<?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-9133288632936071673</id><updated>2012-02-16T21:12:30.365+01:00</updated><title type='text'>N o N e' * BromBeeRe</title><subtitle type='html'>* Recordação: Aquela que o SOL reflecte e se deixa brilhar *</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133288632936071673/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133288632936071673/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>BromBeeRe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04075013182702995305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4h2rpnptKs8/SgjOBqO9IBI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Js02yYYLsUo/S220/DSCN3062.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>216</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9133288632936071673.post-5727626443713068598</id><published>2012-01-30T21:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T21:25:35.936+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Parabéns "Daudia"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8w7PQTLYTtA/Tyb8AacHkjI/AAAAAAAAAV0/Rm7CDt_f72A/s1600/Claudia.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gda="true" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8w7PQTLYTtA/Tyb8AacHkjI/AAAAAAAAAV0/Rm7CDt_f72A/s320/Claudia.bmp" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Ai que saudades... lembro-me tanto de ti!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Dos nossos momentos de criança... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;de como eras linda...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Lembro-me tanto daquele sonho, sabes?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Foi o nosso adeus...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Desculpa, desculpa... &amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;*RIP my big sister*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9133288632936071673-5727626443713068598?l=brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com/feeds/5727626443713068598/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com/2012/01/parabens-daudia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133288632936071673/posts/default/5727626443713068598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133288632936071673/posts/default/5727626443713068598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com/2012/01/parabens-daudia.html' title='Parabéns &quot;Daudia&quot;'/><author><name>BromBeeRe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04075013182702995305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4h2rpnptKs8/SgjOBqO9IBI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Js02yYYLsUo/S220/DSCN3062.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8w7PQTLYTtA/Tyb8AacHkjI/AAAAAAAAAV0/Rm7CDt_f72A/s72-c/Claudia.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9133288632936071673.post-7011073110542942506</id><published>2012-01-30T21:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T21:20:52.431+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ano novo, vida nova?</title><content type='html'>Ano 2011... um ano de mistura de muitas emoções.&lt;br /&gt;Ano 2012... esperamos o primeiro premio do Euromilhoes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9133288632936071673-7011073110542942506?l=brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com/feeds/7011073110542942506/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com/2012/01/ano-novo-vida-nova.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133288632936071673/posts/default/7011073110542942506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133288632936071673/posts/default/7011073110542942506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com/2012/01/ano-novo-vida-nova.html' title='Ano novo, vida nova?'/><author><name>BromBeeRe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04075013182702995305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4h2rpnptKs8/SgjOBqO9IBI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Js02yYYLsUo/S220/DSCN3062.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9133288632936071673.post-4293796574621935031</id><published>2011-12-10T14:54:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T15:01:15.144+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O meu Outro BLOG: Fashion's Lovers</title><content type='html'>Olá :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desta vez venho partilhar com voces o meu outro blog...que é sobre moda!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para quem não conhece, é um blog com dicas e ideias para o dia-a-dia e não só...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aproveito para dizer que o ultimo post é sobre esta altura do ano... Natal e Passagem de Ano. Quem sabe, vos ajude a escolher o modelo dos dias que se aproximam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://fashions-lovers.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://fashions-lovers.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijinho*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9133288632936071673-4293796574621935031?l=brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='' href='http://fashions-lovers.blogspot.com' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com/feeds/4293796574621935031/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com/2011/12/fashions-lovers-epoca-festiva.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133288632936071673/posts/default/4293796574621935031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133288632936071673/posts/default/4293796574621935031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com/2011/12/fashions-lovers-epoca-festiva.html' title='O meu Outro BLOG: Fashion&apos;s Lovers'/><author><name>BromBeeRe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04075013182702995305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4h2rpnptKs8/SgjOBqO9IBI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Js02yYYLsUo/S220/DSCN3062.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9133288632936071673.post-487364483537737532</id><published>2011-09-28T02:45:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T02:46:44.790+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Samba da Bênção</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;É melhor ser alegre que ser triste&lt;br /&gt;Alegria é a melhor coisa que existe&lt;br /&gt;É assim como a luz no coração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas pra fazer um samba com beleza&lt;br /&gt;É preciso um bocado de tristeza&lt;br /&gt;É preciso um bocado de tristeza&lt;br /&gt;Senão, não se faz um samba não&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Senão é como amar uma mulher só linda. E daí? Uma mulher tem que ter qualquer coisa além da beleza, qualquer coisa de triste, qualquer coisa que chora, qualquer coisa que sente saudade. Um molejo de amor machucado, uma beleza que vem da tristeza de se saber mulher, feita apenas para amar, para sofrer pelo seu amor e para ser só perdão."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fazer samba não é contar piada&lt;br /&gt;E quem faz samba assim não é de nada&lt;br /&gt;O bom samba é uma forma de oração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque o samba é a tristeza que balança&lt;br /&gt;E a tristeza tem sempre uma esperança&lt;br /&gt;A tristeza tem sempre uma esperança&lt;br /&gt;De um dia não ser mais triste não&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Feita essa gente que anda por aí brincando com a vida. Cuidado companheiro! A vida é pra valer. E não se engane não, tem uma só. Duas mesmo, que é bom, ninguém vai me dizer que tem sem provar muio bem provado, com certidão passada em cartório do Céu e assinado embaixo 'Deus', e com firma reconhecida! A vida não é de brincadeira amigo. A vida é arte dos encontros, embora haja tanto desencontros pela vida. Há sempre uma mulher a sua espera com os olhos cheios de carinho e as mãos cheias de perdão. Ponha um pouco de amor na sua vida como no seu samba."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ponha um pouco de amor numa cadência&lt;br /&gt;E vai ver que ninguém no mundo vence&lt;br /&gt;A beleza que tem um samba, não&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque o samba nasceu lá na Bahia&lt;br /&gt;E se hoje ele é branco na poesia&lt;br /&gt;Se hoje ele é branco na poesia&lt;br /&gt;Ele é negro demais no coração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Eu, por exemplo, o capitão-do-mato Vinícius de Moraes, poeta e diplomata. O branco mais preto do Brasil, na linha direta de xangô. Saravá! A bênção Senhora, a maior ielo-orixá da Bahia, terra de Caíbe e João Gilberto. A benção Pixinguinha, tu que choraste na flauta todas as minha mágoas de amor. A benção Senhor. A benção Cartola. A benção Esmael Silva. Sua benção e todos prazeres. A benção Nelson Cavaquinho. A benção Geraldo Pereira. A benção meu bom Cílio Monteiro você, sobrinho de Nonô. A benção Noel. Sua benção Ari. A benção todos os grandes sambistas do meu Brasil branco, preto, mulato, lindo como a pele macia de oxô. A benção maestro Antônio Carlos Jobim, parceiro e amigo querido que já viajaste tantas canções comigo e ainda há tantas a viajar. A benção Carlinhos Guira, parceirinho 100%, você que une a ação ao sentimento e ao pensamento. Benção! A benção Baden-Powell, amigo novo, parceiro novo que fizeste este samba comigo. A benção amigo! A benção ao maestro Moacir Santos, que não é um só és tantos, tantos como o meu Brasil de todos os santos, inclusive o meu São Sebastião. Saralá! A benção que eu vou partir, eu vou ter que dizer adeus."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ponha um pouco de amor numa cadência&lt;br /&gt;E vai ver que ninguém no mundo vence&lt;br /&gt;A beleza que tem um samba, não&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque o samba nasceu lá na Bahia&lt;br /&gt;E se hoje ele é branco na poesia&lt;br /&gt;Se hoje ele é branco na poesia&lt;br /&gt;Ele é negro demais no coração &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a id="identificador_artista" href="http://www.blogger.com/vinicius-e-toquinho/"&gt;Vinícius E Toquinho&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9133288632936071673-487364483537737532?l=brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com/feeds/487364483537737532/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com/2011/09/samba-da-bencao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133288632936071673/posts/default/487364483537737532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133288632936071673/posts/default/487364483537737532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com/2011/09/samba-da-bencao.html' title='Samba da Bênção'/><author><name>BromBeeRe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04075013182702995305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4h2rpnptKs8/SgjOBqO9IBI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Js02yYYLsUo/S220/DSCN3062.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9133288632936071673.post-3138095352695111246</id><published>2011-09-22T07:01:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T07:14:25.325+02:00</updated><title type='text'>A partida para...</title><content type='html'>Parti...&lt;br /&gt;Parti para abraçar uma nova vida, um desejo e uma satisfação...&lt;br /&gt;Contudo, nesta nova aventura, deixei para tras os meus grandes amigos e uma parte da familia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aqui estou eu, a escrever da minha nova casa: Mühen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desde o momento que sai de Lisboa, a viagem foi engraçadissima... viemos na galhofa ate espanha e depois a "desgraça" se apoderou da viagem. uma viagem que deveria ter demorado +/- 23 horas, prolongou-se por um dia e meio (coisa menos coisa). Sim, porque os nossos Hermanos resolveram fazer obras em todos os cantos... ora eram os desvios, ora eram as paragens porque os senhores queriam partir mais qualquer coisa (Damn!!!). Fartei-me de conduzir... tudo para que os outros descansassem, mas ha que ser teimoso e nao dormir LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois de pararmos para descansar e continuar a viagem (sim, ja estava melhor) chegamos a França (weeeeee) e o que e que acontece a meio? nem mais...chove -.- . choveu tanto que ja nao dava para ir a 130 km/h ... reduzir para 80 (great!!!). atribulado mas la chegamos a fronteira da suiça... os senhores queriam a força toda que a carrinha que vinha atras estivesse connosco. Por momentos pensei, sera que era a Katia, a Maggie, o Fabio, a Nini, os Big Show, a Mãe Clarinda e a pipoca da Mafalda, a Avo Isa, a Soraia, o Rui e a Xana, a Tutti e o Almeida, o Rui e a Susana, o Prince, a Julia,... e todos os outros que vinham atras de nos? lo0o0o0o0l bem que gostava, mas nao... eram uns tugas quaisquer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois da compra do selo para andarmos na autoestrada, rumo a casa...a sra minha Mãe lembra-se que deixou a chave de casa em Portugal!!!!!! (agora todos pensam...onde dormiram?)&lt;br /&gt;Qual foi a nossa sorte? E que nesta terra ha mais familia e copias de chaves LOL. Aterramos na casa do meu tio as 2h da manha de sabado para descansar... eu de mau humor porque quase nada dormi, a desejar as 10h.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La viemos para casa e puff... ronha durante mais nao sei quantos dias hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No meio disto tudo, as novidades e que o gordo ja vai começar a trabalhar 2a Feira . E ja desfizemos as malas de viagem (FINALMENTEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De resto esta tudo bem, tudo a tomar o seu rumo. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEIJOS E ABRAçOS CHEIOS DE SAUDADES*********** &amp;lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9133288632936071673-3138095352695111246?l=brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com/feeds/3138095352695111246/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com/2011/09/partida-para.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133288632936071673/posts/default/3138095352695111246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;E hoje, já te disse o quanto gosto de ti?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Não?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;AMO-TE ASSIM MUITO..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;...-------------------------o--------------------------...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;P.S.: não dava para por muitos mais :S lol *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9133288632936071673-508128951400262989?l=brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com/feeds/508128951400262989/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com/2011/08/22-meses.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133288632936071673/posts/default/508128951400262989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133288632936071673/posts/default/508128951400262989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com/2011/08/22-meses.html' title='22 meses'/><author><name>BromBeeRe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04075013182702995305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4h2rpnptKs8/SgjOBqO9IBI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Js02yYYLsUo/S220/DSCN3062.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9133288632936071673.post-6953856372204974781</id><published>2011-07-25T11:45:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2011-07-25T12:42:27.291+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Hoje o meu Post é para uma pessoa que é inesquecivel...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma pessoa que está ao meu lado todos os dias, esteja eu a sorrir ou a chorar...&lt;br /&gt;1. Adoro quando me apertas nos teus braços e dizes que me adoras&lt;br /&gt;2. Como é perfeito ver-te a dormir...e de repente me abraças como se me estivesses a ver.&lt;br /&gt;3. Gosto imenso quando me aqueces, mesmo tu tendo imenso calor.&lt;br /&gt;4. Gosto de te fazer sorrir.&lt;br /&gt;5. Lembras-te quando dançamos a chuva? Agora temos que fazer quando estiver a nevar...&lt;br /&gt;6. Adoro quando vou jantar contigo ao Japones e depois de fazeres os teus pedidos, a senhora quer ir embora porque pensa que é para os dois...&lt;br /&gt;7. Odeio quando andas stressado com a NV&lt;br /&gt;8. Detesto quando me fecho no meu mundo&lt;br /&gt;9. É magnifico ir comer Bacalhau ao Faustino e Bifes a Mercearia ... Contigo.&lt;br /&gt;10. É relaxante quando estamos com a malta toda na parodia&lt;br /&gt;11. Lindo, Lindo é quando nos pomos a sonhar com as viagens e quando pensamos no que queremos de hoje para a frente&lt;br /&gt;12. Mais uma mensagem tua&lt;br /&gt;13. Adoro quando me acordas com beijinhos&lt;br /&gt;14. Detesto quando me destapas para eu sair da cama&lt;br /&gt;15. É comico quando me mandas água fria... mas um dia apanhas duas palmadas.&lt;br /&gt;16. Defeitos... todos temos, mas faz parte de ti :)&lt;br /&gt;17. Conchinha contigo... no sofá, na cama, no chão... lol :) rooonnnn&lt;br /&gt;18. Adoro ir contigo para a casa da familia e partir o coco a rir&lt;br /&gt;19. fascino-me quando vamos até a praia para namorar&lt;br /&gt;20. Como é optimo ter uma vida contigo :)&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amorzinho, isto tudo para te dizer que te Amo Muito!E que igual não há...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;************* é perfeito sermos um do outro &amp;lt;3 *************&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XtGJ6b5OlwU/Ti1H__LiJFI/AAAAAAAAAVw/lYfU03i48hA/s1600/IMG_2163.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/-XtGJ6b5OlwU/Ti1H__LiJFI/AAAAAAAAAVw/lYfU03i48hA/s400/IMG_2163.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633237873527497810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9133288632936071673-6953856372204974781?l=brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com/feeds/6953856372204974781/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com/2011/07/hoje-o-meu-post-e-para-uma-pessoa-que-e.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133288632936071673/posts/default/6953856372204974781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133288632936071673/posts/default/6953856372204974781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com/2011/07/hoje-o-meu-post-e-para-uma-pessoa-que-e.html' title=''/><author><name>BromBeeRe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04075013182702995305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4h2rpnptKs8/SgjOBqO9IBI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Js02yYYLsUo/S220/DSCN3062.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XtGJ6b5OlwU/Ti1H__LiJFI/AAAAAAAAAVw/lYfU03i48hA/s72-c/IMG_2163.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9133288632936071673.post-226265299701642094</id><published>2011-07-13T21:13:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T21:28:25.990+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Esta é a ultima vez que te dou importância!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entraste na minha vida e saiste da mesma forma..&lt;br /&gt;Não gosto de ti, és falsa! Mentiste todos OS dias que nela tiveste... todos!&lt;br /&gt;Tiveste coragem de falar mal de mim (nas costas claro) mesmo sem eu ser assunto de conversa.&lt;br /&gt;Chamavas-me de amiga quando precisaste de mim...e quando arranjaste quem te desse festinhas e abrigo, viraste as costas... LOL. Mas no meio disto tudo, digo-te suavemente, foste burra e estúpida. &lt;br /&gt;E Sabes porquê?&lt;br /&gt;Porque no teu filme dramático, eu fui a personagem principal (hahahahaha). :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dei-te caminho para andares querida... e tal é a inteligência, que nem isso Viste. Caiste em tudo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por fim te digo que és tão croma (para não ofender...) como todas aquelas que falaste mal e hoje São OS que estão lá para te beijar OS pés lol. És tão igual a outras que pela minha infância passaram.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Portanto, espero que entendas que este post é para ti e se fores mulherzinha, nunca mais me dirás uma única palavra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conforme disse, esta foi a ultima vez que te dei..."importância".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9133288632936071673-226265299701642094?l=brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com/feeds/226265299701642094/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com/2011/07/esta-e-ultima-vez-que-te-dou.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133288632936071673/posts/default/226265299701642094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133288632936071673/posts/default/226265299701642094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com/2011/07/esta-e-ultima-vez-que-te-dou.html' title=''/><author><name>BromBeeRe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04075013182702995305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4h2rpnptKs8/SgjOBqO9IBI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Js02yYYLsUo/S220/DSCN3062.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9133288632936071673.post-3298298814046837953</id><published>2011-07-13T21:05:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T21:11:54.488+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tudo vai e vem...&lt;br /&gt;As saudades aparecem e possivelmente a mensagem é o que poderá melhorar.&lt;br /&gt;Ou talvez até não...talvez nem isso muda. Aliás há coisas que não mudam o passado.&lt;br /&gt;Nada decide nada...as palavras São em vão, as expressões refletem as mentiras, e a verdade vem ao como sozinha.&lt;br /&gt;Contudo, a idade e a experiência São factores importantes, e São eles que mandam em todas as alturas.&lt;br /&gt;Portanto o não dá mulher nem sempre é um sim camuflado.&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém é igual e eu não sou de certeza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já o disse e volto a dizer NÃO!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9133288632936071673-3298298814046837953?l=brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com/feeds/3298298814046837953/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com/2011/07/tudo-vai-e-vem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133288632936071673/posts/default/3298298814046837953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133288632936071673/posts/default/3298298814046837953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com/2011/07/tudo-vai-e-vem.html' title=''/><author><name>BromBeeRe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04075013182702995305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4h2rpnptKs8/SgjOBqO9IBI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Js02yYYLsUo/S220/DSCN3062.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9133288632936071673.post-236072797509754678</id><published>2011-06-03T17:28:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-06-03T17:35:03.010+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Estive muito ausente...</title><content type='html'>Tenho tantas coisas para contar que nem sei bem por onde começar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tudo comecou com o isolamento...uma semana inteira fechada no meu mundo. Fechada para não ver ninguém, não falar com os outros,... influenciei todos em meu redor com o meu drama e todos se preocuparam sem saber os motivos... pois é, nem eu cheguei a conclusão alguma. Apenas saltei e fiquei melhor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;para melhorar a vida, consegui atinguir outro grande objectivo, alto part time! com pequenos dramas (sim, também não sou facil de aturar...) mas tudo passa ao lado. Sabem porque? porque assim, volto para a faculdade \o/ .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tirando isso as melhores novidades foi a mudança no work e os amigos... o namorado... e a familia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para além de alguns problemas que penso que rápido passará, está tudo dentro dos conformes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deste modo, tenho que agradecer a Kátia, Rui, Monica, o meu gajo, Fábio, Nini, e a mim :)&lt;br /&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/9133288632936071673-236072797509754678?l=brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com/feeds/236072797509754678/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com/2011/06/estive-muito-ausente.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133288632936071673/posts/default/236072797509754678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133288632936071673/posts/default/236072797509754678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com/2011/06/estive-muito-ausente.html' title='Estive muito ausente...'/><author><name>BromBeeRe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04075013182702995305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4h2rpnptKs8/SgjOBqO9IBI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Js02yYYLsUo/S220/DSCN3062.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9133288632936071673.post-6171398548729822634</id><published>2011-04-08T22:48:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T22:49:21.150+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Adele - Rolling In The Deep</title><content type='html'>There's a fire starting in my heart&lt;br /&gt;Reaching a fever pitch, it's bringing me out the dark&lt;br /&gt;Finally I can see you crystal clear&lt;br /&gt;Go head and sell me out and I'll lay your shit bare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See how I leave with every piece of you&lt;br /&gt;Don't underestimate the things that I will do&lt;br /&gt;There's a fire starting in my heart&lt;br /&gt;Reaching a fever pitch&lt;br /&gt;And its bring me out the dark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The scars of your love remind me of us&lt;br /&gt;They keep me thinking that we almost had it all&lt;br /&gt;The scars of your love they leave me breathless&lt;br /&gt;I can't help feeling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We could have had it all&lt;br /&gt;Rolling in the deep&lt;br /&gt;You had my heart inside of your hand&lt;br /&gt;And you played it&lt;br /&gt;To the beat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby I have no story to be told&lt;br /&gt;But I've heard one of you&lt;br /&gt;And I'm gonna make your head burn&lt;br /&gt;Think of me in the depths of your despair&lt;br /&gt;Making a home down there&lt;br /&gt;It Reminds you of the home we shared&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The scars of your love remind me of us&lt;br /&gt;They keep me thinking that we almost had it all&lt;br /&gt;The scars of your love they leave me breathless&lt;br /&gt;I can't help feeling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We could have had it all&lt;br /&gt;Rolling in the deep&lt;br /&gt;You had my heart inside of your hand&lt;br /&gt;And you played it&lt;br /&gt;To the beat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We could have had it all&lt;br /&gt;Rolling in the deep&lt;br /&gt;You had my heart inside of your hand&lt;br /&gt;And you played it&lt;br /&gt;To the beat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throw your soul through every open door&lt;br /&gt;Count your blessings to find what you look for&lt;br /&gt;Turned my sorrow into treasured gold&lt;br /&gt;You pay me back in kind and reap just what you sow&lt;br /&gt;We could have had it all&lt;br /&gt;We could have had it all&lt;br /&gt;It all, it all it all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We could have had it all&lt;br /&gt;Rolling in the deep&lt;br /&gt;You had my heart inside of your hand&lt;br /&gt;And you played it&lt;br /&gt;To the beat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We could have had it all&lt;br /&gt;Rolling in the deep&lt;br /&gt;You had my heart inside of your hand&lt;br /&gt;And you played it&lt;br /&gt;To the beat&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9133288632936071673-6171398548729822634?l=brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rYEDA3JcQqw' title='Adele - 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Não sabia o que poderia ser; Um vazio enorme, que nenhuma loucura poderia preencher!