. Se não estou bem com os meus amigos, com as pessoas que me são queridas, não estou bem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nem sempre podemos estar "bem". Somos humanos. Todos temos defeitos e pancadas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu detesto - detesto mesmo - que isso me afecte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aos poucos vou ganhando calo, confesso. Vou tendo mais tolerância, se bem que em certas coisas não sei se é tolerância se é indiferença que vou aprendendo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Detesto aprender a ser indiferente. Detesto procurar não me importar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Detesto não ter tempo para me importar mais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Detesto quando tenho tempo para me importar e já não sei como....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10966982-2734236799351004173?l=fightergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fightergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2734236799351004173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10966982&amp;postID=2734236799351004173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10966982/posts/default/2734236799351004173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10966982/posts/default/2734236799351004173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fightergirl.blogspot.com/2008/11/procuro-curso-de-formao.html' title='Procuro curso de formação...'/><author><name>A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15720285423136872227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10966982.post-1629906155628120392</id><published>2008-11-18T20:36:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-11-18T21:31:28.073Z</updated><title type='text'>O acto "social" de ir "às meninas"....</title><content type='html'>Bem sei: sob a capa da “gaja porreira” e de uma certa abertura de espírito que me caracteriza, há certas coisas para as quais há muito deixei de apresentar-me como politicamente correcta.  Sou claramente a favor da igualdade de direitos das mulheres, machismos admito-os ao James Bond, e não financio com o meu dinheiro de turista países muçulmanos já que a sua cultura  me ofende profundamente como mulher. Não nasci para andar escondida, para ser menos que um homem, nem ser criada de ninguém porque nasci sem pénis. Tenho  desprezo tanto por homens como por mulheres que pensam  e defendem que as mulheres “servem para servir”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No entanto, não me estorva que hajam relações poligâmicas, não sou contra bacanais, nem swing, nem S&amp;amp;M, nem a outra qualquer forma de relacionamento com mais ou menos confusão, desde que não magoe ninguém que não queira ser magoado, desde que não envolva mentir a alguém, abusar da confiança de alguém, trair, abusar e que – sobretudo – não incite ao crime.  Eu, pessoalmente, não embarcaria em opções deste género mas quem está para isso – porque não? &lt;em&gt;Whatever rocks your boat!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No entanto, há uma coisa que acho profundamente desprezível:  a Prostituição.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confesso, há algo de “romântico” no tango nascido dos bordeis da Argentina, na ideia de cortesãs mais poderosas que homens de estado, no sentimento trágico do “Moulin Rouge” e da “Dama das Camélias”,  no romantismo da canção dos Police em  que o “homem bom” vem apagar a “luz vermelha” da Roxanne, e na realidade eufemística do “Tomorrow we’ll see” do Sting; Ri-me da ridicularia que temo ter algo de verdadeira nas “conversas de engate” do filme “Call Girl” e não escondo algum fascínio decadente pelo Strip. E quem não achou piada ao "Pretty Woman"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A "profissão mais velha do mundo" não tem, no entanto, nada de romântico ou glamoroso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Universitárias que se prostituem para o luxo é um facto, mulheres abaixo dessa condição, que vendem o corpo pela aparência de riqueza. Não lhes tenho o menor respeito – nem aos homens que lhes pagam.  Não deixa de haver uma certa ironia de ver as “gajas boas” a sacar dinheiro a “gajos ridículos”. Os controladores passam a controlados, pela sua própria incapacidade de lidarem com as suas próprias limitações. Todos eles, seres patéticos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há as que o fazem por desespero, porque não se acham dignas de melhor, muitas delas vitimas de abusos, porque há uma renda para pagar, filhos para criar e comida para pôr na mesa e sem qualificações não há trabalho que dê para tudo. "Fácil" não é com certeza o dinheiro que fazem. Rápido, talvez. Fácil, dúvido muito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No rasto dessa “decadência de luxúria” vem algo muito cru, muito sujo, muito baixo, muito perigoso: as redes de prostituição.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;São homens desprezíveis que pagam para ouvir mentiras, pelo controlo que podem exercer sobre as fêmeas, disponíveis porque são pagas para isso.  Atrás vem um  negócio de proxenetas, que vivem de angariar mulheres para sexo a soldo, por uma “percentagem e protecção”. A procura é grande e para quê ficar com percentagens de um serviço quando se pode ficar com tudo? E assim nasce o tráfico de mulheres. Sem documentos, sem dinheiro, sob ameaças físicas que muitas vezes envolvem as suas famílias, sorriem, como não?, nas mãos de os anormais que, incapazes de respeitarem ou se relacionarem com mulheres “reais” (dessas que dão muito trabalho...), pagam para ouvir a  mentira de que são “os maiores”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sem oferta não há mercado? Discordo. Não há mercado quando não há procura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;E perguntam vocês: donde me veio isto agora?