<?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-4786548369360818768</id><updated>2011-12-19T20:57:54.045Z</updated><category term='animais'/><category term='style for today'/><category term='uniao zoofila'/><category term='verão'/><category term='terror'/><category term='egoismo'/><category term='stress'/><category term='homens'/><category term='lucky i&apos;m in love with my bestfriend'/><category term='abandono'/><category term='sporting'/><category term='desafios'/><category term='crueldade'/><category term='filmes'/><category term='cansada'/><category term='mariconços'/><category term='trabalho'/><title type='text'>Miss R.</title><subtitle type='html'>Pensamentos, Opiniões, Devaneios...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-r-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786548369360818768/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-r-blog.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786548369360818768/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Miss R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13531658757738887419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k8JpLQoZJ0U/SXdBOCowngI/AAAAAAAAAIc/51UqwQoLgJU/S220/foto_miss_r.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>206</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4786548369360818768.post-2975103211499247034</id><published>2010-10-27T15:12:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T15:12:15.264+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OPane4vBNPQ/TDr4ce4ueuI/AAAAAAAAAXs/NpvrRnn1RMA/s1600/birra.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OPane4vBNPQ/TDr4ce4ueuI/AAAAAAAAAXs/NpvrRnn1RMA/s320/birra.jpg" width="263" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;É nisto que dá, acordar sozinha depois de 4 ou 5 noite seguidinhas a tê-lo a dormir ao meu lado e a acordar com muitos beijinhos e abraçinhos!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4786548369360818768-2975103211499247034?l=miss-r-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-r-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/2975103211499247034/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4786548369360818768&amp;postID=2975103211499247034&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786548369360818768/posts/default/2975103211499247034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786548369360818768/posts/default/2975103211499247034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-r-blog.blogspot.com/2010/10/e-nisto-que-da-acordar-sozinha-depois.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13531658757738887419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k8JpLQoZJ0U/SXdBOCowngI/AAAAAAAAAIc/51UqwQoLgJU/S220/foto_miss_r.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OPane4vBNPQ/TDr4ce4ueuI/AAAAAAAAAXs/NpvrRnn1RMA/s72-c/birra.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4786548369360818768.post-1009352405004373851</id><published>2010-10-25T09:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T09:54:15.302+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Um dia feliz e com muito significado....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Ontem foi o dia das famílias pra nós!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Ele já conhece os meus pais há muito, desde o tempo que éramos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt; just good friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt; (ahahah as cócegas que isso me faz, lembro-me logo dos anos que andámos a tapar o sol com a peneira), já socializou com eles várias e muitas vezes, os meus pais gostam muito dele.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Então ontem lá fomos a casa dos meus pais almoçar, uma almoçarada daquelas à antiga com tudo e mais alguma coisa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Depois de almoço ele diz-me assim:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Agora vamos a minha casa, que eu vou buscar roupa pa irmos pa tua casa. Aproveito e tomo uma banhoca enquanto tu ficas a fazer sala com a minha mãe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;O pânico instaurou-se em mim....pensei de mim para mim:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Sogra? Ele vai-me levar a conhecer a minha sogra assim? Sem me avisar? Sem eu me preparar? Mas como sempre não demonstro que não tou lá muito segura, e disse-lhe, tá bem vamos lá!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Na minha cabeça passaram-se mil e uma coisas, pensei em tudo e mais alguma coisa:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;E se ela não for simpática? E se ela não gostar de mim e fizer aquele ar de mãe protectora que quer tirar o filho das garras da namorada?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Ahahahah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Mil e um cenários atravessaram a minha cabeça, mas nada a temer, cheguei lá, eles não sabiam que nós la iamos, estavam em &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Sunday Mood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt; deitados no sofá, fizeram um sorriso de orelha a orelha, foram uns simpáticos e a mãe dele é uma porreira, fala pelos cotovelos, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;just like me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;, mas gostei muito de os conhecer! Aquele gesto para mim teve muita importância e disse-me tudo o que eu precisava de saber!!&amp;nbsp;Foi mesmo muito importante!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;É claro que uma sogra é sempre uma sogra, mas por acaso fiquei com um bom presságio!! Acho que vou gostar dela!! Mas só o tempo dirá, se estou certa ou não....&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/4786548369360818768-1009352405004373851?l=miss-r-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-r-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/1009352405004373851/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4786548369360818768&amp;postID=1009352405004373851&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786548369360818768/posts/default/1009352405004373851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786548369360818768/posts/default/1009352405004373851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-r-blog.blogspot.com/2010/10/um-dia-feliz-e-com-muito-significado.html' title='Um dia feliz e com muito significado....'/><author><name>Miss R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13531658757738887419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k8JpLQoZJ0U/SXdBOCowngI/AAAAAAAAAIc/51UqwQoLgJU/S220/foto_miss_r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4786548369360818768.post-1391532759508015508</id><published>2010-10-24T20:12:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T09:38:02.101+01:00</updated><title type='text'>6 meses...</title><content type='html'>CONTIGO!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foram muito muito bons, e cada vez melhores!!&lt;br /&gt;Talvez os melhores da minha vida...venham mais e mais!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amo assim muito muito este homem e cada dia que passa aumenta e aumenta e aumenta!