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sempre me achei incompleto, sempre faltou algo em meu coração, um pedaço que procurei pelas esquinas da vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me iludi, enganando meu coração ao procurar em outros rostos aquilo que nem eu mesmo sabia, até que o espelho me disse para desistir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apesar de inconformado, aceitei e não persisti nesta procura, talvez meu pedaço não existisse. Seria fruto de minhas ânsias, de meus sonhos!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas eis que aparece o destino, intrépido e moleque como ele só. Sem me dizer nada, no seu silêncio eterno, me trouxe você, tão carente e imperfeita como eu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aos poucos, aprendemos com nossos erros, aprendemos a ver o belo nas nossas imperfeições. Somos duas almas imperfeitas, somos almas de nossas almas, nossas imperfeições se completam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compreendi que o amor é ilógico, não tem idade, não tem tempo para acontecer. Não tem lugar, nem se submete a nenhuma regra. Sua única regra é ser, custe o que custar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah! o amor! Esta energia sem fronteiras! Nos acalenta e nos transforma o modo de viver. Esta agonia dentro de minha alma, somente termina quando você está ao meu lado! Somente ao teu lado meu coração se acalma. Somente ao teu lado eu me completo...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9133288632936071673-5053944135514377151?l=brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com/feeds/5053944135514377151/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com/2011/03/alma-de-minha-alma-de-eduardo-baqueiro.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133288632936071673/posts/default/5053944135514377151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133288632936071673/posts/default/5053944135514377151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com/2011/03/alma-de-minha-alma-de-eduardo-baqueiro.html' title='&quot;Alma de minha alma&quot; de Eduardo Baqueiro'/><author><name>BromBeeRe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04075013182702995305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4h2rpnptKs8/SgjOBqO9IBI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Js02yYYLsUo/S220/DSCN3062.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9133288632936071673.post-9044948230532258508</id><published>2011-02-18T02:03:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T02:14:35.556+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Anónimo</title><content type='html'>Em tempos li algo que sempre me fascinou... e guardei comigo as simples palavras de alguem que tornou algo simples, em complexo; o feio, no bonito; no amargo, em doce...&lt;br /&gt;As palavras que lhe deram forças (possivelmente) para caminhar com as tempestades e disfrutar do bom tempo...&lt;br /&gt;é algo assim que eu hoje vou partilhar convosco... na esperança de que voces tambem consigam retirar o que é bom e ignorar o mau :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" ... Em tempos senti-me sozinho... por mais portas que batesse não encontrava ninguém!&lt;br /&gt;Chorei...ri... bebi e não comi.&lt;br /&gt;Parecia um tolo, sem sitio para onde ir...&lt;br /&gt;oh vida!... porque me levaste tu o que mais de doce eu tinha?&lt;br /&gt;Porque não me deixaste tu o amor da minha vida?&lt;br /&gt;não entendo o porque...&lt;br /&gt;não vejo o motivo para que me tirasses tudo o que de bom me deste...&lt;br /&gt;O dialogo, o amor, a amizade, a saude e a fortuna...&lt;br /&gt;só tu...só tu tinhas coragem para me acompanhar e me tramar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sejas assim, deixa vir a mim o que de bom eu tive...&lt;br /&gt;não sejas a nuvem negra mas sim a estrela que me ilumina.&lt;br /&gt;só tu...só tu tens a força de me levar em teus braços para seguir novo rumo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Levanta-te comigo,... vamos lutar para que amanhã o dia seja diferente!&lt;br /&gt;vamos disfrutar das calorosas mentes e acções que no mundo decorrem...&lt;br /&gt;abraçar tudo aquilo que já foi, e poderá novamente a ser...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vida, devolve-me a minha amada alegria e força para que consiga preencher a vida de outra pessoa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.... "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O autor não pode ser anunciado,... mas espero que vos continue a dar forças para continuarem o belissimo 2011 :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9133288632936071673-9044948230532258508?l=brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com/feeds/9044948230532258508/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com/2011/02/anonimo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133288632936071673/posts/default/9044948230532258508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133288632936071673/posts/default/9044948230532258508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com/2011/02/anonimo.html' title='Anónimo'/><author><name>BromBeeRe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04075013182702995305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4h2rpnptKs8/SgjOBqO9IBI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Js02yYYLsUo/S220/DSCN3062.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9133288632936071673.post-1468575789523974444</id><published>2011-02-11T13:09:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T13:24:40.660+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="georgia"&gt;Meus caros amigos e amigas, inimigos e inimas, rivais, amores, familiares, bla bla bla... como se aproxima o dia dos namorados, pensei deixar aqui algo para vos deixar (talves...ou não) mais enamorados e românticos. Belissimo pensamento do grandissimo Fernando Pessoa! Que bonito!... que bonito que é o amor quando o mesmo é verdadeiro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais insisto em dizer que o dia dos Namorados não é um dia só para amar o companheiro,... mas todos aqueles que tanto guardamos no coração. Entre nós ou no outro mundo... Pois sendo assim, dedico-vos a todos... não só as personas que estão PARA SEMPRE guardadas no meu &lt;3, mas a todas as outras que fazem ESTA NORA, crescer e continuar com de cabeça erguida (hahahaha) True!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dedico-vos a todos, para que possam amar todas as pessoas:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;font face="courier new"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Amo como ama o amor. Não conheço nenhuma outra razão para amar senão amar. Que queres que te diga, além de que te amo, se o que quero dizer-te é que te amo?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fernando Pessoa&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9133288632936071673-1468575789523974444?l=brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com/feeds/1468575789523974444/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com/2011/02/meus-caros-amigos-e-amigas-inimigos-e.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133288632936071673/posts/default/1468575789523974444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133288632936071673/posts/default/1468575789523974444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com/2011/02/meus-caros-amigos-e-amigas-inimigos-e.html' title=''/><author><name>BromBeeRe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04075013182702995305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4h2rpnptKs8/SgjOBqO9IBI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Js02yYYLsUo/S220/DSCN3062.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9133288632936071673.post-6978685651101513381</id><published>2010-11-15T03:30:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T03:40:36.730+01:00</updated><title type='text'>AMIZADE</title><content type='html'>Amizade (do &lt;a title="Latim" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Latim"&gt;latim&lt;/a&gt; amicus; amigo, que possivelmente se derivou de amore; amar, ainda que se diga também que a palavra provém do &lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="Idioma grego" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Idioma_grego"&gt;grego&lt;/a&gt;) é uma relação afetiva, a princípio sem características romântico, entre duas pessoas. Em sentido amplo, é um relacionamento &lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="Humano" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Humano"&gt;humano&lt;/a&gt; que envolve o &lt;a title="Conhecimento" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Conhecimento"&gt;conhecimento&lt;/a&gt; mútuo e a afeição, além de &lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="Lealdade" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lealdade"&gt;lealdade&lt;/a&gt; ao ponto do &lt;a title="Altruísmo" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Altru%C3%ADsmo"&gt;altruísmo&lt;/a&gt;. Neste aspecto, pode-se dizer que uma relação entre &lt;a title="Pais" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pais"&gt;pais&lt;/a&gt; e &lt;a title="Filho" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Filho"&gt;filhos&lt;/a&gt;, entre &lt;a title="Irmão" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Irm%C3%A3o"&gt;irmãos&lt;/a&gt;, demais familiares, &lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="Cônjuge" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/C%C3%B4njuge"&gt;cônjuges&lt;/a&gt; ou &lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="Namorado" href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Namorado"&gt;namorados&lt;/a&gt;, pode ser também uma relação de amizade, embora não necessariamente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A amizade pode ter como origem, um instinto de sobrevivência da espécie, com a necessidade de proteger e ser protegido por outros seres. Alguns amigos se denominam "melhores amigos". Os melhores amigos muitas vezes se conhecem mais que os próprios &lt;a title="Familia" href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/Familia"&gt;familiares&lt;/a&gt; e &lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="Cônjuge" href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/C%C3%B4njuge"&gt;cônjuges&lt;/a&gt;, funcionando como um confidente. Para atingir esse grau de amizade, muita confiança e fidelidade são depositadas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muitas vezes os interesses dos amigos são parecidos e demonstram um senso de &lt;a title="Cooperação" href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/Coopera%C3%A7%C3%A3o"&gt;cooperação&lt;/a&gt;. Mas também há pessoas que não necessariamente se interessam pelo mesmo tema, mas gostam de partilhar momentos juntos, pela companhia e amizade do outro, mesmo que a atividade não seja a de sua preferência.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A amizade é uma das mais comuns relações interpessoais que a maioria dos seres humanos tem na &lt;a title="Vida" href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/Vida"&gt;vida&lt;/a&gt;. Em caso de perda da amizade, sugere-se a reconciliação e o &lt;a title="Perdão" href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/Perd%C3%A3o"&gt;perdão&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;a title="Carl Rogers" href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/Carl_Rogers"&gt;Carl Rogers&lt;/a&gt; diz que a amizade "é a aceitação de cada um como realmente ele é".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Popularmente, disse-se que "o &lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="Canis lupus familiaris" href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/Canis_lupus_familiaris"&gt;cão&lt;/a&gt; é o melhor amigo do &lt;a title="Homo sapiens" href="http://www.blogger.com/wiki/Homo_sapiens"&gt;homem&lt;/a&gt;".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9133288632936071673-6978685651101513381?l=brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com/feeds/6978685651101513381/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com/2010/11/amizade.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133288632936071673/posts/default/6978685651101513381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133288632936071673/posts/default/6978685651101513381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com/2010/11/amizade.html' title='AMIZADE'/><author><name>BromBeeRe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04075013182702995305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4h2rpnptKs8/SgjOBqO9IBI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Js02yYYLsUo/S220/DSCN3062.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9133288632936071673.post-4001251494556316357</id><published>2010-11-15T03:19:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T03:30:17.845+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Mentiras...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Mentira&lt;/strong&gt; é uma declaração feita por alguém que acredita ou suspeita que ela seja falsa, na expectativa de que os ouvintes ou leitores possam acreditar nela. Portanto uma declaração verdadeira pode ser uma mentira se o falante acredita que ela seja falsa; e histórias de ficção, embora falsas, não são mentiras. Dependendo das definições, uma mentira pode ser uma declaração falsa genuína ou uma verdade selectiva, uma mentira por omissão, ou mesmo a verdade se a intenção é enganar ou causar uma acção que não é do interesse do ouvinte. "Mentir" é contar uma mentira. Uma pessoa que conta uma mentira, em especial uma pessoa que conta mentiras com frequência, é um "mentiroso".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9133288632936071673-4001251494556316357?l=brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com/feeds/4001251494556316357/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com/2010/11/mentiras.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133288632936071673/posts/default/4001251494556316357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133288632936071673/posts/default/4001251494556316357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4h2rpnptKs8/SgjOBqO9IBI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Js02yYYLsUo/S220/DSCN3062.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9133288632936071673.post-4176119425149600134</id><published>2010-10-01T12:44:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T13:01:24.150+02:00</updated><title type='text'>1st Year ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4h2rpnptKs8/TKW-uNni20I/AAAAAAAAAVM/Y_R5A0p7n3Q/s1600/PArab%C3%A9ns.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4h2rpnptKs8/TKW7njLil6I/AAAAAAAAAVE/ortNJPE2vS0/s1600/1st+year+together.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4h2rpnptKs8/TKW7njLil6I/AAAAAAAAAVE/ortNJPE2vS0/s400/1st+year+together.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523026806172719010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;E já passou um aninho *_* ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Um aninho que nos aturamos e que subimos muitos degraus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;E que sorrimos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;E que amuamos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Um ano em que brincamos, falamos sério e estamos no intermédio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Resumindo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Se eu podia estar com outra pessoa?  podia... mas não seria a mesma coisa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;*ADORO-TE MUIIIIIIIIIIIIIIITTTTOOOOOOOO MEU AMOR*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;*********** juntos &amp;amp; felizes ************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;___________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Porque conheco pessoas lindas e maravilhosas... e que são assim uma coisa que não tem explicação...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Partilho também o presente que a Tsuki nos deu*_*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4h2rpnptKs8/TKW-uNni20I/AAAAAAAAAVM/Y_R5A0p7n3Q/s400/PArab%C3%A9ns.bmp" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523030219178564418" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 265px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Amor é suave e forte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Apaixonante e calmo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;É uma tempestade em  formação.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;É a calmaria após a ventania.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;São duas pessoas que se  reconhecem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Duas forças que se complementam."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;By Tsuki&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;OBRIGADA BONITONA*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9133288632936071673-4176119425149600134?l=brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com/feeds/4176119425149600134/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com/2010/10/1st-year.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133288632936071673/posts/default/4176119425149600134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133288632936071673/posts/default/4176119425149600134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com/2010/10/1st-year.html' title='1st Year ...'/><author><name>BromBeeRe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04075013182702995305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' 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way&lt;br /&gt;I reach to hold you, but i dont feel you there, do you&lt;br /&gt;Even realise im here am i just wasting away?&lt;br /&gt;No wasting away&lt;br /&gt;Living, inside you play&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dying prayer, sealed in a scream&lt;br /&gt;Unwelcome, and a concious dream&lt;br /&gt;I am your whore, without a name&lt;br /&gt;I climb to fall, to begin again, to begin again&lt;br /&gt;I climb to fall, suffer, hatred, deceit and pain&lt;br /&gt;Anger, regret, loving in vain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am an arrow, with no direction&lt;br /&gt;My life your tarot, my picture your fate&lt;br /&gt;I'm your becoming, so ill always be nothing&lt;br /&gt;If i ever break away from you that day forth, youll be living&lt;br /&gt;My hate&lt;br /&gt;Oh god help his fate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9133288632936071673-8927883676553724969?l=brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com' alt='' 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COLOR: red; FONT-SIZE: 20pt"&gt;É  BOM   EM  QUALQUER  POSIÇÃO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Calibri','sans-serif'; FONT-SIZE: 20pt"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Calibri','sans-serif'; FONT-SIZE: 20pt"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Calibri','sans-serif'; COLOR: red; FONT-SIZE: 20pt"&gt;FAZÊ-LO  PARADO &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Calibri','sans-serif'; COLOR: navy; FONT-SIZE: 20pt"&gt;fortalece  a coluna.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Calibri','sans-serif'; FONT-SIZE: 20pt"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Calibri','sans-serif'; FONT-SIZE: 20pt"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Calibri','sans-serif'; COLOR: navy; FONT-SIZE: 20pt"&gt;De  barriga para baixo fortalece a circulação do sangue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Calibri','sans-serif'; FONT-SIZE: 20pt"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Calibri','sans-serif'; FONT-SIZE: 20pt"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Calibri','sans-serif'; COLOR: navy; FONT-SIZE: 20pt"&gt;De  barriga para cima é mais agradável.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Calibri','sans-serif'; FONT-SIZE: 20pt"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Calibri','sans-serif'; FONT-SIZE: 20pt"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Calibri','sans-serif'; COLOR: navy; FONT-SIZE: 20pt"&gt;Fazê-lo  sozinho é enriquecedor mas egoísta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Calibri','sans-serif'; FONT-SIZE: 20pt"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Calibri','sans-serif'; FONT-SIZE: 20pt"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Calibri','sans-serif'; COLOR: navy; FONT-SIZE: 20pt"&gt;Em  grupo pode ser divertido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Calibri','sans-serif'; FONT-SIZE: 20pt"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Calibri','sans-serif'; FONT-SIZE: 20pt"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Calibri','sans-serif'; COLOR: navy; FONT-SIZE: 20pt"&gt;No WC  é muito digestivo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Calibri','sans-serif'; FONT-SIZE: 20pt"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Calibri','sans-serif'; FONT-SIZE: 20pt"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Calibri','sans-serif'; COLOR: navy; FONT-SIZE: 20pt"&gt;No  automóvel pode ser perigoso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Calibri','sans-serif'; FONT-SIZE: 20pt"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Calibri','sans-serif'; FONT-SIZE: 20pt"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Calibri','sans-serif'; COLOR: navy; FONT-SIZE: 20pt"&gt;Fazê-lo  com frequência desenvolve a imaginação.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Calibri','sans-serif'; FONT-SIZE: 20pt"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Calibri','sans-serif'; FONT-SIZE: 20pt"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Calibri','sans-serif'; COLOR: navy; FONT-SIZE: 20pt"&gt;A dois  enriquece o conhecimento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Calibri','sans-serif'; FONT-SIZE: 20pt"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Calibri','sans-serif'; FONT-SIZE: 20pt"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Calibri','sans-serif'; COLOR: navy; FONT-SIZE: 20pt"&gt;De  joelhos torna-se doloroso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Calibri','sans-serif'; FONT-SIZE: 20pt"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Calibri','sans-serif'; FONT-SIZE: 20pt"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Calibri','sans-serif'; COLOR: red; FONT-SIZE: 20pt"&gt;Enfim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Calibri','sans-serif'; COLOR: navy; FONT-SIZE: 20pt"&gt;sobre  a mesa ou sobre a secretária&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Calibri','sans-serif'; FONT-SIZE: 20pt"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Calibri','sans-serif'; COLOR: navy; FONT-SIZE: 20pt"&gt;Antes  de comer ou à sobremesa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Calibri','sans-serif'; FONT-SIZE: 20pt"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Calibri','sans-serif'; COLOR: navy; FONT-SIZE: 20pt"&gt;Sobre  a cama ou numa rede &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Calibri','sans-serif'; FONT-SIZE: 20pt"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Calibri','sans-serif'; COLOR: navy; FONT-SIZE: 20pt"&gt;Despidos   ou vestidos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Calibri','sans-serif'; FONT-SIZE: 20pt"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Calibri','sans-serif'; COLOR: navy; FONT-SIZE: 20pt"&gt;Na  relva ou no tapete&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Calibri','sans-serif'; FONT-SIZE: 20pt"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Calibri','sans-serif'; COLOR: navy; FONT-SIZE: 20pt"&gt;Com  música ou em silêncio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Calibri','sans-serif'; FONT-SIZE: 20pt"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Calibri','sans-serif'; COLOR: navy; FONT-SIZE: 20pt"&gt;Entre  lençóis ou no roupeiro...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Calibri','sans-serif'; FONT-SIZE: 20pt"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Calibri','sans-serif'; COLOR: navy; FONT-SIZE: 20pt"&gt;Fazê-lo  é sempre um acto &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Calibri','sans-serif'; FONT-SIZE: 20pt"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Calibri','sans-serif'; COLOR: navy; FONT-SIZE: 20pt"&gt;De  amor e de enriquecimento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Calibri','sans-serif'; FONT-SIZE: 20pt"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Calibri','sans-serif'; FONT-SIZE: 20pt"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Calibri','sans-serif'; COLOR: navy; FONT-SIZE: 20pt"&gt;Não  importa a idade, nem a raça,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Calibri','sans-serif'; FONT-SIZE: 20pt"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Calibri','sans-serif'; COLOR: navy; FONT-SIZE: 20pt"&gt;Nem o  credo, nem o sexo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Calibri','sans-serif'; FONT-SIZE: 20pt"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Calibri','sans-serif'; COLOR: navy; FONT-SIZE: 20pt"&gt;Nem a  posição económica...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Calibri','sans-serif'; FONT-SIZE: 20pt"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Calibri','sans-serif'; FONT-SIZE: 20pt"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Calibri','sans-serif'; COLOR: navy; FONT-SIZE: 20pt"&gt;O que  importa é que...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Calibri','sans-serif'; FONT-SIZE: 20pt"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Calibri','sans-serif'; FONT-SIZE: 20pt"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Calibri','sans-serif'; COLOR: navy; FONT-SIZE: 20pt"&gt;***********************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Calibri','sans-serif'; FONT-SIZE: 20pt"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Calibri','sans-serif'; FONT-SIZE: 20pt"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Calibri','sans-serif'; COLOR: navy; FONT-SIZE: 20pt"&gt;************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Calibri','sans-serif'; FONT-SIZE: 20pt"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Calibri','sans-serif'; FONT-SIZE: 20pt"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Calibri','sans-serif'; COLOR: red; FONT-SIZE: 20pt"&gt;       LER  É  UM  PRAZER !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Calibri','sans-serif'; COLOR: rgb(31,73,125); FONT-SIZE: 20pt"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9133288632936071673-2869469168020379357?l=brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com/feeds/2869469168020379357/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com/2010/08/e-bom-em-qualquer-posicao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133288632936071673/posts/default/2869469168020379357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133288632936071673/posts/default/2869469168020379357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com/2010/08/e-bom-em-qualquer-posicao.html' title='É Bom em qualquer Posição :)'/><author><name>BromBeeRe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04075013182702995305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4h2rpnptKs8/SgjOBqO9IBI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Js02yYYLsUo/S220/DSCN3062.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9133288632936071673.post-7578456458054192876</id><published>2010-08-15T20:46:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T20:48:03.301+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Pois...