&lt;br /&gt;Simples:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ontem, enquanto esperava horas esquecidas por uma consulta do médico, junto à entrada de obstetricia, onde passavam mães com os seus filhos, à falta de interesse por outra coisa que não fossem os cartazes na parede, li uma frase que me marcou:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Nascer Mulher ainda é um risco de Vida"&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A frase é título de um cartaz que faz parte de uma campanha das Nações Unidas apoiada em &lt;a href="http://www.portaldasaude.pt/portal/conteudos/a+saude+em+portugal/noticias/arquivo/2007/11/capanha+apf.htm"&gt;Portugal pela APF&lt;/a&gt;,  cujo um dos objectivos é "Promover a igualdade do género e capacitar as mulheres", uma vez que "Por ano, quatro milhões de mulheres de todas as idades são compradas para prostituição, escravatura e casamentos forçados."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por ironia do destino, ao falar com um amigo nessa mesma noite, uma inocente conversa sobre "despedidas de solteiro" transformou-se num "debate" (para não dizer discussão) sobre a prostituição. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tentei puxar da minha abertura de espírito, concordar em discordar. Mas não fui capaz.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje acordei de estômago às voltas, de maus fígados e mau humor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como mulher não foi nem uma nem duas vezes que fui abordada como se fosse "carne disponível", fosse em saidas à noite, fosse em pleno dia na minha vidinha normal. Já fingiram interesse por mim sem que lhe interessasse efectivamente o que sou como pessoa. E já me responderam que não levasse a mal: são apenas exercícios, a ver se ainda pescam alguma coisa, os frustrados "zé-zés camarinhas" desta vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os mesmos, aposto, que "vão às meninas".....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10966982-1629906155628120392?l=fightergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fightergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1629906155628120392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10966982&amp;postID=1629906155628120392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10966982/posts/default/1629906155628120392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10966982/posts/default/1629906155628120392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fightergirl.blogspot.com/2008/11/o-acto-social-de-ir-s-meninas.html' title='O acto &quot;social&quot; de ir &quot;às meninas&quot;....'/><author><name>A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15720285423136872227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10966982.post-2415220344028135630</id><published>2008-11-13T15:05:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-11-13T15:07:30.455Z</updated><title type='text'>Esperança!</title><content type='html'>Os Milagres ainda vão acontecendo - mesmo quando se tropeça neles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no Publico de hoje:&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Transplante de medula óssea a doente com HIV terá erradicado o vírus da sida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;12.11.2008, Ana Gerschenfeld&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Um médico alemão tratou um doente seropositivo&lt;br /&gt;que tinha uma leucemia&lt;br /&gt;e conseguiu uma vitória, que já dura há quase dois anos, contra o vírus da sida&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A história foi divulgada pela primeira vez em Março, num congresso sobre retrovírus e doenças oportunistas em Boston. Gero Hütter e os seus colegas da Universidade Médica de Berlim apresentaram o espantoso caso de um doente com HIV e leucemia que, ao que tudo indicava, estava livre do vírus da sida há 145 dias. Porém, o resultado foi recebido com tanta prudência - falar em "cura" da sida tornou-se hoje quase uma blasfémia, tal é o número de fracassos e desilusões da investigação científica - que o anúncio passou despercebido. Mas, há uns dias, o Wall Street Journal (WSJ) voltou à carga."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o resto da história &lt;a href="http://jornal.publico.clix.pt/default.asp?url=%2Fmain%2Easp%3Fdt%3D20081112%26page%3D18%26c%3DA"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10966982-2415220344028135630?l=fightergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fightergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2415220344028135630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10966982&amp;postID=2415220344028135630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10966982/posts/default/2415220344028135630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10966982/posts/default/2415220344028135630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fightergirl.blogspot.com/2008/11/esperana.html' title='Esperança!'/><author><name>A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15720285423136872227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10966982.post-4466805296552511266</id><published>2008-11-13T14:36:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:39:51.235Z</updated><title type='text'>Mudança</title><content type='html'>As fases de mudança são sempre dadas a boas reflexões....&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mv5yYHX4oOM/SRw7rxhjsiI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/qSU6zFE-XK0/s1600-h/changew.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 279px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mv5yYHX4oOM/SRw7rxhjsiI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/qSU6zFE-XK0/s400/changew.