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4h2rpnptKs8/TGg2Qtw1_KI/AAAAAAAAAUk/76GbXFy3PSk/s1600/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; 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Aprender a viver sem a mãe (2.000 h)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="FR" style="line-height: 17px; font-size: 10pt; "&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="FR" style="line-height: 23px; font-size: 13.5pt; "&gt;2. A minha mulher não é a minha mãe (350 h) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="FR" style="line-height: 17px; font-size: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="FR" style="line-height: 23px; font-size: 13.5pt; "&gt;3. Entender que o facto de a selecção não se classificar para o Mundial não é significado de Morte (500 h)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="FR" style="line-height: 17px; font-size: 10pt; "&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="line-height: 17px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;u style="line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;span lang="FR" style="line-height: 23px; font-size: 13.5pt; "&gt;Módulo 2: Vida a dois&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span lang="FR" style="line-height: 17px; font-size: 10pt; "&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="FR" style="line-height: 23px; font-size: 13.5pt; "&gt;1. Deixar de dizer impropérios quando a mulher recebe as suas amigas (500 h) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="FR" style="line-height: 17px; font-size: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="FR" style="line-height: 23px; font-size: 13.5pt; "&gt;2. Superar o síndrome ' &lt;b style="line-height: 23px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;u style="line-height: 23px; "&gt;o controle remoto é meu&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;' (550 h)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="FR" style="line-height: 17px; font-size: 10pt; "&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="FR" style="line-height: 23px; font-size: 13.5pt; "&gt;3. Não urinar fora da sanita ( 1.000 h - exercícios práticos em vídeo) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="FR" style="line-height: 17px; font-size: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="FR" style="line-height: 23px; font-size: 13.5pt; "&gt;4. Entender que os sapatos não vão sozinhos para o armário (800 h) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="FR" style="line-height: 17px; font-size: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="FR" style="line-height: 23px; font-size: 13.5pt; "&gt;5. Como chegar ao cesto de roupa suja (500 h)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="FR" style="line-height: 17px; font-size: 10pt; "&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="FR" style="line-height: 23px; font-size: 13.5pt; "&gt;6. Como sobreviver a uma constipação sem agonizar (450 h)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="FR" style="line-height: 17px; font-size: 10pt; "&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="line-height: 17px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;u style="line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;span lang="FR" style="line-height: 23px; font-size: 13.5pt; "&gt;Módulo 3: Tempo livre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span lang="FR" style="line-height: 17px; font-size: 10pt; "&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="FR" style="line-height: 23px; font-size: 13.5pt; "&gt;1. Passar uma camisa em menos de duas horas (exercícios práticos) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="FR" style="line-height: 17px; font-size: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="FR" style="line-height: 23px; font-size: 13.5pt; "&gt;2. Beber cerveja sem arrotar, quando se está à mesa (exercícios práticos) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="FR" style="line-height: 17px; font-size: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="line-height: 17px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;u style="line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;span lang="FR" style="line-height: 23px; font-size: 13.5pt; "&gt;Módulo 4: Curso de cozinha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span lang="FR" style="line-height: 17px; font-size: 10pt; "&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="FR" style="line-height: 23px; font-size: 13.5pt; "&gt;1. Nível 1 (principiantes - os eletrodomésticos) ON/OFF = LIGA/DESLIGA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="FR" style="line-height: 17px; font-size: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="FR" style="line-height: 23px; font-size: 13.5pt; "&gt;2. Nível 2 (avançado) - ferver a água antes de por a massa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="FR" style="line-height: 17px; font-size: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="line-height: 17px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;u style="line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;span lang="FR" style="line-height: 23px; font-size: 13.5pt; "&gt;CURSOS COMPLEMENTARES:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span lang="FR" style="line-height: 17px; font-size: 10pt; "&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="FR" style="line-height: 23px; font-size: 13.5pt; "&gt;POR RAZÕES DE &lt;b style="line-height: 23px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;DIFICULDADE &lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b style="line-height: 23px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;COMPLEXIDADE &lt;/b&gt;E &lt;b style="line-height: 23px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;ENTENDIMENTO DOS TEMAS ,&lt;/b&gt; OS CURSOS TERÃO NO MÁXIMO&lt;b style="line-height: 23px; font-weight: bold; "&gt; 3 ALUNOS.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="FR" style="line-height: 17px; font-size: 10pt; "&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="FR" style="line-height: 23px; font-size: 13.5pt; "&gt;1. A electricidade e eu: vantagens económicas de contar com um técnico &lt;b style="line-height: 23px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;u style="line-height: 23px; "&gt;competente&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; para fazer reparações;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="FR" style="line-height: 13px; font-size: 7.5pt; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="FR" style="line-height: 17px; font-size: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="FR" style="line-height: 23px; font-size: 13.5pt; "&gt;2. Cozinhar e limpar a cozinha não provoca impotência nem homossexualidade (práticas em laboratório); &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="FR" style="line-height: 17px; font-size: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="FR" style="line-height: 23px; font-size: 13.5pt; "&gt;3. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 23px; font-size: 13.5pt; "&gt;Porque não é crime oferecer flores, embora já se tenha casado com ela; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 17px; font-size: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 23px; font-size: 13.5pt; "&gt;4. O &lt;span style="line-height: 23px; color: navy; "&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;olo de papel higiénico: Ele nasce ao lado da sanita? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="FR" style="line-height: 23px; font-size: 13.5pt; "&gt;(biólogos e físicos falarão sobre o tema da geração espontânea) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="FR" style="line-height: 17px; font-size: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="FR" style="line-height: 23px; font-size: 13.5pt; "&gt;5. Como baixar a tampa da sanita, passo a passo (teleconferência); &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="FR" style="line-height: 17px; font-size: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="FR" style="line-height: 23px; font-size: 13.5pt; "&gt;6. Porque não é necessário agitar os lençóis depois de emitir gases intestinais (exercícios de reflexão em conjunto); &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="FR" style="line-height: 17px; font-size: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="FR" style="line-height: 23px; font-size: 13.5pt; "&gt;7. Os homens dirigindo, podem, SIM, pedir informações sem se perderem ou correrem o risco de parecerem impotentes (testemunhos); &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="FR" style="line-height: 17px; font-size: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="FR" style="line-height: 23px; font-size: 13.5pt; "&gt;8. O detergente: doses, consumo e aplicação. Práticas para evitar acabar com a casa;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="FR" style="line-height: 17px; font-size: 10pt; "&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="FR" style="line-height: 23px; font-size: 13.5pt; "&gt;9. A máquina da roupa: esse grande mistério! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="FR" style="line-height: 17px; font-size: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="FR" style="line-height: 23px; font-size: 13.5pt; "&gt;10. Diferenças fundamentais entre o cesto de roupa suja e o chão (exercícios com musicoterapia); &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="FR" style="line-height: 17px; font-size: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="FR" style="line-height: 23px; font-size: 13.5pt; "&gt;11. A chávena de café: ela levita, indo da mesa à pia? (exercícios Dirigidos por Mister M)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;span lang="FR" style="line-height: 23px; font-size: 13.5pt; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;span lang="FR" style="line-height: 23px; font-size: 13.5pt; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;span lang="FR" style="line-height: 23px; font-size: 13.5pt; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;span lang="FR" style="line-height: 23px; font-size: 13.5pt; "&gt;eheheheheh =Pp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9133288632936071673-8273852520140476640?l=brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com/feeds/8273852520140476640/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com/2010/08/novo-curso-de-formacao-para-homens.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133288632936071673/posts/default/8273852520140476640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133288632936071673/posts/default/8273852520140476640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com/2010/08/novo-curso-de-formacao-para-homens.html' title='Novo Curso de Formação para Homens'/><author><name>BromBeeRe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04075013182702995305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4h2rpnptKs8/SgjOBqO9IBI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Js02yYYLsUo/S220/DSCN3062.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9133288632936071673.post-8593596002597370494</id><published>2010-08-03T19:08:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T19:36:42.794+02:00</updated><title type='text'>dúvidas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;Enquanto lia o meu livro, fui imaginando toda aquela magia...&lt;br /&gt;Toda a riqueza a volta da história... fosse esta pessoas, paisagens, bens ou mesmo loucuras. Ainda mais provocante quando é exposta a emoção, sentimentos e vibrações...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi então que me lembrei da conversa que tive com um amigo meu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essa conversa surgiu quando lhe perguntei:&lt;br /&gt;-Então pah, quando é que te casas?&lt;br /&gt;-Eu não me vou casar...&lt;br /&gt;-Não?então?&lt;br /&gt;-Não sei...umas vezes tenho vontade de casar, outras vezes não...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;-Mas não a amas?&lt;br /&gt;-Gosto muitissimo dela, é com ela que quero estar... mas não sei se a amo...Afinal de contas, o que é o "Amor/Amo-te/Amar"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E surge a grande questão... o que é o amor?&lt;br /&gt;Como é possivel ouvir as pessoas a dizer "Amo-te" a torto e a direito...? Eu sei que existe uma necessidade de exprimir a "felicidade" que sentimos quando estamos com outra pessoa... mas será que é amar?!&lt;br /&gt;E afinal porque há quem não difere a Paixão e o Amor?&lt;br /&gt;Será que já se Apaixonaram de verdade?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entretanto surge outra situação, outras questões... Como é que podem  dizer "Gosto de ti (muito ou não)" ou "Amo-te" e depois vê-se os desejos por outras pessoas, as mensagens a efectuar convites, ou então a dizer que sentem saudades e que são especiais, e que não esquecem....?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alguém me pode explicar como isto é possível?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Será que é realmente gostar? Ou é apenas desafio?&lt;br /&gt;Será que é falta de respeito por eles mesmo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu por mim  apenas posso comentar  que realmente é bom sentir que existe mais do que uma pessoa que pensa em nós, que nos elogia, que nos tenta seduzir... Eu gosto e duvido que haja muita gente que não gosta, mas seja como for, eu fico a pensar (depois de me encher de "blush" ou então simplesmente um sorriso e dizer "este cabrão..." LOL) como é que tem coragem? lo0ol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quer dizer, eu seeeeeiiii ... eu sei que a cabeça de baixo é mais forte! Também sei, que o compromisso é complicado e medonho ... agora só não sei como não tem vergonha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well... :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9133288632936071673-8593596002597370494?l=brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com/feeds/8593596002597370494/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com/2010/08/duvidas.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133288632936071673/posts/default/8593596002597370494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133288632936071673/posts/default/8593596002597370494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com/2010/08/duvidas.html' title='dúvidas'/><author><name>BromBeeRe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04075013182702995305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4h2rpnptKs8/SgjOBqO9IBI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Js02yYYLsUo/S220/DSCN3062.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9133288632936071673.post-1712595530992566173</id><published>2010-08-02T10:30:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T10:45:59.939+02:00</updated><title type='text'>10meses = 2felizes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4h2rpnptKs8/TFaEHB3DMlI/AAAAAAAAAUc/lFSgME-kfsM/s1600/ten.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 236px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4h2rpnptKs8/TFaEHB3DMlI/AAAAAAAAAUc/lFSgME-kfsM/s320/ten.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500729251172921938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt; É verdade meu bem... já passaram 10!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;Foram 10 meses de apoio, de alegria, de companhia, de paixão...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;Foram 10 meses em que cresci ainda mais contigo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;E mesmo tendo já passado 10 meses, continuam presentes em nós! E o que lá virá... deixa, quando lá chegarmos, saberemos :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;Obrigada por tudo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9133288632936071673-1712595530992566173?l=brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com/feeds/1712595530992566173/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com/2010/08/10meses-2felizes.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133288632936071673/posts/default/1712595530992566173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133288632936071673/posts/default/1712595530992566173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com/2010/08/10meses-2felizes.html' title='10meses = 2felizes'/><author><name>BromBeeRe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04075013182702995305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4h2rpnptKs8/SgjOBqO9IBI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Js02yYYLsUo/S220/DSCN3062.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4h2rpnptKs8/TFaEHB3DMlI/AAAAAAAAAUc/lFSgME-kfsM/s72-c/ten.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9133288632936071673.post-5445574714891029637</id><published>2010-07-31T13:18:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T13:18:33.853+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Deus e os povos do mundo xD</title><content type='html'>Quando Deus fez o mundo, para que os homens prosperassem decidiu&lt;br /&gt;dar-lhes apenas duas virtudes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assim:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Aos Suíços os fez estudiosos e respeitadores da lei.&lt;br /&gt;- Aos Ingleses,  organizados e pontuais.&lt;br /&gt;- Aos argentinos, chatos e arrogantes.&lt;br /&gt;- Aos Japoneses, trabalhadores e disciplinados.&lt;br /&gt;- Aos Italianos, alegres e românticos.&lt;br /&gt;- Aos Franceses, cultos e finos.&lt;br /&gt;- Aos Portuguese, inteligentes, honestos e do PS.&lt;br /&gt;O anjo anotou, mas logo em seguida, cheio de humildade e de medo, indagou:&lt;br /&gt;- Senhor, a todos os povos do mundo foram dadas duas virtudes, porém,&lt;br /&gt;aos Portugueses foram dadas três! Isto não os fará  soberbos em&lt;br /&gt;relação aos outros povos da terra?&lt;br /&gt;- Muito bem observado, bom anjo! exclamou o Senhor.&lt;br /&gt;- Isto é verdade!&lt;br /&gt;- Façamos então uma correcção! De agora em diante, os Portugueses,&lt;br /&gt;povo do meu coração, manterão estas três virtudes, mas nenhum deles&lt;br /&gt;poderá utilizar mais de duas simultaneamente, como os outros povos!&lt;br /&gt;Assim:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- O que for do PS e honesto, não pode ser inteligente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- O que for do PS e inteligente, não pode ser honesto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- E o que for inteligente e honesto, não pode ser do PS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Palavras do Senhor&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9133288632936071673-5445574714891029637?l=brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com/feeds/5445574714891029637/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com/2010/07/deus-e-os-povos-do-mundo-xd.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133288632936071673/posts/default/5445574714891029637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133288632936071673/posts/default/5445574714891029637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com/2010/07/deus-e-os-povos-do-mundo-xd.html' title='Deus e os povos do mundo xD'/><author><name>BromBeeRe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04075013182702995305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4h2rpnptKs8/SgjOBqO9IBI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Js02yYYLsUo/S220/DSCN3062.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9133288632936071673.post-1324806738996764638</id><published>2010-07-31T13:16:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T13:16:27.392+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Olhó chefiiiii xD</title><content type='html'>Um elefante vê uma cobra pela primeira vez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muito intrigado pergunta:&lt;br /&gt;- Como é que fazes para te deslocar? Não tens patas!&lt;br /&gt;- É muito simples - responde a cobra - rastejo, o que me permite avançar.e&lt;br /&gt;- Ah... E como é que fazes para te reproduzires? Não tens tomates!&lt;br /&gt;É muito simples - responde a cobra já irritada - não preciso de tomates,&lt;br /&gt;ponho&lt;br /&gt;ovos.&lt;br /&gt;Ah... E como é que fazes para comer? Não tens mãos nem tromba para levar a&lt;br /&gt;comida à boca!&lt;br /&gt;Não preciso! Abro a boca assim, muito grande, e com esta enorme garganta&lt;br /&gt;engulo&lt;br /&gt;a minha presa directamente.&lt;br /&gt;- Ah... ok! Ok! Mas então, resumindo.. rastejas, não tens tomates e só tens&lt;br /&gt;garganta...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;És Chefe de quem ?????!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9133288632936071673-1324806738996764638?l=brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com/feeds/1324806738996764638/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com/2010/07/olho-chefiiiii-xd.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133288632936071673/posts/default/1324806738996764638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133288632936071673/posts/default/1324806738996764638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com/2010/07/olho-chefiiiii-xd.html' title='Olhó chefiiiii xD'/><author><name>BromBeeRe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04075013182702995305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4h2rpnptKs8/SgjOBqO9IBI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Js02yYYLsUo/S220/DSCN3062.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9133288632936071673.post-2344434285615907044</id><published>2010-07-31T12:58:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T13:02:07.038+02:00</updated><title type='text'>conversas de mulheres e de homens ihihih</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;2 mulheres conversam:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como foi o teu sexo ontem?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 -- Catastrófico. O meu marido chegou do trabalho, jantou em 3 minutos, depois tivemos sexo durante 4 minutos e após 2 minutos ele já dormia. E tu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 -- Foi fantástico! O meu marido chegou a casa levou-me a jantar fora e depois passeamos durante 1 hora até casa. Após 1 hora de preliminares à luz das velas fizemos sexo durante 1 hora e imagina no fim ainda tivemos na conversa durante 1 hora. Numa palavra: Maravilhoso!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2 homens conversam:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como foi o teu sexo ontem?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 -- Super! Cheguei a casa e tinha o jantar na mesa; jantei, fiz sexo e adormeci imediatamente. E tu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 -- Catastrófico...Cheguei a casa e não havia electricidade porque me tinha esquecido de pagar a última factura. Assim levei a minha mulher jantar fora a um sítio qualquer. O comer foi uma porcaria e caríssimo, que fiquei sem dinheiro para pagar o táxi até casa. Não tivemos outra alternativa senão ir a pé para casa. Chegamos a casa e claro não tinhamos electricidade, fomos obrigados a acender velas! Eu estava tal maneira fora de mim que precisei 1 hora até que estivesse em pé e uma hora até conseguir libertar o meu batalhão. Foi de tal maneira que estava possesso e não consegui adormecer durante 1 hora pelo que fui bombardeado pela minha mulher com conversa da treta.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9133288632936071673-2344434285615907044?l=brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com/feeds/2344434285615907044/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com/2010/07/conversas-de-mulheres-e-de-homens.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133288632936071673/posts/default/2344434285615907044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133288632936071673/posts/default/2344434285615907044'/><link rel='alternate' 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words, hold my hand&lt;br /&gt;In other words, baby&lt;br /&gt;Kiss me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fill my heart with song&lt;br /&gt;and let me sing for evermore&lt;br /&gt;you are all I long for&lt;br /&gt;all I worship and adore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other words, please be true&lt;br /&gt;In other words, I love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fill my heart with song&lt;br /&gt;let me sing for evermore&lt;br /&gt;you are all I long for&lt;br /&gt;all I worship and adore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;In other words, please be true!&lt;br /&gt;In other words, in other words&lt;br /&gt;I love...&lt;br /&gt;You &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Obrigada por estes 9 meses :)*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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month)'/><author><name>BromBeeRe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04075013182702995305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4h2rpnptKs8/SgjOBqO9IBI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Js02yYYLsUo/S220/DSCN3062.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9133288632936071673.post-6091155064141712823</id><published>2010-06-27T19:21:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T19:23:10.641+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;no fucking words!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9133288632936071673-6091155064141712823?l=brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4h2rpnptKs8/SgjOBqO9IBI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Js02yYYLsUo/S220/DSCN3062.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9133288632936071673.post-3582680040655384644</id><published>2010-06-26T16:31:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T16:32:33.835+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4h2rpnptKs8/TCYPWy6gAUI/AAAAAAAAAUU/LwU0wm6vj3M/s1600/E277A_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 247px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 204px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487090080296206658" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4h2rpnptKs8/TCYPWy6gAUI/AAAAAAAAAUU/LwU0wm6vj3M/s400/E277A_1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmmmmmmmmm ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9133288632936071673-3582680040655384644?l=brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com/feeds/3582680040655384644/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com/2010/06/hmmmmmmmmmm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133288632936071673/posts/default/3582680040655384644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133288632936071673/posts/default/3582680040655384644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com/2010/06/hmmmmmmmmmm.html' title=''/><author><name>BromBeeRe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04075013182702995305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4h2rpnptKs8/SgjOBqO9IBI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Js02yYYLsUo/S220/DSCN3062.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4h2rpnptKs8/TCYPWy6gAUI/AAAAAAAAAUU/LwU0wm6vj3M/s72-c/E277A_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9133288632936071673.post-7896925368723117003</id><published>2010-06-23T22:41:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T22:43:44.200+02:00</updated><title type='text'>I LOVE YOU TILL THE END</title><content type='html'>I just want to see you &lt;br /&gt;When you're all alone &lt;br /&gt;I just want to catch you if I can &lt;br /&gt;I just want to be there &lt;br /&gt;When the morning light explodes &lt;br /&gt;On your face it radiates &lt;br /&gt;I can't escape &lt;br /&gt;I love you 'till the end &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to tell you nothing &lt;br /&gt;You don't want to hear &lt;br /&gt;All I want is for you to say &lt;br /&gt;Why don't you just take me &lt;br /&gt;Where I've never been before &lt;br /&gt;I know you want to hear me &lt;br /&gt;Catch my breath &lt;br /&gt;I love you 'till the end &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to be there &lt;br /&gt;When we're caught in the rain &lt;br /&gt;I just want to see you laugh not cry &lt;br /&gt;I just want to feel you &lt;br /&gt;When the night puts on it's cloak &lt;br /&gt;I'm lost for words don't tell me &lt;br /&gt;All I can say &lt;br /&gt;I love you 'till the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adoro-te tantooooooooooooooo...é impossivel não amar uma pessoa como tu meu amor *.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * * * * * * * BIG HUG * * * * * * * *&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9133288632936071673-7896925368723117003?l=brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4h2rpnptKs8/SgjOBqO9IBI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Js02yYYLsUo/S220/DSCN3062.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9133288632936071673.post-5900317946161348532</id><published>2010-06-09T12:02:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T12:06:25.370+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Smile</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4h2rpnptKs8/TA9nUsQjVqI/AAAAAAAAAUM/4w4eDy1rke4/s1600/u-make-me-smile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 381px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480712876708812450" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4h2rpnptKs8/TA9nUsQjVqI/AAAAAAAAAUM/4w4eDy1rke4/s400/u-make-me-smile.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Será que ainda é necessário dizer alguma coisa?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4h2rpnptKs8/TA9m2aZsv_I/AAAAAAAAAT8/7xmJWMpNc_E/s1600/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 344px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480712356519264242" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4h2rpnptKs8/TA9m2aZsv_I/AAAAAAAAAT8/7xmJWMpNc_E/s400/untitled.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/9133288632936071673-5900317946161348532?l=brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com/feeds/5900317946161348532/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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new;"&gt;Três homens estão bebendo num bar e começam a falar sobre o que fizeram na&lt;br /&gt;noite anterior com as suas mulheres.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O italiano diz:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eu fiz uma massagem à minha esposa no corpo todo com um azeite finíssimo.&lt;br /&gt;Depois fizemos amor apaixonadamente e ela gritou durante 5 minutos sem parar."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O francês, para não ficar atrás , diz:&lt;br /&gt;"Eu fiz uma massagem à minha mulher também no corpo todo, com um azeite afrodisiaco especial e depois fizemos amor .&lt;br /&gt;Ela gritou durante 15 minutos seguidos."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E diz o português:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Isso não é nada, eu fiz uma massagem à minha gaja com uma manteiga especial e acariciei -lhe o corpo todo com a manteiga.&lt;br /&gt;Depois fizemos amor e ela gritou durante 2 horas seguidas."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O italiano e o francês , assombrados, perguntam:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Duas horas !!!! Que fenómeno, como é que conseguiste que ela gritasse durante tanto tempo??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Limpei as mãos ao cortinado !!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9133288632936071673-5798156414112697593?l=brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com/feeds/5798156414112697593/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com/2010/06/duas-chapadas-xd.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133288632936071673/posts/default/5798156414112697593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133288632936071673/posts/default/5798156414112697593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com/2010/06/duas-chapadas-xd.html' title='Duas chapadas xD'/><author><name>BromBeeRe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04075013182702995305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4h2rpnptKs8/SgjOBqO9IBI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Js02yYYLsUo/S220/DSCN3062.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9133288632936071673.post-1996937621870012893</id><published>2010-06-08T11:03:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T11:05:41.095+02:00</updated><title type='text'>O Paraíso e o Inferno :P</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;E Deus fez a mulher...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Houve harmonia no paraíso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;O diabo vendo isso resolveu complicar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deus deu à mulher cabelos sedosos e esvoaçantes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;O diabo deu pontas duplas e ressecadas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deus deu à mulher seios firmes e bonitos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;O diabo os fez crescer e cair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deus deu à mulher um corpo esbelto e provocante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;O diabo inventou a celulite e as estrias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deus deu à mulher músculos perfeitos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;E o diabo os cobriu com lipoglicerídios.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deus deu à mulher uma voz suave, doce e melodiosa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;O diabo a fez falar demais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deus deu à mulher um temperamento dócil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;E o diabo inventou a TPM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deus deu à mulher um andar elegante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;O diabo investiu no sapato de salto alto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então Deus deu à mulher infinita beleza interior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;E o diabo fez o homem perceber só o lado de fora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deus fez a mulher ficar maravilhosa aos 30, vibrante e gostosa aos 45.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;O diabo deu de presente a menopausa aos 50...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só pode haver uma explicação para tudo isso:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;O diabo é &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;G A Y&lt;/span&gt; !!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; LO0O0O0O0O0O0OL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9133288632936071673-1996937621870012893?l=brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com/feeds/1996937621870012893/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com/2010/06/o-paraiso-e-o-inferno-p.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133288632936071673/posts/default/1996937621870012893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133288632936071673/posts/default/1996937621870012893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com/2010/06/o-paraiso-e-o-inferno-p.html' title='O Paraíso e o Inferno :P'/><author><name>BromBeeRe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04075013182702995305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4h2rpnptKs8/SgjOBqO9IBI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Js02yYYLsUo/S220/DSCN3062.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9133288632936071673.post-5321306593290985463</id><published>2010-06-08T10:44:00.012+02:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T11:02:03.857+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Bicho mulher que é complicado...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4h2rpnptKs8/TA4G0xUCpyI/AAAAAAAAAT0/3IvgbBG-1Qg/s1600/ATT00000.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; 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WIDTH: 226px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480026930133063858" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4h2rpnptKs8/TAz3dWIn2LI/AAAAAAAAAR8/rtIflxaeMgs/s320/CARTAZ_EROTICA.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estava eu muito contente a ouvir a emissão da rádio BestRock FM (como habitual, no local de trabalho) e descubro que há mais uma edição do Salão Erótico em Lisboa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainda mais contente fiquei por saber que havia passatempos... e ao concorrer, ganhei dois bilhetes (separados) xD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com o aproximar dos dias, combinei com o meu gajo para o dia da estreia... e é claro que começei ficar triste pelos seguintes motivos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. O convite só dava para o dia da abertura ou para o dia do fecho - tá bem que nós iamos na 6f, mas podiamos mudar de ideias né? :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. NÃO VI SEXO AO VIVO :( ! quer dizer, havia essa possibilidade ... mas tinha que pagar mais 2 ou 3€ para ir ver duas pessoas a fazer sexo... e quando os actores acabavam e trocavam? mais uns 2 ou 3€.&lt;br /&gt;Já não basta os 20€ por pessoa... [esqueçam lá que eu ganhei os bilhetes sff -.-]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Havia lá gajas com altas trombas... ora bem... não é a profissão delas? e elas não costumam dizer que é por gosto e que adoram bla bla bla bla? Então porque raio estavam com cara de frete?! =.='&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Uma imperial a 4,5€?!?!?! mas isto é uma discoteca ou que?é que nem numa disco quanto mais na FIL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4h2rpnptKs8/TAz6kJ4aT_I/AAAAAAAAASU/-aVCmZPUGGI/s1600/LH9120BL-L.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480030345637810162" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4h2rpnptKs8/TAz6kJ4aT_I/AAAAAAAAASU/-aVCmZPUGGI/s200/LH9120BL-L.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4h2rpnptKs8/TAz6kJ4aT_I/AAAAAAAAASU/-aVCmZPUGGI/s1600/LH9120BL-L.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccccff;"&gt;5. Epa, havia lá uma zona que vendiam artigos sexuais com 30% de desconto...e eu toda contente ne? Procuro o Sqweel e nada :( . Ainda mais grave, a lingerie que eu tenho da &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lojadasdivas.pt/"&gt;Loja das Divas&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; era mais barata... ou seja, com os 30% de desconto é que ficava mais ou menos o valor que eu paguei sem desconto...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccccff;"&gt;E &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.vibrolandia.com/show_prod1.asp?ref=LH9120BL"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Sqweel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccccff;"&gt;na outra barraquinha custava 60€ -.- ... eu já vi a 50€ pah!!! lo0o0o0o0o0o0ol &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;GANHEM MASÉ VERGONHA NA CARA! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccccff;"&gt;As coisas boas foi realmente ver a cara dos homens completamente babados e quase a meter as maquinas ou telemóveis dentro do rabiosque das pikenas; o Strip que o Marco fez para a senhora em que a mesma não o queria deixar ir embora xD; os dois senhores a exemplificarem o kamasutra com duas stripers ... xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Resumindo: ainda bem que não paguei :) mas deu para umas risotas grandes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&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/9133288632936071673-2026695169825184882?l=brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com/feeds/2026695169825184882/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com/2010/06/6-salao-erotico-de-lisboa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133288632936071673/posts/default/2026695169825184882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133288632936071673/posts/default/2026695169825184882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com/2010/06/6-salao-erotico-de-lisboa.html' title='6º Salão Erótico de Lisboa'/><author><name>BromBeeRe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04075013182702995305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4h2rpnptKs8/SgjOBqO9IBI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Js02yYYLsUo/S220/DSCN3062.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4h2rpnptKs8/TAz3dWIn2LI/AAAAAAAAAR8/rtIflxaeMgs/s72-c/CARTAZ_EROTICA.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9133288632936071673.post-6681974677634898999</id><published>2010-06-04T16:18:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T16:19:21.854+02:00</updated><title type='text'>the thing about love</title><content type='html'>Esta musica dedico a todos os meus amigos, a toda a minha familia e ao meu gaijo :)&lt;br /&gt;porque thats the thing about love :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BhL-CC_OMmE&amp;hl=pt_PT&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/BhL-CC_OMmE&amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&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/9133288632936071673-6681974677634898999?l=brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com/feeds/6681974677634898999/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com/2010/06/thing-about-love.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133288632936071673/posts/default/6681974677634898999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133288632936071673/posts/default/6681974677634898999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com/2010/06/thing-about-love.html' title='the thing about love'/><author><name>BromBeeRe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04075013182702995305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4h2rpnptKs8/SgjOBqO9IBI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Js02yYYLsUo/S220/DSCN3062.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9133288632936071673.post-5402269673568677596</id><published>2010-06-04T15:58:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T16:00:00.746+02:00</updated><title type='text'>When You Really Love Someone</title><content type='html'>I'm a woman, lord knows it's hard&lt;br /&gt;I need a real man to give me what I need&lt;br /&gt;Sweet attention, love and tenderness&lt;br /&gt;When it's real it's unconditional, I'm telling y'all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause a man, just ain't a man, &lt;br /&gt;If he aint' man enough &lt;br /&gt;To love you when you're right,&lt;br /&gt;Love you when you're wrong&lt;br /&gt;Love you when you're weak,&lt;br /&gt;Love you when you're strong&lt;br /&gt;Take you higher&lt;br /&gt;When the world got you feelin low.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's given you his last, cuz he's thinking of you first&lt;br /&gt;Given comfort when you're thinking that you're hurt&lt;br /&gt;That's what's done when you really love someone&lt;br /&gt;I'm telling y'all, I'm telling y'all.&lt;br /&gt;Cause you're a real man and lord knows it's hard&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you just need a woman's touch&lt;br /&gt;Sweet affection, love and support&lt;br /&gt;When it's real, it's unconditional, I'm telling y'all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh cause a woman ain't a woman if she ain't woman enough&lt;br /&gt;To love you when you're right&lt;br /&gt;Love you when you're wrong&lt;br /&gt;Love you when you're weak,&lt;br /&gt;Love you when you're strong&lt;br /&gt;Take you higher&lt;br /&gt;When the world got you feelin low.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's giving you her best, even when you're at your worst&lt;br /&gt;Givin comfort, when she's thinking that you're hurt&lt;br /&gt;That's what's done, when you really love someone&lt;br /&gt;I'm telling y'all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whooo&lt;br /&gt;Whooo&lt;br /&gt;Whooo&lt;br /&gt;Whooo&lt;br /&gt;Whooo&lt;br /&gt;Whooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you gonna argue&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you gonna fight&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it's gonna feel like it will never be right&lt;br /&gt;But something so strong, keeps you holdin on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It don't make sense, but it make a good song&lt;br /&gt;Cause a man, just ain't a man, &lt;br /&gt;If he ain't man enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To love you when you're right,&lt;br /&gt;Love you when you're wrong&lt;br /&gt;Love you when you're weak,&lt;br /&gt;Love you when you're strong&lt;br /&gt;Take you higher&lt;br /&gt;When the world got you feelin low&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's given you his last, cuz he's thinking of you first&lt;br /&gt;Given comfort when you're thinking that you're hurt&lt;br /&gt;That's what's done when you really love someone&lt;br /&gt;I'm telling y'all, I'm telling y'all, I'm telling y'all&lt;br /&gt;That a woman ain't a woman if she ain't woman enough&lt;br /&gt;To love you when you're right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you when you're wrong&lt;br /&gt;Love you when you're weak,&lt;br /&gt;Love you when you're strong&lt;br /&gt;Take you higher and higher&lt;br /&gt;When the world got you feelin low.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's giving you her best, even when you're at your worst&lt;br /&gt;Givin comfort, when she's thinking that you're hurt&lt;br /&gt;That's what's done, when you really love someone&lt;br /&gt;I'm telling y'all&lt;br /&gt;I'm telling y'all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm hmm yeah&lt;br /&gt;Hmm hmm yeah&lt;br /&gt;Hmm hmm yeah&lt;br /&gt;Hmm hmm yeah&lt;br /&gt;Hmm hmm yeah&lt;br /&gt;Hmm hmm yeah&lt;br /&gt;Hmm hmm yeah&lt;br /&gt;Hmm hmm yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*ALICIA KEYS*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9133288632936071673-5402269673568677596?l=brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com/feeds/5402269673568677596/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com/2010/06/when-you-really-love-someone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133288632936071673/posts/default/5402269673568677596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133288632936071673/posts/default/5402269673568677596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com/2010/06/when-you-really-love-someone.html' title='When You Really Love Someone'/><author><name>BromBeeRe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04075013182702995305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4h2rpnptKs8/SgjOBqO9IBI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Js02yYYLsUo/S220/DSCN3062.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9133288632936071673.post-8040263221804443703</id><published>2010-06-04T11:50:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T11:54:23.095+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fray - You Found Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VJyyanGYH_I&amp;hl=pt_PT&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/VJyyanGYH_I&amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*.* Eu adoro esta música... Mas completamente! fico com um friozinho estranho...brrr.&lt;br /&gt;E não me consigo cansar :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seja como for, prtilho convosco, Enjoy*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9133288632936071673-8040263221804443703?l=brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com/feeds/8040263221804443703/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com/2010/06/fray-you-found-me.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133288632936071673/posts/default/8040263221804443703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133288632936071673/posts/default/8040263221804443703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com/2010/06/fray-you-found-me.html' title='The Fray - You Found Me'/><author><name>BromBeeRe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04075013182702995305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4h2rpnptKs8/SgjOBqO9IBI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Js02yYYLsUo/S220/DSCN3062.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9133288632936071673.post-586203655878312915</id><published>2010-06-02T12:35:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T12:37:19.385+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Eternal</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ts1qQ8jN8o0&amp;hl=pt_PT&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/ts1qQ8jN8o0&amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jS0v7o0xjAQ&amp;hl=pt_PT&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/jS0v7o0xjAQ&amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D ha tantos anos...credo *.*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9133288632936071673-586203655878312915?l=brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com/feeds/586203655878312915/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com/2010/06/eternal.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133288632936071673/posts/default/586203655878312915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133288632936071673/posts/default/586203655878312915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com/2010/06/eternal.html' title='Eternal'/><author><name>BromBeeRe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04075013182702995305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4h2rpnptKs8/SgjOBqO9IBI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Js02yYYLsUo/S220/DSCN3062.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9133288632936071673.post-1203532919352166449</id><published>2010-06-01T10:38:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T11:21:49.205+02:00</updated><title type='text'>1+1 = ... 8 *.*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4h2rpnptKs8/TATQAQw7mOI/AAAAAAAAAR0/K9Xwyww2_wk/s1600/Sem+T%C3%ADtulo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 315px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477731749708142818" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4h2rpnptKs8/TATQAQw7mOI/AAAAAAAAAR0/K9Xwyww2_wk/s320/Sem+T%C3%ADtulo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E aqui estamos nós meu amor...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Belissimos 8 meses!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E sabe tão bem ter-te ao meu lado, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sabe tão bem ainda sentir as Borboletas na barriga como se fosse a primeira vez que tivesse contigo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Como se fosse o nosso primeiro beijo,primeiro braço,...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Como é tão bom estar cada vez mais apaixonada!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;É mais um dia, apenas nosso, onde nós somos as personagens principais e os outros secundárias :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Isto tudo para te dizer &lt;strong&gt;OBRIGADA*&lt;/strong&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/9133288632936071673-1203532919352166449?l=brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com/feeds/1203532919352166449/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com/2010/06/11-8.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133288632936071673/posts/default/1203532919352166449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133288632936071673/posts/default/1203532919352166449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com/2010/06/11-8.html' title='1+1 = ... 8 *.*'/><author><name>BromBeeRe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04075013182702995305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4h2rpnptKs8/SgjOBqO9IBI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Js02yYYLsUo/S220/DSCN3062.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4h2rpnptKs8/TATQAQw7mOI/AAAAAAAAAR0/K9Xwyww2_wk/s72-c/Sem+T%C3%ADtulo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9133288632936071673.post-8949254494951292240</id><published>2010-05-31T10:27:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T10:39:31.216+02:00</updated><title type='text'>US</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4h2rpnptKs8/TAN1ps3g9BI/AAAAAAAAARk/T3mkkVFSJ-Q/s1600/beijo_02-12-03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 218px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477350931091747858" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4h2rpnptKs8/TAN1ps3g9BI/AAAAAAAAARk/T3mkkVFSJ-Q/s320/beijo_02-12-03.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4h2rpnptKs8/TAN0gww0YwI/AAAAAAAAARc/NT-hfUB-mNw/s1600/beijo_02-12-03.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Já falta menos de 24 horas :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Menos de 24h para vivermos mais um dia...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mais um dia de todos os dias!&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/9133288632936071673-8949254494951292240?l=brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com/feeds/8949254494951292240/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com/2010/05/us.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133288632936071673/posts/default/8949254494951292240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133288632936071673/posts/default/8949254494951292240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com/2010/05/us.html' title='US'/><author><name>BromBeeRe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04075013182702995305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4h2rpnptKs8/SgjOBqO9IBI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Js02yYYLsUo/S220/DSCN3062.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4h2rpnptKs8/TAN1ps3g9BI/AAAAAAAAARk/T3mkkVFSJ-Q/s72-c/beijo_02-12-03.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9133288632936071673.post-8861792946466634944</id><published>2010-05-31T10:26:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T10:27:42.972+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Escritura 10 a.m.</title><content type='html'>O meu amorzinho está tão grandeeeeeeeeeeeee *.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEMPRE CONTIGO CORAÇÃO &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9133288632936071673-8861792946466634944?l=brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com/feeds/8861792946466634944/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com/2010/05/escritura-10-am.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133288632936071673/posts/default/8861792946466634944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133288632936071673/posts/default/8861792946466634944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com/2010/05/escritura-10-am.html' title='Escritura 10 a.m.'/><author><name>BromBeeRe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04075013182702995305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4h2rpnptKs8/SgjOBqO9IBI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Js02yYYLsUo/S220/DSCN3062.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9133288632936071673.post-6065283547707483985</id><published>2010-05-29T22:48:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T22:51:24.114+02:00</updated><title type='text'>27 de Maio de 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4h2rpnptKs8/TAF918sAqZI/AAAAAAAAARU/JwO5wC2z-3k/s1600/parabens-recados-para-orkut9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476796987636492690" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4h2rpnptKs8/TAF918sAqZI/AAAAAAAAARU/JwO5wC2z-3k/s400/parabens-recados-para-orkut9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;A minha mummy está tão grandeeeeeeeeeee :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Aqui registo o aniversário da minha goda mais maluca! felicidades kokka!