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268151287331140130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10966982-4466805296552511266?l=fightergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fightergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4466805296552511266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10966982&amp;postID=4466805296552511266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10966982/posts/default/4466805296552511266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10966982/posts/default/4466805296552511266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fightergirl.blogspot.com/2008/11/mudana.html' title='Mudança'/><author><name>A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15720285423136872227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Mv5yYHX4oOM/SRw7rxhjsiI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/qSU6zFE-XK0/s72-c/changew.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10966982.post-8358791772219664661</id><published>2008-11-08T18:21:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-11-08T18:38:31.698Z</updated><title type='text'>Para  "El Duro"</title><content type='html'>"In the world there is Darkness and there is Light; And you are one of the Lights,[...] the Light of all Light."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É piroso, mas é verdade. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fica bem (depressa)! :-*************&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10966982-8358791772219664661?l=fightergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fightergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8358791772219664661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10966982&amp;postID=8358791772219664661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10966982/posts/default/8358791772219664661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10966982/posts/default/8358791772219664661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fightergirl.blogspot.com/2008/11/para-el-duro.html' title='Para  &quot;El Duro&quot;'/><author><name>A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15720285423136872227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10966982.post-7617577972292689319</id><published>2008-11-08T17:25:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-11-08T17:27:06.509Z</updated><title type='text'>Nós Podemos, Pá!</title><content type='html'>E não é que os Americanos lá conseguiram acordar para a vida?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nós Podemos também! ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FaeulVjwpM4&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FaeulVjwpM4&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" 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/10966982-7617577972292689319?l=fightergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fightergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7617577972292689319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10966982&amp;postID=7617577972292689319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10966982/posts/default/7617577972292689319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10966982/posts/default/7617577972292689319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fightergirl.blogspot.com/2008/11/ns-podemos-p.html' title='Nós Podemos, Pá!'/><author><name>A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15720285423136872227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10966982.post-1827884628308040273</id><published>2008-11-08T17:17:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-11-08T17:20:02.595Z</updated><title type='text'>Brevemente disponível na rede dos CTT ;-)</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/z7uA0BVmn0Y&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/z7uA0BVmn0Y&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" 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/10966982-1827884628308040273?l=fightergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fightergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1827884628308040273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10966982&amp;postID=1827884628308040273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10966982/posts/default/1827884628308040273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10966982/posts/default/1827884628308040273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fightergirl.blogspot.com/2008/11/brevemente-disponvel-na-rede-dos-ctt.html' title='Brevemente disponível na rede dos CTT ;-)'/><author><name>A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15720285423136872227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10966982.post-8503789625327687154</id><published>2008-11-04T14:44:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-11-04T14:55:32.036Z</updated><title type='text'>E a ressabiada sou eu?</title><content type='html'>Um fulano (americano) apanhou a namorada na cama com outro e em vez de lhe "fazer a folha", "fez-lhe um site". Ou melhor: fez-lhe a folha num site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vejam a noticia no &lt;a href="http://diariodigital.sapo.pt/news.asp?section_id=44&amp;amp;id_news=357053"&gt;Diário Digital&lt;/a&gt; ou verifiquem o dito site em &lt;a href="http://www.ihateyoujulia.com/"&gt;http://www.ihateyoujulia.com/&lt;/a&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quanto mais visitas referenciadas o site tiver (numa tentativa de aumentar distribuir pelos amigos), mais depressa será divulgado o "video caseiro" e mais novas e supostamente reveladoras fotos da moçoila serão disponibilizadas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isto parece o argumento do "&lt;a href="http://www.sonypictures.com/homevideo/untraceable/"&gt;Untraceable&lt;/a&gt;" mas sem sangue :-P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rebuscadinho...! &gt;;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vá, satisfaçam a curiosidade morbida... eu nem pûs o link que conta para a revelação... &gt;;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10966982-8503789625327687154?l=fightergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fightergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8503789625327687154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10966982&amp;postID=8503789625327687154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10966982/posts/default/8503789625327687154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10966982/posts/default/8503789625327687154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fightergirl.blogspot.com/2008/11/e-ressabiada-sou-eu.html' title='E a ressabiada sou eu?'/><author><name>A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15720285423136872227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10966982.post-3741435081627966501</id><published>2008-11-04T13:56:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-11-04T13:57:19.919Z</updated><title type='text'>No Seré....</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fDigdBt-6lI&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1"&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/fDigdBt-6lI&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero eso lo sé ;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10966982-3741435081627966501?l=fightergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fightergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3741435081627966501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10966982&amp;postID=3741435081627966501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10966982/posts/default/3741435081627966501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10966982/posts/default/3741435081627966501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fightergirl.blogspot.com/2008/11/no-ser.html' title='No Seré....'/><author><name>A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15720285423136872227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10966982.post-4376231048359383979</id><published>2008-11-04T12:28:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-11-04T12:30:09.611Z</updated><title type='text'>The eternal doubt</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ludxpkyrab0&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1"&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/Ludxpkyrab0&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such a beautiful song and such a nice cover...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10966982-4376231048359383979?l=fightergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fightergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4376231048359383979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10966982&amp;postID=4376231048359383979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10966982/posts/default/4376231048359383979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10966982/posts/default/4376231048359383979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fightergirl.blogspot.com/2008/11/eternal-doubt.html' title='The eternal doubt'/><author><name>A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15720285423136872227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10966982.post-837081015853378133</id><published>2008-11-04T01:08:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-11-04T01:08:57.746Z</updated><title type='text'>E agora com classe.... ;-)</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dBHhSVJ_S6A&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&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/dBHhSVJ_S6A&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" 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/10966982-837081015853378133?l=fightergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fightergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/837081015853378133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10966982&amp;postID=837081015853378133' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10966982/posts/default/837081015853378133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10966982/posts/default/837081015853378133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fightergirl.blogspot.com/2008/11/e-agora-com-classe.html' title='E agora com classe.... ;-)'/><author><name>A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15720285423136872227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10966982.post-3532697476693851730</id><published>2008-11-04T01:05:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-11-04T01:06:22.464Z</updated><title type='text'>Ah Faneca! ;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4u6ycs90YIk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&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/4u6ycs90YIk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" 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' 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href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10966982&amp;postID=2313778642577972106' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10966982/posts/default/2313778642577972106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10966982/posts/default/2313778642577972106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fightergirl.blogspot.com/2008/11/uma-chatice.html' title='É uma chatice...'