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;LOVE YOU...Always*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9133288632936071673-6065283547707483985?l=brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com/feeds/6065283547707483985/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com/2010/05/27-de-maio-de-2010.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133288632936071673/posts/default/6065283547707483985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133288632936071673/posts/default/6065283547707483985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com/2010/05/27-de-maio-de-2010.html' title='27 de Maio de 2010'/><author><name>BromBeeRe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04075013182702995305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4h2rpnptKs8/SgjOBqO9IBI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Js02yYYLsUo/S220/DSCN3062.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4h2rpnptKs8/TAF918sAqZI/AAAAAAAAARU/JwO5wC2z-3k/s72-c/parabens-recados-para-orkut9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9133288632936071673.post-8364895950177273102</id><published>2010-05-29T22:30:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T22:48:03.456+02:00</updated><title type='text'>29 de Maio de 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4h2rpnptKs8/TAF88Q3R4II/AAAAAAAAARM/pLX9O42Sm3Y/s1600/loneliness.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 277px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476795996620054658" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4h2rpnptKs8/TAF88Q3R4II/AAAAAAAAARM/pLX9O42Sm3Y/s400/loneliness.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sei...&lt;br /&gt;Não consigo...&lt;br /&gt;Não sai...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não há imaginação...&lt;br /&gt;Não há fome...&lt;br /&gt;Apenas Sede...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não há palavras que descrevam...&lt;br /&gt;Não há outra expressão de alegria...nem de tristeza!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não existe sorriso...&lt;br /&gt;Não derra lágrias...&lt;br /&gt;Apenas sei que não consigo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que se passa?&lt;br /&gt;Não sei...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que tenho?&lt;br /&gt;Não sei...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que sinto?&lt;br /&gt;sei:P nada...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onde ia?&lt;br /&gt;Para lado algum...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que fazia?&lt;br /&gt;Absolutamente nada...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que queria?&lt;br /&gt;mais uma vez...NADA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que me poderia preencher HOJE?&lt;br /&gt;Talvez...e Talvez...(lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinceramente nada...hoje nada me preenche a não ser o "vazio" da mente, do coração,...&lt;br /&gt;as palavras secas, os gestos frios, o olhar distante, a concentração no obscuro das sensações, emoções e acções.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parece que todos os dias deixaram de ter significado porque hoje estou ali, perdida num local que não sei qual é; em que penso em algo que não sei o que é; em que o feeling é estranho e não sei o que significa; em que a vontade não existe; em que o que faço é evitar falar porque não me apetece; em que pareçe que desisti de tudo o que faz parte de mim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fugia...apenas para ´não atrapalhar os momentos felizes de todos...&lt;br /&gt;Fugia...para aquele canto...aquele... que ainda não descobri!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fodasse... mas afinal o que é isto?&lt;br /&gt;uma coisa tenho a certeza...´&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou vazia, e assim me apetece estar :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9133288632936071673-8364895950177273102?l=brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com/feeds/8364895950177273102/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com/2010/05/29-de-maio-de-2010.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133288632936071673/posts/default/8364895950177273102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133288632936071673/posts/default/8364895950177273102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com/2010/05/29-de-maio-de-2010.html' title='29 de Maio de 2010'/><author><name>BromBeeRe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04075013182702995305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4h2rpnptKs8/SgjOBqO9IBI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Js02yYYLsUo/S220/DSCN3062.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4h2rpnptKs8/TAF88Q3R4II/AAAAAAAAARM/pLX9O42Sm3Y/s72-c/loneliness.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9133288632936071673.post-1631978752952123088</id><published>2010-05-25T17:13:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T17:15:09.248+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Que qualidade te define melhor ?</title><content type='html'>"Quando me refiro a pura, quer dizer que es mesmo pura ! Ou seja es a perfeicao que dizem nao existir ! Es amiga dos teus amigos, frontal, directa, leal, honrada, sabes o significado da palavra segredo, apoias tudo e todos, por vezes es incapaz de tratares alguem mal ! As pessoas adoram-te, e &lt;strong&gt;os poucos inigmigos que tens e porque tem inveja de ti,&lt;/strong&gt; mas ser superior a isso tudo era o que devias ser ! Es parecida com o mar, nao escondes nada, demonstras aquilo que se passa contigo e como es verdadeiramente. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afinal ... :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9133288632936071673-1631978752952123088?l=brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com/feeds/1631978752952123088/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com/2010/05/que-qualidade-te-define-melhor.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133288632936071673/posts/default/1631978752952123088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133288632936071673/posts/default/1631978752952123088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com/2010/05/que-qualidade-te-define-melhor.html' title='Que qualidade te define melhor ?'/><author><name>BromBeeRe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04075013182702995305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4h2rpnptKs8/SgjOBqO9IBI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Js02yYYLsUo/S220/DSCN3062.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9133288632936071673.post-2817940829554155550</id><published>2010-05-13T15:31:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T15:31:12.329+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Alicia Keys - Empire State Of Mind Solo</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/g4IiccUjGps&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&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/g4IiccUjGps&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1" width="425" height="344" allowScriptAccess="never" allowFullScreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&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/9133288632936071673-2817940829554155550?l=brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com/feeds/2817940829554155550/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com/2010/05/alicia-keys-empire-state-of-mind-solo.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133288632936071673/posts/default/2817940829554155550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133288632936071673/posts/default/2817940829554155550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com/2010/05/alicia-keys-empire-state-of-mind-solo.html' title='Alicia Keys - Empire State Of Mind Solo'/><author><name>BromBeeRe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04075013182702995305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4h2rpnptKs8/SgjOBqO9IBI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Js02yYYLsUo/S220/DSCN3062.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9133288632936071673.post-3209935770520911366</id><published>2010-05-12T17:10:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T17:11:12.883+02:00</updated><title type='text'>3 Doors Down - Landing In London (All I Think About Is You)</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rguhxKEBlr4&amp;hl=pt_PT&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/rguhxKEBlr4&amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Linda *.*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9133288632936071673-3209935770520911366?l=brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com/feeds/3209935770520911366/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com/2010/05/3-doors-down-landing-in-london-all-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133288632936071673/posts/default/3209935770520911366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133288632936071673/posts/default/3209935770520911366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com/2010/05/3-doors-down-landing-in-london-all-i.html' title='3 Doors Down - 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Mas proposta agora é saviaar a curiosidade, adivinhando o comportamento dele. E pra isso, bast saber o que bebe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Cerveja:&lt;/strong&gt; Homem sociavel, confiante ao ponto de largar a compnheira no bar paara ir várias vees à casa-de-banho. Pouco criativo, mas sabe dar prazer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Whisky:&lt;/strong&gt; Experiente e viril. Sabe o que quer e nõ é de perder tempo. Um gentlmen. Na camaprefre a qualidade à quantidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Martini:&lt;/strong&gt; Homem de principios e temperamento forte. Sedutor e muito esforçado para agradar a parceira. É adepto dospreliminares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Cerveja Importada:&lt;/strong&gt; Espirito aventureiro, viajado. Não gosta de rotinas e gosta de ser ousado na cama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Tequila:&lt;/strong&gt; Divertido e muito descontraido. Gosta de programas nocturnos e prefere ser o "eterno solteiro". Alinha em qualquer aventura erótica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Caipirinha:&lt;/strong&gt; Homem autêntico, mas não gosta de grandes grupos de pessoas. É reservado e seguro de si. Aprecia o detalhe a todos os níveis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Vinho:&lt;/strong&gt; Aprecia o lado bom da vida. Gosta de charme e é sofisticado. É romantico com parceira.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Água ou Sumo:&lt;/strong&gt; Prefere a simplicidade das coisas e preocupa-se com a saúde e o planeta. Não espere noites loucas de sexo com ele.»&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOOOOOOOOOOOL ... pah, isto é o vicio de comprar a &lt;em&gt;Happy&lt;/em&gt; :) Porque eu sou uma &lt;strong&gt;HAPPY WOMAN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9133288632936071673-8595589748030356566?l=brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com/feeds/8595589748030356566/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com/2010/05/diz-me-o-que-ele-bebe-dir-te-ei-como-e.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133288632936071673/posts/default/8595589748030356566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133288632936071673/posts/default/8595589748030356566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com/2010/05/diz-me-o-que-ele-bebe-dir-te-ei-como-e.html' title='Diz-me o que ele bebe, dir-te-ei como é...'/><author><name>BromBeeRe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04075013182702995305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4h2rpnptKs8/SgjOBqO9IBI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Js02yYYLsUo/S220/DSCN3062.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9133288632936071673.post-7865404015950422053</id><published>2010-05-12T10:55:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T10:58:13.736+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Vó, Eu e Ele</title><content type='html'>Jantar maravilha no Novo Edmundo: CAMARÃO COZIDO, QUEIJO DE NAO SEI DE ONDE,GRELHADA DE PORCO PRETO E PICANHA, E CAFÉ (já não entrava mais nada LOL)&lt;br /&gt;Bingo do Belenenses: FIZ BINGOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E casa fazer ó-ó...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O melhor de tudo, é que a avó ficou felicissima :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JÁ TE DISSE HOJE QUE VOS ADORO MUITO?&lt;br /&gt;NÃO?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ADORO-VOS TANNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNTTOOOOO *.*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9133288632936071673-7865404015950422053?l=brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com/feeds/7865404015950422053/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com/2010/05/vo-eu-e-ele.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133288632936071673/posts/default/7865404015950422053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133288632936071673/posts/default/7865404015950422053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com/2010/05/vo-eu-e-ele.html' title='Vó, Eu e Ele'/><author><name>BromBeeRe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04075013182702995305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4h2rpnptKs8/SgjOBqO9IBI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Js02yYYLsUo/S220/DSCN3062.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9133288632936071673.post-3400477688000843579</id><published>2010-05-10T10:38:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T10:43:38.175+02:00</updated><title type='text'>A ANEDOTA em que se transformou o nosso País</title><content type='html'>-Uma adolescente de 16 anos pode fazer livremente um aborto mas não pode pôr um piercing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Um jovem de 18 anos recebe 200 do Estado para não trabalhar; um idoso recebe de reforma 236 depois de toda uma vida do trabalho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Um marido oferece um anel à sua mulher e tem de declarar a doação ao fisco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-O mesmo fisco penhora indevidamente o salário de um trabalhador e demora 3 anos a corrigir o erro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Nas zonas mais problemáticas das áreas urbanas existe 1 polícia para cada 2000 habitantes; o Governo diz que não precisa de mais polícias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Um professor é sovado por um aluno e o Governo diz que a culpa é das causas sociais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- O café da esquina fechou porque não tinha WC para homens, mulheres e empregados. No Fórum Montijo a WC da Pizza Hut fica a 100mts e não tem local para lavar mãos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- O governo incentiva as pessoas a procurarem energias alternativas ao petróleo e depois multa quem coloca óleo vegetal nos carros porque não paga ISP (Imposto sobre produtos petrolíferos).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Nas prisões é distribuído gratuitamente seringas por causa do HIV, mas é proibido consumir droga nas prisões!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- No exame final de 12º ano és apanhado a copiar chumbas o ano, o&lt;br /&gt;primeiro-ministro fez o exame de inglês técnico em casa e mandou por faxe e é engenheiro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Um jovem de 14 mata um adulto, não tem idade para ir a tribunal. Um jovem de 15 leva um chapada do pai, por ter roubado dinheiro para droga, é violência doméstica!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Uma família a quem a casa ruiu e não tem dinheiro para comprar outra, o estado não tem dinheiro para fazer uma nova, tem de viver conforme podem. 6 presos que mataram e violaram idosos vivem numa sela de 4 e sem wc privado, não estão a viver condignamente e associação de direitos humanos faz queixa ao tribunal europeu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Militares que combateram em África a mando do governo da época na defesa de território nacional não lhes é reconhecido nenhuma causa nem direito de guerra, mas o primeiro-ministro elogia as tropas que estão em defesa da pátria no KOSOVO, AFEGANISTÃO E IRAQUE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Começas a descontar em Janeiro o IRS e só vais receber o excesso em Agosto do ano que vem, não pagas as finanças a tempo e horas passado um dia já estás a pagar juros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Fechas a janela da tua varanda e estas a fazer uma obra ilegal,&lt;br /&gt;constrói-se um bairro de lata e ninguém vê.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Se o teu filho não tem cabeça para a escola e com 14 anos o pões a&lt;br /&gt;trabalhar contigo num oficio respeitável, é exploração do trabalho infantil, se és artista e o teu filho com 7 anos participa em gravações de telenovelas 8 horas por dia ou mais, a criança tem muito talento, sai ao pai ou à mãe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Numa farmácia pagas 0.50€ por uma seringa que se usa para dar um medicamento a uma criança. Se fosse drogado, não pagava nada!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obrigado Portugal . Estamos orgulhosos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E agora?! Sim eu sei, vais voltar a olhar para o teu umbigo e dizer que tudo está bem, ou se disseres que está mal.. que pensas fazer em relação a isto?! ...deixar que os outros resolvam por ti?! Então mereces tudo isto em dobro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mexe-te, grita, mostra a tua indignação e luta, ou em breve poderás ser tu e os teus dentro destas estatísticas e o teu vizinho fará como tu. Olhará para o lado…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9133288632936071673-3400477688000843579?l=brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com/feeds/3400477688000843579/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com/2010/05/anedota-em-que-se-transformou-o-nosso.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133288632936071673/posts/default/3400477688000843579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133288632936071673/posts/default/3400477688000843579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com/2010/05/anedota-em-que-se-transformou-o-nosso.html' title='A ANEDOTA em que se transformou o nosso País'/><author><name>BromBeeRe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04075013182702995305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4h2rpnptKs8/SgjOBqO9IBI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Js02yYYLsUo/S220/DSCN3062.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9133288632936071673.post-6702909198411987719</id><published>2010-05-08T12:59:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T13:44:16.148+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Desafio</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Pelos vistos as pessoas não tem mais que fazer a não ser largar veneno por onde passam...&lt;br /&gt;O que se esquecem é que as pessoas conversam e, há sempre uma altura na vida que se abre o baralho e se começa a virar carta por carta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que descobri?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;algumas pessoas de carácter demasiado baixo...por exemplo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;                 * Mentirosa:&lt;/strong&gt; adj. e s.m. Que engana; que foge à verdade; enganador, ilusório, mendaz; falso.&lt;br /&gt;Que tem o hábito de mentir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;                 * Frustrada/frustrar&lt;/strong&gt; - Med. Malograr; falhar; não obter o resultado esperado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;                 * Maldizente&lt;/strong&gt; - adj. e s.m. Que ou aquele que fala mal dos outros.&lt;br /&gt;Intrigante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;                 * falsa&lt;/strong&gt; - adj. Contrário à verdade: afirmação falsa. / Fingido, simulado; aparente: falsa modéstia. / Falsificado: moeda falsa. / Imitado, p...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;                 * Intrigante&lt;/strong&gt; - adj. e s.m. e s.f. Que ou quem intriga; mexeriqueiro(a): mulher/homem intrigante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;                 * Cínica&lt;/strong&gt; - adj. e s.m. Diz-se de filósofos antigos (como Diógenes) que professavam uma moral ascética e um desdém absoluto das conveniências sociais.&lt;br /&gt;Impudente, inconveniente, descarado: linguagem cínica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;                * Oportunista&lt;/strong&gt; - adj. e s.m. e s.f. Que ou aquele que sabe tirar proveito das circunstâncias de dado momento, em benefício de seus interesses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;                * Traidora&lt;/strong&gt; - adj. e s.m. Que ou quem trai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                           ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt; E podia estar aqui a manhã inteira a descrever esses animais de duas patas, mas tenho mais que fazer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Agradeço-vos imenso pelo jogo de pau de dois bicos versão aldeia ( &lt;strong&gt;Quem conta um ponto, acrescenta mais um ponto&lt;/strong&gt; ) mas Hardcore ( com bastante gravidade ). Foi brutal... :D. Devo acrescentar que as pessoas inteligentes resolvem as coisas! por isso o vosso jogo correu um tanto ou pouco MAL! eheheheheh :D e é essa a minha alegria...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ah! ditado ideal é "&lt;strong&gt;O ultimo a rir, ri-se melhor&lt;/strong&gt;" :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; E como a vida é feita de desafios, eu desafio-vos!!! Através de BLOG, MSN, FACEBOOK, HI5, TLM's, PESSOALMENTE ...&lt;br /&gt;desafio-vos a dizer e a provar quando é que me ouviram a falar mal de alguém!&lt;br /&gt;desafio-vos a dizer tudo aquilo que dizem nas costas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Cá vos espero :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.: se já não tiverem os meus contactos, é uma questão de pedirem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ah!...&lt;strong&gt;E QUE A CARAPUÇA SIRVA A QUEM DE DIREITO! :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;                                  &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;* Bom Fim de Semana *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9133288632936071673-6702909198411987719?l=brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com/feeds/6702909198411987719/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com/2010/05/desafio.html#comment-form' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133288632936071673/posts/default/6702909198411987719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133288632936071673/posts/default/6702909198411987719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com/2010/05/desafio.html' title='Desafio'/><author><name>BromBeeRe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04075013182702995305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4h2rpnptKs8/SgjOBqO9IBI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Js02yYYLsUo/S220/DSCN3062.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9133288632936071673.post-8898912924605094932</id><published>2010-05-08T12:46:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T12:50:32.402+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Muse - Undisclosed Desires</title><content type='html'>I know you suffered&lt;br /&gt;But I don't want you to hide&lt;br /&gt;It's cold and loveless&lt;br /&gt;I won't let you be denied&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soothe me&lt;br /&gt;I'll make you feel pure&lt;br /&gt;Trust me&lt;br /&gt;You can be sure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to reconcile the violence in your heart&lt;br /&gt;I want to recognise your beauty is not just a mask&lt;br /&gt;I want to exorcise the demons from your past&lt;br /&gt;I want to satisfy the undisclosed desires in your&lt;br /&gt;heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You trick your lovers that you're wicked and divine&lt;br /&gt;You may be a sinner&lt;br /&gt;But your innocence is mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please me&lt;br /&gt;Show me how it's done&lt;br /&gt;Tease me&lt;br /&gt;You are the one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to reconcile the violence in your heart&lt;br /&gt;I want to recognise your beauty is not just a mask&lt;br /&gt;I want to exorcise the demons from your past&lt;br /&gt;I want to satisfy the undisclosed desires in your&lt;br /&gt;heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please me&lt;br /&gt;Show me how it's done&lt;br /&gt;Trust me&lt;br /&gt;You are the one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to reconcile the violence in your heart&lt;br /&gt;I want to recognise your beauty is not just a mask&lt;br /&gt;I want to exorcise the demons from your past&lt;br /&gt;I want to satisfy the undisclosed desires in your&lt;br /&gt;heart&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9133288632936071673-8898912924605094932?l=brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R8OOWcsFj0U&amp;feature=related' title='Muse - Undisclosed Desires'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com/feeds/8898912924605094932/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com/2010/05/muse-undisclosed-desires.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133288632936071673/posts/default/8898912924605094932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133288632936071673/posts/default/8898912924605094932'/><link 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value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/efIv8z6byKc&amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&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/9133288632936071673-2103884496164096808?l=brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com/feeds/2103884496164096808/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com/2010/05/anjo-como-tu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133288632936071673/posts/default/2103884496164096808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9133288632936071673-5963576569644855340?l=brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com/feeds/5963576569644855340/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com/2010/04/de-quinta-segunda-feira.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133288632936071673/posts/default/5963576569644855340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133288632936071673/posts/default/5963576569644855340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com/2010/04/de-quinta-segunda-feira.html' title='de quinta a segunda 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Resolvemos ir beber o nosso copo habitual de fim de semana... e, claro, uma noite diferente de todas as outras ou não fossemos nós as meninas que somos e eles os meninos que são.&lt;br /&gt;Não preciso de contar os promenores, porque realmente não há como faze-lo, mas sempre posso dizer que TEMOS UMAS GRANDES VOZES :D, para a próxima em vez de um concerto, vamos para o Karaoke as 3 e os gajos ficam lá atras a tocar um instrumento qq xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só para ocupar espaço, deixo esta musica =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENJOY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tgUyDhwDFdU&amp;hl=pt_BRfs=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/tgUyDhwDFdU&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&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/9133288632936071673-2636026847962171872?l=brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com/feeds/2636026847962171872/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com/2010/04/6.