/><author><name>A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15720285423136872227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10966982.post-7507605165606013044</id><published>2008-10-29T18:31:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-10-30T15:05:52.508Z</updated><title type='text'>Resisting the feeling</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/I-p-WNtoAnA&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/I-p-WNtoAnA&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I went to the cardiologist. To my immense astonishment the heart condition I developed 3 years ago did not get worse. It's totally stable and I probably won't need to bother much with it for the next 5 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coincidently, I've been becoming able of listening to this song without feeling a knot in the stomach, as I used to. It's now becoming somewhat soothing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's because I am finally not re-living the nightmare recurrently every "memorable date". I just sort of "remembered" it because I had to do the check up - on a "memorable" month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wish this is in fact the last time I "leave it".&lt;br /&gt;3 years is way too long...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10966982-7507605165606013044?l=fightergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fightergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7507605165606013044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10966982&amp;postID=7507605165606013044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10966982/posts/default/7507605165606013044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10966982/posts/default/7507605165606013044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fightergirl.blogspot.com/2008/10/resisting-feeling.html' title='Resisting the feeling'/><author><name>A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15720285423136872227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10966982.post-5343778832345170575</id><published>2008-09-09T23:21:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T00:38:16.692+01:00</updated><title type='text'>"Official Statement" or "before it becomes a trend"</title><content type='html'>It is said that when thing happens 2 times it's a coincidence - 3 times makes it a trend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the last couple of weeks, in different contexts, 2 different people asked me the same question - and I really want to stop it before it becomes that dreaded trend.&lt;br /&gt;As I had finished saying something in English, once on a phone call, other as a joke, they asked me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey, where did you learn to speak like that? did you date a brit? you must have, haven't you??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why,oh Why speaking with a nice accent and remembering a bunch of weird vocabulary nobody ever uses be only possible with dating a "native"?!? DO I LOOK THAT LIMITED?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What really astonished me was the "insisting" on the fact that I *must have had* SURELY dated a brit. The fact is I sort of "dated" a brit (he has a different opinion though, if someone ever asks him) but I spoke like this BEFORE!! The sole 2 things I ever learned from him in English was the true meanings of "shark" (when called to a person) and of "crash and burn" (and oh boy did I learn that well...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I felt the need to put down in words (not "how wonderful life is" like in the song) that all my fluency in english comes from my parents hard worked investment in my education, a lot of effort from my part, some well spent summer holidays studying abroad, and a lot of music and reading - all well before I met any brits I might date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that's not all:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Just in case anyone thinks I just wanted to impress any german hybrids, I did learn german while I was still in college - Keine Liebe da.&lt;br /&gt;- I also speak Spanish - y no me lié con ningún Español&lt;br /&gt;- I still know some of my high-school French - mais je n'ai pas trouvé que l'amour de Cyrano de Bergerac...&lt;br /&gt;- I speak a bit of Italian - Perchè ho amici in Italia a chi voglio parlare in su lengua&lt;br /&gt;And of course, &lt;br /&gt;- Portuguese - Porque "ser poeta é ser mais alto, é ser maior do que os homens, morder como quem beija" :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also tried languages machines could understand: PHP, HTML, Java Scrip, SQL... that I learned by myself with a little help from some dear friends (none of them foreign) whom I haven't dated either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before anyone asks, I'm not a linguist and I don't really "need" all this to do my work. And I didn't "date" anyone to get my job. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite all that, I feel I really have a lot to learn still.&lt;br /&gt;But I won't get any "schooling" or "string pulling" on my behalf from someone I might date. :-P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ladies, get real! Get your own diamonds, learn things for yourselves, row your own boats! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more trends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10966982-5343778832345170575?l=fightergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fightergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5343778832345170575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10966982&amp;postID=5343778832345170575' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10966982/posts/default/5343778832345170575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10966982/posts/default/5343778832345170575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fightergirl.blogspot.com/2008/09/official-statement-or-before-it-becomes.html' title='&quot;Official Statement&quot; or &quot;before it becomes a trend&quot;'/><author><name>A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15720285423136872227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10966982.post-3537587535763597671</id><published>2008-08-29T14:09:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T14:20:31.000+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Another life lesson</title><content type='html'>After all this time, a 3 year old unique event still teaches me (hard) lessons:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Just because it is explained to you time and time again that a certain situation is complicated beyond possible solution, the very same situation is easily solved, pulling a few strings, including getting your friends to get your underqualified "girlfriend" a job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's called a "change in political will". - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ain't luuuurrrvve so f***ing grand....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's that time of the year again!... for me to get the heart check up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10966982-3537587535763597671?l=fightergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fightergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3537587535763597671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10966982&amp;postID=3537587535763597671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10966982/posts/default/3537587535763597671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10966982/posts/default/3537587535763597671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fightergirl.blogspot.com/2008/08/another-life-lesson.html' title='Another life lesson'/><author><name>A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15720285423136872227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10966982.post-1514318913121113156</id><published>2008-07-24T22:37:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T22:38:41.803+01:00</updated><title type='text'>3st4 B04 3sta...</title><content type='html'>3M D14 D3 V3R40, 3574V4 N4 PR414, 0853RV4ND0 DU45 CR14NC45 8R1NC4ND0 N4 4R314. 3L45 7R484LH4V4M MU170 C0N57RU1ND0 UM C4573L0 D3 4R314, C0M 70RR35, P4554R3L45 3 P4554G3NS 1N73RN45. QU4ND0 3575V4M QU453 4C484ND0, V310 UM4 0ND4 3 D357RU1U 7UD0, R3DU21ND0 0 C4573L0 4 UM M0N73 D3 4R314 3 35PUM4. &lt;br /&gt;4CH31 QU3, D3P015 D3 74N70 35F0RC0 3 CU1D4D0, 45 CR14NC45 C41R14M N0 CH0R0, C0RR3R4M P3L4 PR414, FUG1ND0 D4 4GU4, R1ND0 D3 M405 D4D45 3 C0M3C4R4M 4 C0N57RU1R 0U7R0 C4573L0. C0MPR33ND1 QU3 H4V14 4PR3ND1D0 UM4 GR4ND3 L1C40; G4574M05 MU170 73MP0 D4 N0554 V1D4 C0N57RU1ND0 4LGUM4 C0154 3 M415 C3D0 0U M415 74RD3, UM4 0ND4 P0D3R4 V1R 3 D357RU1R 7UD0 0 QU3 L3V4M05 74N70 73MP0 P4R4 C0N57RU1R. M45 QU4ND0 1550 4C0N73C3R 50M3N73 4QU3L3 QU3 73M 45 M405 D3 4LGU3M P4R4 53GUR4R, 53R4 C4P42 D3 50RR1R! S0 0 QU3 P3RM4N3C3 3 4 4M124D3, 0 4M0R 3 C4R1NH0. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0 R3570 3 F3170 D3 4R314 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Anónimo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10966982-1514318913121113156?l=fightergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fightergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1514318913121113156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10966982&amp;postID=1514318913121113156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10966982/posts/default/1514318913121113156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10966982/posts/default/1514318913121113156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fightergirl.blogspot.com/2008/07/3st4-b04-3sta.html' title='3st4 B04 3sta...'/><author><name>A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15720285423136872227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10966982.post-3880969488276707805</id><published>2008-07-10T21:39:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T21:41:33.463+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Confiança Cega?</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rhg9cK_PzMQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rhg9cK_PzMQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talvez não.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10966982-3880969488276707805?l=fightergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fightergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3880969488276707805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10966982&amp;postID=3880969488276707805' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10966982/posts/default/3880969488276707805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10966982/posts/default/3880969488276707805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fightergirl.blogspot.com/2008/07/confiana-cega.html' title='Confiança Cega?'/><author><name>A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15720285423136872227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10966982.post-6292018801635115518</id><published>2008-07-06T19:54:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T20:06:06.313+01:00</updated><title type='text'>He returns...</title><content type='html'>This is the reason why I like to drive fast and furious, got into kickboxing and developed a destructive fascination with emotionally unavailable brits...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EDmis5xqY1U&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EDmis5xqY1U&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's back...&lt;br /&gt;October 31.