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133288632936071673/posts/default/2636026847962171872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133288632936071673/posts/default/2636026847962171872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com/2010/04/6.html' title='6...'/><author><name>BromBeeRe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04075013182702995305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4h2rpnptKs8/SgjOBqO9IBI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Js02yYYLsUo/S220/DSCN3062.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9133288632936071673.post-2452493294158205004</id><published>2010-03-24T01:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T01:02:36.850+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dois leões fugiram do Jardim Zoológico.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Na hora da fuga, cada um tomou um&lt;br /&gt;&gt; rumo diferente, para despistar&lt;br /&gt;&gt; os perseguidores.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Um dos leões foi para as matas&lt;br /&gt;&gt; e o outro foi para o&lt;br /&gt;&gt; centro da cidade.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Procuraram os leões por todo&lt;br /&gt;&gt; o lado, mas ninguém os&lt;br /&gt;&gt; encontrou.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Depois de um mês, para surpresa geral,&lt;br /&gt;&gt; o leão que voltou foi justamente&lt;br /&gt;&gt; o que fugira para as matas.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Voltou magro, faminto, alquebrado.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Foi preciso pedir a um deputado&lt;br /&gt;&gt; que arranjasse uma&lt;br /&gt;&gt; vaga no Jardim Zoológico.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Assim, o leão foi&lt;br /&gt;&gt; reconduzido a sua jaula.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Passaram-se oito meses e&lt;br /&gt;&gt; ninguém mais se lembrou do&lt;br /&gt;&gt; leão que fugira para&lt;br /&gt;&gt; o centro da cidade, quando&lt;br /&gt;&gt; um dia, o bicho foi&lt;br /&gt;&gt; recapturado e voltou ao&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Jardim Zoológico gordo,&lt;br /&gt;&gt; sadio, vendendo saúde.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Mal ficaram juntos de novo,&lt;br /&gt;&gt; o leão que fugira para a&lt;br /&gt;&gt; floresta perguntou&lt;br /&gt;&gt; ao colega:&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; - Como é que conseguiste ficar&lt;br /&gt;&gt; na cidade esse tempo&lt;br /&gt;&gt; todo e ainda voltar&lt;br /&gt;&gt; com saúde?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Eu, que fugi para a mata, tive que&lt;br /&gt;&gt; voltar, porque quase não&lt;br /&gt;&gt; encontrava o que c omer ... !!!&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; O outro leão então explicou:&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; - Enchi-me de coragem&lt;br /&gt;&gt; e fui esconder-me numa&lt;br /&gt;&gt; repartição pública.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Cada dia comia um funcionário&lt;br /&gt;&gt; e ninguém dava por falta dele.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; - E por que voltaste então para cá?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Tinham acabado&lt;br /&gt;&gt; os funcionários?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; - Nada disso.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Funcionário público é coisa&lt;br /&gt;&gt; que nunca se acaba.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; É que eu cometi um&lt;br /&gt;&gt; erro gravíssimo.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Tinha comido o diretor&lt;br /&gt;&gt; geral, dois superintendentes,&lt;br /&gt;&gt; cinco adjuntos, três coordenadores,&lt;br /&gt;&gt; dez assessores,&lt;br /&gt;&gt; doze chefes de seção,&lt;br /&gt;&gt; quinze chefes de&lt;br /&gt;&gt; divisão,várias secretárias,&lt;br /&gt;&gt; dezenas de funcionários&lt;br /&gt;&gt; e ninguém deu por falta deles!&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Mas... No dia em que eu comi&lt;br /&gt;&gt; o que servia o&lt;br /&gt;&gt; cafezinho...&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Estraguei tudo!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9133288632936071673-2452493294158205004?l=brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com/feeds/2452493294158205004/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com/2010/03/dois-leoes-fugiram-do-jardim-zoologico.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133288632936071673/posts/default/2452493294158205004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133288632936071673/posts/default/2452493294158205004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;Começando pelas coisas mais pequenas:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;Se pensares na tua casa, começas por pôr todas as fotos das pessoas que gostas, enches de roupa, a cama, a cozinha, a tua casa de banho, o sofá da sala e o grande televisor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;Agora falta-te o resto daquilo que consideras que e o teu dia a dia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;Os amigos amigos, os conhecidos, os colegas de trabalho, e possivelmente a sra da mercearia que é muito simpática...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;Lembras-te que o teu dia a dia também é preenchido de trabalho e resolves colocar também o escritório e tdo aquele ambiente fantástico (ou não) mas que te vai fazer falta, pois é o teu dia a dia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;Entretanto tentas levantar a mochila e não consegues...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;demasiada pesada!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;Então pensas que não tens que carregar tudo isso... não tens que te sobrecarregar com os problemas do mundo e que possivelmente elas te acompanharão todos os dias sem que seja as tuas costas..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;Ou então revoltas-te e resolves partir sozinho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;Começas a viajar e tudo é bonito pois não tens quem te chateie e critique...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;passeias, divertes-te e conheces novas pessoas...ganhas e gastas dinheiro, trabalhas e descansas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;Passam dias, meses e talvez até anos e fazes pausa a tua vida....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;Verificas que a tua familia liga-te todos os dias,...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;os teus amigos verdadeiros preocupam-se com o teu bem estar,...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;e o teu amor pede para voltares.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;Verificas também que os teus colegas de trabalho deixaram de contar as novidades do escritório, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;que o grupo de 300 jantares te deixa de convidar, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;que as 20000 SMS que recebias passam para 20.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;e voltas a pensar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;Estás sozinho no outro lado do mundo e sentes-te acompanhado apenas pelo o desconhecido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;É então que chegas a conclusão que não faz sentido não partilhares esses momentos todos com os avós, os pais, os irmãos que sempre te ensinaram tudo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;Que não faz qualquer sentido não teres a companhia na cama do teu amor,...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;Que a tua vida perde sentido sem aqueles 2 ou 3 amigos que sempre estiveram lá para te apoiar, para te criticar, para te sacudir, para te aplaudir...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;Chegas a conclusão que nada faz sentido sem amares e sem seres amado apesar de estares a viajar pelo mundo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;Nunca pensaste assim?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;Eu já... e achei imensa piada ao filme que vi hoje no cinema.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;NUVENS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;cinco estrelas... se queres promenores, vê o filme*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#339999;"&gt;" A vida é feita de ilusões e desilusões... recheios doces e amargos. Estrelas que brilharam para sempre e aquelas que morrem de um dia para o outro. Apenas tens que acreditar na tua força e que A MELHOR RECORDAÇÃO É Aquela que o SOL reflecte e se deixa brilhar! "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9133288632936071673-9008412624532678497?l=brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com/feeds/9008412624532678497/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com/2010/02/o-saco-de-viagem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133288632936071673/posts/default/9008412624532678497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133288632936071673/posts/default/9008412624532678497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com/2010/02/o-saco-de-viagem.html' title='O SACO DE VIAGEM'/><author><name>BromBeeRe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04075013182702995305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4h2rpnptKs8/SgjOBqO9IBI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Js02yYYLsUo/S220/DSCN3062.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9133288632936071673.post-5032325215830034193</id><published>2010-02-04T01:10:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T01:17:33.957+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4h2rpnptKs8/S2oRjDEX8pI/AAAAAAAAARE/3zwmLLy_x9Y/s1600-h/colorpage10.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 311px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434175194192671378" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4h2rpnptKs8/S2oRjDEX8pI/AAAAAAAAARE/3zwmLLy_x9Y/s400/colorpage10.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Lindos!!!! Obrigada meu amor... =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;p.s.: aqui a tua espera...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;*********************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9133288632936071673-5032325215830034193?l=brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com/feeds/5032325215830034193/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link 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Fica nervosa, é o 20º andar, não há espaço debaixo da cama, não há armários... De repente, ela diz ao amante:&lt;br /&gt;- Querido, fica tranquilo e faz tudo o que eu disser. Fica ali de pé, como se fosses um robot, sem pestanejar.&lt;br /&gt;O marido entra:&lt;br /&gt;- Olá amorzinho! Olha, anteciparam o voo e eu cheguei um dia antes... Mas... quem é esse tipo e que merda está a fazer nu, aí plantado?&lt;br /&gt;A mulher sorri e responde:&lt;br /&gt;- Como me tens abandonado com essas viagens e reuniões, resolvi comprar este 'robot escravo sexual modelo RTSEX-2007'. Vem, aproxima-te... toca-o... Tem pele de verdade; é arrefecido a água; gasta pouco, processador de 256 bites, ligação GPRS à Internet, actualizações automáticas, etc, etc...&lt;br /&gt;- Mas, amor... Havia necessidade disso?&lt;br /&gt;- E o que querias? Que me enrolasse com algum vizinho ou com o porteiro do prédio?&lt;br /&gt;- Ah, está bem... Olha, vamos para a cama - disse ele.&lt;br /&gt;A mulher, que já estava cansada, responde:&lt;br /&gt;- Ai, fofinho, é que... Dói-me a cabeça e além do mais eu estou naqueles dias...&lt;br /&gt;- Que má sorte a minha. Então, porque não vais arranjar qualquer coisa para eu comer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mulher sai do quarto e vai para a cozinha. O marido, que ficou a sós com o suposto 'robot', olhando-o diz:&lt;br /&gt;- Se este invento é bom para a minha mulher, também vai servir para mim. E então, puxa-o pelo braço, atira-o para cima da cama, põe-o de quatro e quando está a ponto de partir para os finalmentes, o robot diz nervosamente e com a voz mais metálica e robótica que consegue:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- 'ERRO! ERRO DE SISTEMA, ENTRADA INCORRECTA! ERRO! ERRO DE SISTEMA, ENTRADA INCORRECTA'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O marido mira-o de alto a baixo, sobe as calças e diz:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Que se lixe a merda do robot moderno. Vou atirá-lo já pela janela fora...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O amante, assustado ao lembrar-se dos 20 andares do prédio, grita com a mesma voz metálica:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- SISTEMA ACTUALIZADO! DOWNLOAD DE SOFTWARE COMPLETO! POR FAVOR, TENTE DE NOVO!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9133288632936071673-4576841001964719593?l=brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com/feeds/4576841001964719593/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com/2010/02/mulher-o-amante-e-o-marido.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133288632936071673/posts/default/4576841001964719593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133288632936071673/posts/default/4576841001964719593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com/2010/02/mulher-o-amante-e-o-marido.html' title='A mulher, o amante e o marido'/><author><name>BromBeeRe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04075013182702995305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4h2rpnptKs8/SgjOBqO9IBI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Js02yYYLsUo/S220/DSCN3062.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9133288632936071673.post-2153985921635991180</id><published>2010-01-22T19:52:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T20:01:12.846+01:00</updated><title type='text'>"3 Amigas Loiras"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;O que tenho eu a dizer da manhã de quinta-feira?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;FOI ASSIM A MODOS QUE BRUTAL!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;já tinha saudades :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obrigada minhas lindas pelo pequeno almoço...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ADORO-VOS*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4h2rpnptKs8/S1n0L-fzwqI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/CKwdWF6iWA4/s1600-h/wEe_3_friends.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#9999ff;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 365px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 226px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429639312363995810" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4h2rpnptKs8/S1n0L-fzwqI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/CKwdWF6iWA4/s400/wEe_3_friends.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#9999ff;"&gt; P.S.: Kami... para a próxima pago eu ()=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9133288632936071673-2153985921635991180?l=brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com/feeds/2153985921635991180/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com/2010/01/3-amigas-loiras.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133288632936071673/posts/default/2153985921635991180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133288632936071673/posts/default/2153985921635991180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com/2010/01/3-amigas-loiras.html' title='&quot;3 Amigas Loiras&quot;'/><author><name>BromBeeRe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04075013182702995305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4h2rpnptKs8/SgjOBqO9IBI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Js02yYYLsUo/S220/DSCN3062.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4h2rpnptKs8/S1n0L-fzwqI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/CKwdWF6iWA4/s72-c/wEe_3_friends.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9133288632936071673.post-7125301193374630927</id><published>2010-01-12T01:23:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T01:52:34.248+01:00</updated><title type='text'>22 aninhos . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4h2rpnptKs8/S0vD4yNY7CI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/Dnp5T5IN6A0/s1600-h/velas.bmp"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 230px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 292px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425645556415917090" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4h2rpnptKs8/S0vD4yNY7CI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/Dnp5T5IN6A0/s320/velas.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt; E assim começa um grande dia... as 00h os presentes dão os parabéns! Algumas mensagens e depois de mais uns copos, rumo a casa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Quando se chega a casa, leva-se mais beijinhos e miminhos e começa a entrega de presentes... [obrigada fofis]... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;dorme-se e acorda-se cedo para a 2ª parte do dia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Cabeleireiro e almoço com a familia eheheh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;epa, foi a loucura . . . ementa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;peixinho no forno com batatas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;perna de peru assada com castanhas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;arroz branco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;salada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;hmmmm... como estava tudo tão maravilhoso *.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;mais presentes, e todos eles fofinhos * thanks again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4h2rpnptKs8/S0vDRqcjZyI/AAAAAAAAAQs/A3wzRDqak24/s1600-h/22_year_old_birthday_cake_magnet-p147546535753640450tmn8_210.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 210px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 210px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425644884317136674" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4h2rpnptKs8/S0vDRqcjZyI/AAAAAAAAAQs/A3wzRDqak24/s320/22_year_old_birthday_cake_magnet-p147546535753640450tmn8_210.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt; E quem diria... já vou a meio do meu primeiro dia com 22 aninhos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Café em belém... stress para estacionar, mas dps foi tranquiloooo ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;uns quantos cigarros fumados até meio, para sermos rápidas e dps, rumo a casa....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;há que iniciar a preparação para estarmos maravilhosas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;e assim foi, mensagens, net, verniz, banho, secado, creme, perfume, e a guerra com os sapatos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;"QUAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIS? QUAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIS?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;entretanto mais um presentinho e tal...thnks :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;LOL mas lá me resolvi! já são 21h30 e já estou atrasada...alias, todos... =\&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;rumo ao D'alma Lounge e foi só rir...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;muito alcool,mais um presente, muita dança, muito beijinho, muitos miminhos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;e o que tenho para vos dizer a todos... presentes e ausentes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4h2rpnptKs8/S0vCUleFDbI/AAAAAAAAAQk/nDucDxgGBR4/s1600-h/IMG_2254.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425643835009338802" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4h2rpnptKs8/S0vCUleFDbI/AAAAAAAAAQk/nDucDxgGBR4/s320/IMG_2254.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MUITISSIMO OBRIGADA =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9133288632936071673-7125301193374630927?l=brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com/feeds/7125301193374630927/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com/2010/01/22-aninhos.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133288632936071673/posts/default/7125301193374630927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133288632936071673/posts/default/7125301193374630927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com/2010/01/22-aninhos.html' title='22 aninhos . . .'/><author><name>BromBeeRe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04075013182702995305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4h2rpnptKs8/SgjOBqO9IBI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Js02yYYLsUo/S220/DSCN3062.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4h2rpnptKs8/S0vD4yNY7CI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/Dnp5T5IN6A0/s72-c/velas.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9133288632936071673.post-132960445096846176</id><published>2010-01-06T01:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T01:30:15.893+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Happy Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SLY7yI1xV-M&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/SLY7yI1xV-M&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;&lt;br /&gt;Será que fazia igual? eheheh *&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9133288632936071673-132960445096846176?l=brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com/feeds/132960445096846176/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com/2010/01/oh-happy-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133288632936071673/posts/default/132960445096846176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133288632936071673/posts/default/132960445096846176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com/2010/01/oh-happy-day.html' title='Oh Happy Day'/><author><name>BromBeeRe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04075013182702995305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4h2rpnptKs8/SgjOBqO9IBI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Js02yYYLsUo/S220/DSCN3062.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9133288632936071673.post-6632455724037698548</id><published>2010-01-01T21:16:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T21:18:20.691+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Muita alegria</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4h2rpnptKs8/Sz5YWXIkiiI/AAAAAAAAAQM/BVM2fB6h9Bc/s1600-h/numero-3-a.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; 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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;HAPPY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;NEW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;YEAR &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;O que é que eu tenho a dizer desta entrada?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;completamente diferente do ano passado...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;muita alegria;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;muito alcool;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;muita música;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;e muita risota...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Realmente, não foi como se combinou,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;mas foi excelente :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;obrigada a todos (Tutti, Hugo, Pedro, Gonçalo...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421869595588069938" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4h2rpnptKs8/Sz5Zq7-EijI/AAAAAAAAAQc/YOKy8XdZL1E/s320/IMG_2226.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Ao resto dos meus amores...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;desejo-vos um excelente 2010 !!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/9133288632936071673-2683205748856359433?l=brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com/feeds/2683205748856359433/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com/2010/01/feliz-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133288632936071673/posts/default/2683205748856359433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133288632936071673/posts/default/2683205748856359433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com/2010/01/feliz-2010.html' title='FELIZ 2010'/><author><name>BromBeeRe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04075013182702995305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4h2rpnptKs8/SgjOBqO9IBI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Js02yYYLsUo/S220/DSCN3062.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4h2rpnptKs8/Sz5Zq7-EijI/AAAAAAAAAQc/YOKy8XdZL1E/s72-c/IMG_2226.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9133288632936071673.post-4083216907727190724</id><published>2009-12-30T16:08:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T16:11:23.572+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Dor de Cabeça</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4h2rpnptKs8/Sztte6c1HaI/AAAAAAAAAP8/VMhQZeqH_5Y/s1600-h/dordecabeca.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; 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Outubro de 2009 :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9133288632936071673-8826122513107116106?l=brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=da177fe669912a7e&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com/feeds/8826122513107116106/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com/2009/12/momentinho-parvo-com-muita-risota.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133288632936071673/posts/default/8826122513107116106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133288632936071673/posts/default/8826122513107116106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com/2009/12/momentinho-parvo-com-muita-risota.html' title='Momentinho parvo com muita risota'/><author><name>BromBeeRe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04075013182702995305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4h2rpnptKs8/SgjOBqO9IBI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Js02yYYLsUo/S220/DSCN3062.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9133288632936071673.post-212441797218651673</id><published>2009-12-21T03:30:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T03:33:51.549+01:00</updated><title type='text'>my christmas present</title><content type='html'>Coisa que mais me irrita é o Natal...&lt;br /&gt;Mas este natal é diferente...&lt;br /&gt;Para além dos meus amigos estarem comigo, tenho mais qualquer coisa que me faz bem.&lt;br /&gt;é o mes em que gastam imenso dinheiro e não passa disso...&lt;br /&gt;para mim, este natal bastam.me voces...e tu *.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4h2rpnptKs8/Sy7d4eNQesI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/-O5NVwmzP9g/s1600-h/xtmas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 286px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417511364024367810" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4h2rpnptKs8/Sy7d4eNQesI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/-O5NVwmzP9g/s400/xtmas.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Obrigada*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9133288632936071673-212441797218651673?l=brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com/feeds/212441797218651673/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-christmas-present.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133288632936071673/posts/default/212441797218651673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133288632936071673/posts/default/212441797218651673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-christmas-present.html' title='my christmas present'/><author><name>BromBeeRe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04075013182702995305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4h2rpnptKs8/SgjOBqO9IBI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Js02yYYLsUo/S220/DSCN3062.