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://007.com"&gt;007&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10966982-6292018801635115518?l=fightergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fightergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6292018801635115518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10966982&amp;postID=6292018801635115518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10966982/posts/default/6292018801635115518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10966982/posts/default/6292018801635115518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fightergirl.blogspot.com/2008/07/he-returns.html' title='He returns...'/><author><name>A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15720285423136872227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10966982.post-7356487078831351947</id><published>2008-07-04T00:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T00:27:07.121+01:00</updated><title type='text'>wicked... ;-)</title><content type='html'>Kate Perry &lt;br&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-NkPIEIvgC4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-NkPIEIvgC4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" 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/10966982-7356487078831351947?l=fightergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fightergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7356487078831351947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10966982&amp;postID=7356487078831351947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10966982/posts/default/7356487078831351947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10966982/posts/default/7356487078831351947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fightergirl.blogspot.com/2008/07/wicked.html' title='wicked... ;-)'/><author><name>A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15720285423136872227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10966982.post-9061746740170842568</id><published>2008-06-30T11:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T11:03:00.110+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Today...</title><content type='html'>..I regained a bit of peace in my heart. :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10966982-9061746740170842568?l=fightergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fightergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/9061746740170842568/comments/default' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10966982.post-1059059957690276052</id><published>2008-06-30T10:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T10:31:03.880+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ibéria!</title><content type='html'>Se me tivessem perguntado h&amp;#225; uns anos se alguma vez teria apoiado a &lt;br&gt;Espanha fosse no que fosse teria, como &amp;quot;Tuga&amp;quot; dos quatro costado dito um &lt;br&gt;categ&amp;#243;rico&lt;p&gt;    N&amp;#195;O&lt;p&gt;Mas com a vida d&amp;#225; muitas voltas, acabei por ir aprender Espanhol e, &lt;br&gt;surpresa das surpresas, deixou de me fazer confus&amp;#227;o...&lt;br&gt;Aprendi a lingua, e comecei a perceber as gentes... que s&amp;#227;o &lt;br&gt;invariavelmente como n&amp;#243;s  - mas moram aqui ao lado. E alguns aqui!&lt;p&gt;Dei por mim a confraternizar com os tem&amp;#237;veis Espanh&amp;#243;is...&lt;p&gt;Tenho agora amigos Espanh&amp;#243;is  que me est&amp;#227;o muito, muito pr&amp;#243;ximos ao &lt;br&gt;cora&amp;#231;&amp;#227;o.&lt;p&gt;Ontem, numa mesa de jantar Ib&amp;#233;rica tinhamos Portugueses e Espanhois a &lt;br&gt;torcer por Espanha!&lt;br&gt;E ningu&amp;#233;m mais que Eu!&lt;p&gt;!Viva Espa&amp;#241;a!! Grand partido ayer! Torres estuvo fenomenal ;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10966982-1059059957690276052?l=fightergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fightergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1059059957690276052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10966982&amp;postID=1059059957690276052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10966982/posts/default/1059059957690276052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10966982/posts/default/1059059957690276052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fightergirl.blogspot.com/2008/06/ibria.html' title='Ibéria!'/><author><name>A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15720285423136872227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10966982.post-8424858334844564906</id><published>2008-06-03T23:03:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T23:08:45.725+01:00</updated><title type='text'>10€ o Km ó freguesa!</title><content type='html'>6km acima do limite de 50km hora.&lt;br /&gt;É o que dizia o relatorio que vinha com a multa da policia municipal que diz ter-me registado a sair do túnel em Setembro do ano passado! Claro que podia ter contestado, é um direito que me assiste. Podia era acabar a pagar bem mais que isso. E sei lá eu o que comi ontem quanto mais se saí a 56km do tunel às 10 da manhã de um dia de Setembro de 2007??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60 euros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E eu que estava a pensar ir fazer um mini curso de cozinha por esse dinheiro...&lt;br /&gt;Acabou por ir para outro tacho :-P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10966982-8424858334844564906?l=fightergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fightergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8424858334844564906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10966982&amp;postID=8424858334844564906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10966982/posts/default/8424858334844564906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10966982/posts/default/8424858334844564906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fightergirl.blogspot.com/2008/06/10-o-km-freguesa.html' title='10€ o Km ó freguesa!'/><author><name>A.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15720285423136872227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