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4h2rpnptKs8/Sy7d4eNQesI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/-O5NVwmzP9g/s72-c/xtmas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9133288632936071673.post-7425583924477384181</id><published>2009-12-18T03:12:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T18:11:56.164+02:00</updated><title type='text'>hallo?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4h2rpnptKs8/SyrlKnaZUiI/AAAAAAAAAPI/5Mv1wPJjfSo/s1600-h/barbie2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 219px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416393472407589410" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4h2rpnptKs8/SyrlKnaZUiI/AAAAAAAAAPI/5Mv1wPJjfSo/s320/barbie2.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque em tempos era desconhecido...&lt;br /&gt;Depois passou a ser indispensável...&lt;br /&gt;E agora ninguem vive sem eles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A verdade é que a mim fazem-me falta...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;*As conversas, &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;*Os mimos, &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;*As novidades, &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;*As apoios, &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;*As zangas, &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;*A amizade,&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;*O Amor...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque sem eles não conseguia saber dos meus amores =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9133288632936071673-7425583924477384181?l=brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com/feeds/7425583924477384181/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com/2009/12/hallo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133288632936071673/posts/default/7425583924477384181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133288632936071673/posts/default/7425583924477384181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com/2009/12/hallo.html' title='hallo?!'/><author><name>BromBeeRe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04075013182702995305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4h2rpnptKs8/SgjOBqO9IBI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Js02yYYLsUo/S220/DSCN3062.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4h2rpnptKs8/SyrlKnaZUiI/AAAAAAAAAPI/5Mv1wPJjfSo/s72-c/barbie2.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9133288632936071673.post-3134879696876324056</id><published>2009-12-15T00:59:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T01:04:19.494+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4h2rpnptKs8/SybRoT1bIGI/AAAAAAAAAPA/OfybzgjO9rQ/s1600-h/DSCN3433.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415246092408922210" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4h2rpnptKs8/SybRoT1bIGI/AAAAAAAAAPA/OfybzgjO9rQ/s400/DSCN3433.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#663333;"&gt; Oh minha coisa mais boua :D ... sábado foi o teu dia! e como sempre estavas linda!&lt;br /&gt;Como soube tãoooooo bem abraçar-te :D&lt;br /&gt;Desculpa mais uma vez não ter ficado toda a noite contigo, mas a idade já não perdoa hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;mas está prometido, uma ganda night, um ganda café, e uma sessão enorme de fotos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simplesmente porque...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TE ADORO MUITOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s.: sempre aqui para ti*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9133288632936071673-3134879696876324056?l=brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com/feeds/3134879696876324056/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com/2009/12/oh-minha-coisa-mais-boua-d.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133288632936071673/posts/default/3134879696876324056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133288632936071673/posts/default/3134879696876324056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com/2009/12/oh-minha-coisa-mais-boua-d.html' title=''/><author><name>BromBeeRe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04075013182702995305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4h2rpnptKs8/SgjOBqO9IBI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Js02yYYLsUo/S220/DSCN3062.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4h2rpnptKs8/SybRoT1bIGI/AAAAAAAAAPA/OfybzgjO9rQ/s72-c/DSCN3433.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9133288632936071673.post-5825900561576030931</id><published>2009-12-11T11:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T11:15:58.158+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Aretha Franklin - Respect</title><content type='html'>oo) What you want&lt;br /&gt;(oo) Baby, I got&lt;br /&gt;(oo) What you need&lt;br /&gt;(oo) Do you know I got it?&lt;br /&gt;(oo) All I'm asking&lt;br /&gt;(oo) Is for a little respect when you come home (just a little bit)&lt;br /&gt;Hey baby (just a little bit) when you get home&lt;br /&gt;(just a little bit) mister (just a little bit)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ain't gonna do you wrong while you're gone&lt;br /&gt;Ain't gonna do you wrong (oo) 'cause I don't wanna (oo)&lt;br /&gt;All I'm asking (oo)&lt;br /&gt;Is for a little respect when you come home (just a little bit)&lt;br /&gt;Baby (just a little bit) when you get home (just a little bit)&lt;br /&gt;Yeah (just a little bit)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm about to give you all of my money&lt;br /&gt;And all I'm asking in return, honey&lt;br /&gt;Is to give me my propers&lt;br /&gt;When you get home (just a, just a, just a, just a)&lt;br /&gt;Yeah baby (just a, just a, just a, just a)&lt;br /&gt;When you get home (just a little bit)&lt;br /&gt;Yeah (just a little bit)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------ instrumental break ------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooo, your kisses (oo)&lt;br /&gt;Sweeter than honey (oo)&lt;br /&gt;And guess what? (oo)&lt;br /&gt;So is my money (oo)&lt;br /&gt;All I want you to do (oo) for me&lt;br /&gt;Is give it to me when you get home (re, re, re, re)&lt;br /&gt;Yeah baby (re, re, re, re)&lt;br /&gt;Whip it to me (respect, just a little bit)&lt;br /&gt;When you get home, now (just a little bit)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R-E-S-P-E-C-T&lt;br /&gt;Find out what it means to me&lt;br /&gt;R-E-S-P-E-C-T&lt;br /&gt;Take care, TCB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh (sock it to me, sock it to me,&lt;br /&gt;sock it to me, sock it to me)&lt;br /&gt;A little respect (sock it to me, sock it to me,&lt;br /&gt;sock it to me, sock it to me)&lt;br /&gt;Whoa, babe (just a little bit)&lt;br /&gt;A little respect (just a little bit)&lt;br /&gt;I get tired (just a little bit)&lt;br /&gt;Keep on tryin' (just a little bit)&lt;br /&gt;You're runnin' out of fools' (just a little bit)&lt;br /&gt;And I ain't lyin' (just a little bit)&lt;br /&gt;(re, re, re, re) 'spect&lt;br /&gt;When you come home (re, re, re, re)&lt;br /&gt;Or you might walk in (respect, just a little bit)&lt;br /&gt;And find out I'm gone (just a little bit)&lt;br /&gt;I got to have (just a little bit)&lt;br /&gt;A little respect (just a little bit)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9133288632936071673-5825900561576030931?l=brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com/feeds/5825900561576030931/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com/2009/12/aretha-franklin-respect.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133288632936071673/posts/default/5825900561576030931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133288632936071673/posts/default/5825900561576030931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com/2009/12/aretha-franklin-respect.html' title='Aretha Franklin - Respect'/><author><name>BromBeeRe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04075013182702995305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4h2rpnptKs8/SgjOBqO9IBI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Js02yYYLsUo/S220/DSCN3062.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9133288632936071673.post-8717713799137878552</id><published>2009-12-11T01:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T01:55:12.878+01:00</updated><title type='text'>dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4h2rpnptKs8/SyGYOs-0ieI/AAAAAAAAAO4/MmcBVjzxww0/s1600-h/1891455-2-dreaming.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 293px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413775605436287458" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4h2rpnptKs8/SyGYOs-0ieI/AAAAAAAAAO4/MmcBVjzxww0/s400/1891455-2-dreaming.jpg" /&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/9133288632936071673-8717713799137878552?l=brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com/feeds/8717713799137878552/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com/2009/12/dreams.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133288632936071673/posts/default/8717713799137878552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133288632936071673/posts/default/8717713799137878552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com/2009/12/dreams.html' title='dreams'/><author><name>BromBeeRe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04075013182702995305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4h2rpnptKs8/SgjOBqO9IBI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Js02yYYLsUo/S220/DSCN3062.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4h2rpnptKs8/SyGYOs-0ieI/AAAAAAAAAO4/MmcBVjzxww0/s72-c/1891455-2-dreaming.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9133288632936071673.post-3801576999706017591</id><published>2009-12-10T00:30:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T00:43:29.642+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Lua Nova</title><content type='html'>Já não escrevo a tanto tempo.... seja como for aqui vai mais um pensamento:&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4h2rpnptKs8/SyAz8_j7L5I/AAAAAAAAAOw/_VlLlErhpZY/s1600-h/lua-nova_casal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 258px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413383875046616978" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4h2rpnptKs8/SyAz8_j7L5I/AAAAAAAAAOw/_VlLlErhpZY/s320/lua-nova_casal.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No domingo a noite resolvemos ir para o cinema, depois de um dia inteiro enfiados na cama a dormir e nos miminhos. Como pedido, fomos ver LUA NOVA. Cinema económico e um belo jantar (aquela maminha era demais ... hmmmm).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resultado do filme:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opa ... fiquei um quanto desiludida. =S&lt;br /&gt;Devia ter sido melhor aproveitado os momentos, as cenas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviamente que me derreti imenso com as cenas fofinhas destes dois... mas pontos. ESPERAVA MUITO MAIS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seja como for, lembro.me perfeitamente de ter visto milhares de vezes o Crepusculo com ela e a babarmos.nos e sonhar com o nosso romance... Desejamos tanto este filme e falamos em ve-lo juntas... mas não faz mal =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apesar de tudo, estarás sempre no meu pensamento!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.: Apesar da desilusão, espero o próximo eheheheheh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9133288632936071673-3801576999706017591?l=brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com/feeds/3801576999706017591/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com/2009/12/lua-nova.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133288632936071673/posts/default/3801576999706017591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/N9HHkggVGQE&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/N9HHkggVGQE&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;Musica lindissima *.*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9133288632936071673-779448366359558726?l=brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com/feeds/779448366359558726/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;teste&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9133288632936071673-2049755171991914462?l=brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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dois!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e que belissimos ...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Parabéns!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4h2rpnptKs8/SgjOBqO9IBI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Js02yYYLsUo/S220/DSCN3062.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4h2rpnptKs8/SxXVcMzDAcI/AAAAAAAAAOo/Elwn-OBci-Q/s72-c/051118_bolo2anos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9133288632936071673.post-4219220142435536374</id><published>2009-11-29T03:47:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T03:51:22.692+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Parabéns cara linda</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Desapareceste por completo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Só sei de desculpas, umas mais estranhas que outras...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;mas isso hoje não interessa minha querida!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Hoje é teu dia, por isso temos que felicitar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Parabens minha querida Juh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Estarás sempre aqui no coração... mesmo eu estando longe de ti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Estás melhor assim, sem mim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;o Teu dia irá ser especial como todos os outros...ou talvez até mais!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Conta muitos e muitos anos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;FELICIDADES My LITTLE PINK STAR =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9133288632936071673-4219220142435536374?l=brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com/feeds/4219220142435536374/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4h2rpnptKs8/SgjOBqO9IBI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Js02yYYLsUo/S220/DSCN3062.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9133288632936071673.post-5921395405852822190</id><published>2009-11-27T00:57:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T00:57:58.021+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hoje queria ter algo para escrever aqui...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MAS simplesmente não tenho nada para dizer.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405620231674857986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinto-me uma criança outra vez ... Porque sou felizzzzzzzzzzzzz :D porque me fazes sentir aquilo que nunca senti, desejar aquilo que nunca desejei, pensar como nunca quis pensar ...&lt;br /&gt;Porque contigo, nada me assusta. Eu sei que estás sempre lá para me defender,para me proteger.&lt;br /&gt;Sinto-me uma criança novamente... porque vivo num mundo com estrelinhas e magia mas que sei que é real :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9133288632936071673-1058722319716277960?l=brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com/feeds/1058722319716277960/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com/2009/11/um-beijo-de-crianca.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133288632936071673/posts/default/1058722319716277960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133288632936071673/posts/default/1058722319716277960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com/2009/11/um-beijo-de-crianca.html' title='Um beijo de criança'/><author><name>BromBeeRe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04075013182702995305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4h2rpnptKs8/SgjOBqO9IBI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Js02yYYLsUo/S220/DSCN3062.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4h2rpnptKs8/SwSe9eOlCgI/AAAAAAAAAOg/qQbV-EpFmtI/s72-c/36368.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9133288632936071673.post-7107478941025194773</id><published>2009-11-15T01:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T01:47:04.777+01:00</updated><title type='text'>SÓ MESMO UMA MULHER PARA COMPREENDER ;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;b style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;*Por que é que as mulheres demoram tanto tempo quando vão à casa de &lt;span&gt;banho?*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O grande segredo de todas as mulheres a respeito da casa de banho é que, quando eras pequenina, a tua mamã levava-te à casa de banho, ensinava-te a limpar o tampo da sanita com papel higiénico e depois punha tiras de papel cuidadosamente no perímetro da sanita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finalmente instruía-te: "nunca, nunca te sentes numa casa de banho pública!"&lt;br /&gt;E depois ensinava-te a "posição", que consiste em balançar-te sobre a sanita numa posição de sentar-se sem que o teu corpo tenha contacto com o tampo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A Posição" é uma das primeiras lições de vida de uma menina, importante e necessária, que nos acompanha para o resto da vida. Mas ainda hoje, nos nossos anos de maioridade, "a posição" é dolorosamente difícil de manter, sobretudo quando a tua bexiga está quase a rebentar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando *TENS* de ir a uma casa de banho pública, encontras uma fila enorme de mulheres que até parece que o Brad Pitt está lá dentro. Por isso, resignas-te a esperar, sorrindo amavelmente para as outras mulheres que também cruzam as pernas e os braços, discretamente, na posição oficial de "tou aqui, tou-me a mijar!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finalmente é a tua vez! E chega a típica "mãe com a menina que não aguenta mais" (a minha filhota já não aguenta mais, desculpe, vou passar à frente, que pena!). Então verificas por baixo de cada cubículo para ver se não há pernas. Estão todos ocupados.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finalmente, abre-se um e lanças-te lá para dentro, quase derrubando a pessoa que ainda está a sair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entras e vês que a fechadura está estragada (está sempre!); não importa...&lt;br /&gt;Penduras a mala no gancho que há na porta... QUAAAAAL? Nunca há &lt;span&gt;gancho!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inspeccionas a zona, o chão está cheio de líquidos indefinidos e fétidos, e não te atreves a pousá-la lá, por isso penduras a mala no pescoço enquanto vês como balança debaixo de ti, sem contar que a alça te desarticula o pescoço, porque a mala está cheia de coisinhas que foste metendo lá para dentro, durante 5 meses seguidos, e a maioria das quais não usas, mas que&lt;br /&gt; tens no caso de...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas, voltando à porta... como não tinha fechadura, a única opção é segurá-la com uma mão, enquanto com a outra baixas as calças num instante e pões-te "na posição"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAAAHHHHHH... finalmente, que alívio... mas é aí que as tuas coxas começam a tremer... porque nisto tudo já estás suspensa no ar há dois minutos, com as pernas flexionadas, as cuecas a cortarem-te a circulação das coxas, um braço estendido a fazer força na porta e uma mala de 5 quilos a cortar-te o pescoço!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gostarias de te sentar, mas não tiveste tempo para limpar a sanita nem a tapaste com papel; interiormente achas que não iria acontecer nada, mas a voz da tua mãe faz eco na tua cabeça *"nunca te sentes numa sanita pública"*, e então ficas na "posição de aguiazinha", com as pernas a tremer... e por uma falha no cálculo de distâncias, um finííííssimo fio do jacto salpica-te e molha-te até às &lt;span&gt;meias!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com sorte não molhas os sapatos... é que adoptar "a posição" requer uma grande concentração e perícia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para distanciar a tua mente dessa desgraça, procuras o rolo de papel higiénico, maaaaaaaaaaas não hááááá!!! O suporte está vazio!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então rezas aos céus para que, entre os 5 quilos de bugigangas que tens na mala, pendurada ao pescoço, haja um miserável lenço de papel... mas para procurar na tua mala tens de soltar a porta..&lt;span&gt;. ?&lt;/span&gt;??? Duvidas um momento, mas não tens outro remédio. E quando soltas a porta, alguém a empurra, dá-te uma traulitada na cabeça que te deixa meio desorientada mas rapidamente tens de travá-la com um movimento rápido e brusco enquanto gritas&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span&gt;OCUPAAAAAADOOOOOOOOO!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E assim toda a gente que está à espera ouve a tua mensagem e já podes soltar a porta sem medo, ninguém vai tentar abri-la de novo (nisso as mulheres têm muito respeito umas pelas outras).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Encontras o lenço de &lt;span&gt;papel!!&lt;/span&gt; Está todo enrugado, tipo um rolinho, mas não importa, fazes tudo para esticá-lo; finalmente consegues e limpas-te. Mas o lenço está tão velho e usado que já não absorve e molhas a mão toda; ou seja, valeu-te de muito o esforço de desenrugar o maldito lenço só com uma mão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouves algures a voz de outra velha nas mesmas circunstâncias que &lt;span&gt;tu&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;span&gt;alguém &lt;/span&gt;tem um pedacinho de papel a mais?" Parva! Idiota!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sem contar com o galo da marrada da porta, o linchamento da alça da mala, o suor que te corre pela testa, a mão a escorrer, a lembrança da tua mãe que estaria envergonhadíssima se te visse assim... porque ela nunca tocou numa sanita pública, porque, francamente, tu não sabes que doenças podes apanhar&lt;br /&gt; ali, que até podes ficar grávida (&lt;span&gt;lembram-se??&lt;/span&gt;).... Estás exausta! Quando páras já não &lt;span&gt;sentes&lt;/span&gt; as pernas, arranjas-te rapidíssimo e puxas o autoclismo a fazer malabarismos com um pé, muito importante!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois lá vais pró lavatório. Está tudo cheio de água (ou xixi? lembras-te do lenço de papel...), então não podes soltar a mala nem durante um segundo, pendura-la no teu ombro; não sabes como é que funciona a torneira com os&lt;br /&gt;sensores automáticos, então tocas até te sair um jactozito de água fresca (que normalmente consegue molhar a tua camisola com alguns respingos), e na ânsia de quereres lavar a mão procuras desesperadamente o sabão e se tiveres um bocadinho (grande) de sorte, consegues sabão, lavas-te numa posição do corcunda de Notre Dame para a mala não resvalar e ficar debaixo da água.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nem sequer usas o secador, é uma porcaria inútil, pelo que no fim secas as mãos nas tuas calças &lt;span&gt;-&lt;/span&gt; porque não vais gastar um lenço de papel para isso - e sais...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nesse momento vês o teu namorado, ou marido, que entrou e saiu da casa de banho dos homens e ainda teve tempo para ler um livro de Jorge Luís Borges enquanto te esperava.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mas por que é que demoraste tanto?" - pergunta-te o idiota.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Havia uma fila enorme" - limitas-te a dizer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E é esta a razão pela qual as mulheres vão em grupo à casa de banho, por solidariedade: uma segura-te na mala e no casaco, a outra na porta e a outra passa-te o lenço de papel debaixo da porta, e assim é muito mais fácil e rápido, pois só tens de te concentrar em manter "a posição" e *a dignidade*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Obrigada a todas por me terem acompanhado alguma vez à casa de banho e servir de cabide ou de agarra-portas! Passa isto aos desgraçados dos homens que sempre perguntam "querida, por que motivo demoraste tanto tempo na casa&lt;br /&gt; de banho?"&lt;span&gt; ....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;IDIOTAS!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9133288632936071673-7107478941025194773?l=brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com/feeds/7107478941025194773/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com/2009/11/so-mesmo-uma-mulher-para-compreender.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que bonito... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;estás aqui ao meu lado, de olhos fechados...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que pacifico que estás! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Como é possivel?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Como tudo isto se tornou possivel?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não quero saber...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;É optimo ver-te feliz!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;É optimo sentir-me tão feliz...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Os teus beijos continuam doces como o primeiro...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Os momentos juntos, cada vez mais saboros.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Os Abraços, Os olhares... o teu olhar!...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;oh!... como és lindo a dormir.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ihihih pareço uma parva a olhar para ti,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas não interessa...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Estou bem assim!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E agora estás mais junto a mim...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;sinto o teu calor, ...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que posso eu dizer mais?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;que parece que estas a ter um sonho no mundo encantado?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tu estás a sorrir ...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;e eu sorrio contigo, meu amor...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Os meus olhos estão a cerrar...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não, Não quero!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quero continuar a olhar para ti.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sinto-me tão tranquila...é simplesmente lindo o teu modo de dormir.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não saias daqui,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não quero que amanheca já ou depois...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;quero continuar assim, a olhar para ti!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"olá ..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Olhas-te para mim...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hmmm... como é tão bom ter-te por aqui.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não te vou deixar ir embora agora, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;vou ficar contigo mais um pouco...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;por favor não vás, fica comigo esta noite...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sê os meus lençois esta noite,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;cobre-me com o teu abraço...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vamos fechar os olhos e esperar que chegue a próxima noite.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9133288632936071673-8036370403174533569?l=brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com/feeds/8036370403174533569/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com/2009/11/esta-noite.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133288632936071673/posts/default/8036370403174533569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133288632936071673/posts/default/8036370403174533569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com/2009/11/esta-noite.html' title='Esta noite...'/><author><name>BromBeeRe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04075013182702995305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4h2rpnptKs8/SgjOBqO9IBI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Js02yYYLsUo/S220/DSCN3062.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9133288632936071673.post-9011141975632712192</id><published>2009-11-04T04:23:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T04:26:31.363+01:00</updated><title type='text'>PLACEBO - BLIND *.*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Esta musica é lindaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa :D e já a tenho a não sei quanto tempo, sem saber que era a musica que tanto procurava! fogo *.* ... Estou no auge :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could tear you from this ceiling&lt;br /&gt;And guaranteed a source divine&lt;br /&gt;Rid you of possession fleeting&lt;br /&gt;Remain your funny valentine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't go and leave me&lt;br /&gt;And please don't drive me blind&lt;br /&gt;Don't go and leave me&lt;br /&gt;And please don't drive me blind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could tear your from the ceiling&lt;br /&gt;I know best have tried&lt;br /&gt;I'd fill your every breath with meaning&lt;br /&gt;And find a place we both could hide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't go and leave me&lt;br /&gt;And please don't drive me blind&lt;br /&gt;Don't go and leave me&lt;br /&gt;And please don't drive me blind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't believe me&lt;br /&gt;But you do this every time&lt;br /&gt;Please don't drive me blind&lt;br /&gt;Please don't drive me blind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you're broken&lt;br /&gt;I know you're broken&lt;br /&gt;I know you're broken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could tear you from the ceiling&lt;br /&gt;I'd freeze us both in time&lt;br /&gt;And find a brand new way of seeing&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes forever glued to mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't go and leave me&lt;br /&gt;And please don't drive me blind&lt;br /&gt;Don't go and leave me&lt;br /&gt;And please don't drive me blind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don't drive me blind&lt;br /&gt;Please don't drive me blind&lt;br /&gt;Please don't drive me blind&lt;br /&gt;Please don't drive me blind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you're broken&lt;br /&gt;I know you're broken&lt;br /&gt;I know you're broken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9133288632936071673-9011141975632712192?l=brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com/feeds/9011141975632712192/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com/2009/11/placebo-blind.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133288632936071673/posts/default/9011141975632712192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133288632936071673/posts/default/9011141975632712192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com/2009/11/placebo-blind.html' title='PLACEBO - BLIND *.*'/><author><name>BromBeeRe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04075013182702995305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4h2rpnptKs8/SgjOBqO9IBI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Js02yYYLsUo/S220/DSCN3062.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9133288632936071673.post-6258980628102534186</id><published>2009-11-03T02:35:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T02:37:18.817+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;epa... já passa da meia noite... já tenho que dizer parabens!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;apesar de ter posto de parte na minha vida, não significa que me tenha esquecido dos belos anos que passamos juntas nem o teu dia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Felicidades miuda =) , Felicidades ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9133288632936071673-6258980628102534186?l=brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com/feeds/6258980628102534186/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com/2009/11/epa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133288632936071673/posts/default/6258980628102534186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133288632936071673/posts/default/6258980628102534186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com/2009/11/epa.html' title=''/><author><name>BromBeeRe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04075013182702995305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4h2rpnptKs8/SgjOBqO9IBI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Js02yYYLsUo/S220/DSCN3062.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9133288632936071673.post-5621174058946423772</id><published>2009-11-02T04:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T04:11:41.133+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Há coisas fantasticas :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4h2rpnptKs8/Su5N0Z_FxFI/AAAAAAAAAOY/MPHoeofFycI/s1600-h/bolo%2520de%25201%2520ano.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 307px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 350px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399338565987845202" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4h2rpnptKs8/Su5N0Z_FxFI/AAAAAAAAAOY/MPHoeofFycI/s400/bolo%2520de%25201%2520ano.jpg" /&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/9133288632936071673-5621174058946423772?l=brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com/feeds/5621174058946423772/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com/2009/11/ha-coisas-fantasticas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133288632936071673/posts/default/5621174058946423772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133288632936071673/posts/default/5621174058946423772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com/2009/11/ha-coisas-fantasticas.html' title='Há coisas fantasticas :)'/><author><name>BromBeeRe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04075013182702995305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4h2rpnptKs8/SgjOBqO9IBI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Js02yYYLsUo/S220/DSCN3062.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4h2rpnptKs8/Su5N0Z_FxFI/AAAAAAAAAOY/MPHoeofFycI/s72-c/bolo%2520de%25201%2520ano.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9133288632936071673.post-8684613568024891308</id><published>2009-11-02T02:54:00.013+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T04:06:27.743+01:00</updated><title type='text'>. : * HalloWeeN * : .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4h2rpnptKs8/Su48g0m0v6I/AAAAAAAAANQ/qjApY6EyuFc/s1600-h/halloween-1462.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399319537838768034" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4h2rpnptKs8/Su48g0m0v6I/AAAAAAAAANQ/qjApY6EyuFc/s320/halloween-1462.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;WELCOME TO THE WORST NIGHT IN YOUR LIFES ... THIS IS THE HALLOWEEN !!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330033;"&gt;lo0o0o0o0ol obviamente que nãooooo :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330033;"&gt;Ainda me lembro há mais de um mês atras quando se falou da Noite de bruxas... "ah e tal, vamos mascarar... " " Vamos sair..." "vamos curtir a grande e tal..." e nem mais, saiu cada um da sua casa (Excepto a minha querida), e comecou uma grande noite de HALLOWEEN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330033;"&gt;Tudo comecou na noite de sexta feira... noite calma em que resolvemos fazer algo soft. Apanharam-me no work, apanhamos a tutti e ai fomos os 4 ouvir musica ao vivo e beber umas belas jolas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330033;"&gt;"ah e tal porque me apetece cantar..." e o que o pessoal respondeu?! ok, vamos lá ouvir a Nora a cantar :D. Quer dizer, nesta altura, jápodemos dizer que o chefinho também queria ... o Grande dueto "with arms widw open" nunca visto em parte alguma do pais. Não posso deixar de frisar que a Tutti bebeu mais 4 imperiais... TAL ERA A SECA POR AQUELES MONTES ihihihihih. e acabamos por ir descansar um pouco no palacete :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330033;"&gt;ok, são 7h ... vamos embora. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330033;"&gt;Acorda-se em cima da hora, e foi pegar no carro e ter com a tutti para irmos para a tortura :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330033;"&gt;Ao fim de umas quantas horas, fui para casa e esperei o big Man para iniciarmos a noite brutal! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330033;"&gt;Saimos de minha casa, rumo a casa do chefinho... apesar do acidente na IC22, apanhamo.lo a boas horas para ir as compras. Estivemos indecisos... que haviamos de levar para beber e para sobremesa. e a nossa lista de compras foi:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330033;"&gt;Duas garrafas de Rosé&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4h2rpnptKs8/Su5EJg2IoAI/AAAAAAAAANw/2wv8-Yy5lhk/s1600-h/bolanhesa.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399327933490307074" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4h2rpnptKs8/Su5EJg2IoAI/AAAAAAAAANw/2wv8-Yy5lhk/s320/bolanhesa.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330033;"&gt;Uma embalagem de minis SuperBock (24 meninos?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330033;"&gt;Uma garrafa de groselha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330033;"&gt;800gramas de carne picada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330033;"&gt;700gramas de camarão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330033;"&gt;Gelado Stracciatella&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330033;"&gt;Limão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330033;"&gt;                                            ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330033;"&gt;Rumo ao nosso spot [nisto já passa das 21h] e nós senhoras cozinhamos o belo do jantar e do petisco: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330033;"&gt;Esparguette à Bolonhesa e Camarão frito :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 216px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399328754443284834" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4h2rpnptKs8/Su5E5TIk8WI/AAAAAAAAAOA/DV91bRTjTeY/s320/ice-cream-stracciatella_~01165CS-U.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330033;"&gt;...a saborear uma boa sobremesa, uns cigarrinhos e aterrar no sofá. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330033;"&gt;Como obvio ninguem mais se levantou a não ser para beber! a Marie Adorou todos os momentos lo0o0o0ol e não descolou. Adormecemos e como obvio ficamos na ronha o dia todo de hoje.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330033;"&gt;Foi almoçar, e voltar para o sofá... rir ou dormir novamente. beber mais umas minis e tal e pontos....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4h2rpnptKs8/Su5GpeFAy0I/AAAAAAAAAOI/N7_S_xF0gaM/s1600-h/IMG_1955.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399330681526471490" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4h2rpnptKs8/Su5GpeFAy0I/AAAAAAAAAOI/N7_S_xF0gaM/s320/IMG_1955.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330033;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330033;"&gt;Resumindo e concluindo: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330033;"&gt;não apareci nos idolos este fim de semana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330033;"&gt;não fizemos puto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330033;"&gt;olhamos para o relógio e já era 00h, segunda feira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330033;"&gt;Seja como for, o fim de semana foi mais um daqueles &lt;strong&gt;EXCELENTES&lt;/strong&gt;! Obrigada meus amores... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330033;"&gt;E como o outro disse, fica mesmo como nota final, ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330033;"&gt;" o próximo a arranjar casa tem que ter dois quartos ... porque sempre que passamos o fim de semana juntos, ficamos enfiados em casa que nem desalmados! "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330033;"&gt;Agrada-me a ideia :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Halloween * * * * *&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 325px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 289px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399331721288851074" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4h2rpnptKs8/Su5Hl_frnoI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/yXGOsGBQeLE/s320/halloween.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9133288632936071673-8684613568024891308?l=brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9133288632936071673-2580304202744900119?l=brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com/feeds/2580304202744900119/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com/2009/10/alfabeto-da-amizade.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133288632936071673/posts/default/2580304202744900119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133288632936071673/posts/default/2580304202744900119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com/2009/10/alfabeto-da-amizade.html' title='Alfabeto da Amizade'/><author><name>BromBeeRe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04075013182702995305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4h2rpnptKs8/SgjOBqO9IBI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Js02yYYLsUo/S220/DSCN3062.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9133288632936071673.post-8297512027302322924</id><published>2009-10-31T19:04:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T04:28:12.496+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Love is a Battlefield</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;xiiii .. loucura! não se já viram o filme " 13 going to 30 " ... mas seja como for, devem já ter ouvido (alguma vez na vida) esta musica que é assim uma coisa linda xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WE ARE YOUNGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;heartache to heartache we stand&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No promises, no demands&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love Is A Battlefield&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WE ARE STROOOOOOOOOOOOOOONNNGGGG&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;no one can tell us we're wrong&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Searchin' our hearts for so long,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;both of us knowing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love Is A Battlefield&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;:D por isso, hoje partilho convosco mais uma eleita do meu coração :D enjoy &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9133288632936071673-8297512027302322924?l=brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CjY_uSSncQw' title='Love is a Battlefield'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com/feeds/8297512027302322924/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com/2009/10/love-is-battlefield.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133288632936071673/posts/default/8297512027302322924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133288632936071673/posts/default/8297512027302322924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com/2009/10/love-is-battlefield.html' title='Love is a Battlefield'/><author><name>BromBeeRe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04075013182702995305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4h2rpnptKs8/SgjOBqO9IBI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Js02yYYLsUo/S220/DSCN3062.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9133288632936071673.post-71477845827823866</id><published>2009-10-27T03:18:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T03:22:02.916+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Finalmente!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;FINALMENTE ALTA! foi preciso um mes e onze dias para eu ficar operacional...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;foi preciso um mes de fisioterapia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;tres caixas de medicamentos... viva a dependencia!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;foi preciso Rx e Eco's e eu sempre a queixar.me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;foi preciso a fisiatra dar atencao a dor de costas para FINALMENTE estar ok, e já receber alta!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;finalmente... finalmente!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;apesar de tudo, tenho q ter cuidado na mesma...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;mas posso dizer que Hoje estou feliz =) vou voltar a trabalhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; IUPIIIIIIIIIIIII :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9133288632936071673-71477845827823866?l=brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com/feeds/71477845827823866/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4h2rpnptKs8/SgjOBqO9IBI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Js02yYYLsUo/S220/DSCN3062.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9133288632936071673.post-5823473751647057722</id><published>2009-10-25T23:29:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T00:40:57.879+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sábado</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4h2rpnptKs8/SuTaL8HYcpI/AAAAAAAAANA/STt55sLsLaM/s1600-h/25102009061.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396678152147202706" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4h2rpnptKs8/SuTaL8HYcpI/AAAAAAAAANA/STt55sLsLaM/s400/25102009061.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt; Mais uma noite porreira... apesar dos stresses, gostei da noite!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;Beijão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9133288632936071673-5823473751647057722?l=brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com/feeds/5823473751647057722/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com/2009/10/sabado.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133288632936071673/posts/default/5823473751647057722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133288632936071673/posts/default/5823473751647057722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com/2009/10/sabado.html' title='Sábado'/><author><name>BromBeeRe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04075013182702995305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4h2rpnptKs8/SgjOBqO9IBI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Js02yYYLsUo/S220/DSCN3062.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4h2rpnptKs8/SuTaL8HYcpI/AAAAAAAAANA/STt55sLsLaM/s72-c/25102009061.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9133288632936071673.post-4658558360502119728</id><published>2009-10-24T17:23:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T17:32:15.039+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Obrigada</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Obrigada meu querido por todos os momentos contigo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Obrigada pelas palavras sempre amigas, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Pelo ombro,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Pelo o apoio... pela preocupação.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Tudo isso é importante, tu és importante...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Acima de tudo, Está a Amizade :D*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;ADORO-TE MUIDO!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9133288632936071673-4658558360502119728?l=brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com/feeds/4658558360502119728/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com/2009/10/obrigada.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133288632936071673/posts/default/4658558360502119728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133288632936071673/posts/default/4658558360502119728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com/2009/10/obrigada.html' title='Obrigada'/><author><name>BromBeeRe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04075013182702995305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4h2rpnptKs8/SgjOBqO9IBI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Js02yYYLsUo/S220/DSCN3062.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9133288632936071673.post-4723226924970974783</id><published>2009-10-24T17:14:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T17:21:32.638+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Friendship</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4h2rpnptKs8/SuMa8q0J3bI/AAAAAAAAAM4/WYkuJJRNYrg/s1600-h/friendship.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TENHO IMENSAS SAUDADES TUAS . . . não há dia que não pense em ti&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 356px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396186408107498930" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4h2rpnptKs8/SuMa8q0J3bI/AAAAAAAAAM4/WYkuJJRNYrg/s400/friendship.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9133288632936071673-4723226924970974783?l=brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4h2rpnptKs8/SgjOBqO9IBI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Js02yYYLsUo/S220/DSCN3062.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4h2rpnptKs8/SuMa8q0J3bI/AAAAAAAAAM4/WYkuJJRNYrg/s72-c/friendship.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9133288632936071673.post-6531401151028729920</id><published>2009-10-24T16:44:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T17:12:27.088+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Figuras minhas =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#336666;"&gt;Eu hoje não sabia o que havia de adicionar, ... visto que ontem tivemos um momento brutal e que é impossivel esquecer. LOL . Mas eu acho que se adicionar o video, o Man mata-me ihihihih e como gosto dele não posso permitir tal coisa, isto de cometer um crime é muito cumplicado :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#336666;"&gt;Então resolvi adicionar algo do verão ... um belo festival: SUMOL FESTIVAL AT ERICEIRA =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#336666;"&gt;Foi brutal como já foi mensionado na altura! Então, ao ver os meus videos, reparei na beleza do filme que está a seguir LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-2c181e1b9da69d9" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D02c181e1b9da69d9%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331895464%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D53A456FD017CC4752AB488DCD790A61B63CA1A58.19AECBFD6E732A083EC151854E3C1F7E27E9BDBD%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2c181e1b9da69d9%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Du0LwQFPma74AmDgtaJpwh3J5PXs&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D02c181e1b9da69d9%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331895464%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D53A456FD017CC4752AB488DCD790A61B63CA1A58.19AECBFD6E732A083EC151854E3C1F7E27E9BDBD%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2c181e1b9da69d9%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Du0LwQFPma74AmDgtaJpwh3J5PXs&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#336666;"&gt;LOL pois claro... nem chegava ao cimo xD mas achei piada ele a dizer que devia por as maos lá em cima que assim não caia LOL xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#336666;"&gt;E aquela croma que estava sempre ali a frente.. tipo ?! sem problemas, eu divido o meu momento de fama ctg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#336666;"&gt;entretanto a tarde continuou...andamos todos lá na brincadeira e encontramos.nos com os nossos amigos do norte CARAGO e foi a loucura! Não iamos meter nada daquelas coisas no organismo e foi o que não faltou... ganda bubaaaaa lo0o0o0o0o0ol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#336666;"&gt;Seja como for, mais a noite vltei a fazer SURF :D e é agora que voces pensam... " a Nora faz SURF?! "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#336666;"&gt;Devo-vos dizer que existe umas ondas muito fixes na Ericeira... as quais passo a mostrar :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-27121e9f0c304727" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v10.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D27121e9f0c304727%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331895464%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5B62A646A194350A18D6D4B9A062A978AC048BAF.5FF80A408634CFE703C579A8D8073E8F428BFDE9%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D27121e9f0c304727%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DFavZdCDujDmWBjArYHsZeCixAcQ&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v10.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D27121e9f0c304727%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331895464%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5B62A646A194350A18D6D4B9A062A978AC048BAF.5FF80A408634CFE703C579A8D8073E8F428BFDE9%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D27121e9f0c304727%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DFavZdCDujDmWBjArYHsZeCixAcQ&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#336666;"&gt;AHAHAHAH ... obviamente que era brincadeirinha :$ um dia destes quem sabe, me atire a bela da onda sob uma prancha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#336666;"&gt;Momentos de risota, mascarada a rapper e tal xD um verdadeiro Idolo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#336666;"&gt;Em relação ao outro video, vou ter que analisar a situação... :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#336666;"&gt;* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9133288632936071673-6531401151028729920?l=brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=27121e9f0c304727&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=2c181e1b9da69d9&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=f7a11191f394af28&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com/feeds/6531401151028729920/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com/2009/10/figuras-minhas.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133288632936071673/posts/default/6531401151028729920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9133288632936071673/posts/default/6531401151028729920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brombeere-e-none.blogspot.com/2009/10/figuras-minhas.html' title='Figuras minhas =)'/><author><name>BromBeeRe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04075013182702995305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4h2rpnptKs8/SgjOBqO9IBI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Js02yYYLsUo/S220/DSCN3062.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