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4786548369360818768-1391532759508015508?l=miss-r-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-r-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/1391532759508015508/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4786548369360818768&amp;postID=1391532759508015508&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786548369360818768/posts/default/1391532759508015508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786548369360818768/posts/default/1391532759508015508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-r-blog.blogspot.com/2010/10/6-meses.html' title='6 meses...'/><author><name>Miss R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13531658757738887419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k8JpLQoZJ0U/SXdBOCowngI/AAAAAAAAAIc/51UqwQoLgJU/S220/foto_miss_r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4786548369360818768.post-5904559529390580650</id><published>2010-10-21T15:14:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T15:15:17.899+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Infelizmente, as pessoas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;...nem sempre são o que aparentam,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;...não são verdadeiras nem com os outros nem com elas próprias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;...só sabem cobiçar a vida alheia e a felicidade alheia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;...são egoístas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;...não conseguem ver quando estão a exagerar e a magoar os outros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Hoje estou assim, a questionar qual o verdadeiro conceito de amizade para algumas pessoas!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;São coisas/pessoas que tento diariamente que não me afectem, e de facto consigo esse feito muitas vezes, mas há dias em que a raiva os nervos vêm ao de cima, mas depois passa, porque de facto, tenho TUDO o que preciso para ser FELIZ e não pedia absolutamente mais nada, neste momento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Os bons amigos, o amor da minha vida, as amigas&amp;nbsp;cúmplices&amp;nbsp;de conversas, cafés em esplanadas giras, tardes de shopaholic girls, enfim tudo tudo tudo tão estável na minha vidinha que arrisco a dizer que até tenho medo de ter tudo tão perfeito!!&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/4786548369360818768-5904559529390580650?l=miss-r-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-r-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/5904559529390580650/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4786548369360818768&amp;postID=5904559529390580650&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786548369360818768/posts/default/5904559529390580650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786548369360818768/posts/default/5904559529390580650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-r-blog.blogspot.com/2010/10/infelizmente-as-pessoas.html' title='Infelizmente, as pessoas...'/><author><name>Miss R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13531658757738887419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k8JpLQoZJ0U/SXdBOCowngI/AAAAAAAAAIc/51UqwQoLgJU/S220/foto_miss_r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4786548369360818768.post-8957769023835554211</id><published>2010-10-20T15:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T15:01:34.508+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Realmente devemos sempre dar 100% no trabalho....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k8JpLQoZJ0U/TL71l7y6NuI/AAAAAAAAAT8/vCXi_rOWyKs/s1600/100%25+work.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k8JpLQoZJ0U/TL71l7y6NuI/AAAAAAAAAT8/vCXi_rOWyKs/s400/100%25+work.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hoje é um diazinho que exige da minha pessoa, estou aqui sentadinha na secretária com 2 cafés em cima desde as 13h e mesmo assim tenho os olhitos meio abertos meio fechados, mas tou com esperança que isto de facto melhore!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4786548369360818768-8957769023835554211?l=miss-r-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-r-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/8957769023835554211/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;era mesmo um daqueles dias em que tinha ficado a manhã toda na cama, debaixo do edredon quentinho e fofinho bem agarradinha e a dar miminhos ao meu amor!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pronto era isto que me apetecia, mas o dever fala mais alto, bem mais alto!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4786548369360818768-9018112180921994053?l=miss-r-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-r-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/9018112180921994053/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4786548369360818768&amp;postID=9018112180921994053&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4786548369360818768.post-5455584914530945475</id><published>2010-10-17T22:44:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T22:44:49.872+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ando doida com esta musicaaaaa!!!!</title><content type='html'>Esta muisica anda a dar comigo em doida...&lt;br /&gt;Não consigo estar parada a ouvi-la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="background-image: url(&amp;quot;http://i2.ytimg.com/vi/UxuEl8qkErs/hqdefault.jpg&amp;quot;);" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UxuEl8qkErs?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UxuEl8qkErs?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swedish House Mafia - One (Your Name) feat Pharrell - Official Music Video&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4786548369360818768-5455584914530945475?l=miss-r-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-r-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/5455584914530945475/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4786548369360818768&amp;postID=5455584914530945475&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786548369360818768/posts/default/5455584914530945475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786548369360818768/posts/default/5455584914530945475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-r-blog.blogspot.com/2010/10/ando-doida-com-esta-musicaaaaa.html' title='Ando doida com esta musicaaaaa!!!!'/><author><name>Miss R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13531658757738887419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k8JpLQoZJ0U/SXdBOCowngI/AAAAAAAAAIc/51UqwQoLgJU/S220/foto_miss_r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4786548369360818768.post-3463675568368079641</id><published>2010-10-13T16:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T16:20:22.002+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Aqui sou sempre tão feliz....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Passeiozinho com ele ao final da tarde de ontem, muito bom, para descomprimir do dia de trabalho, muitos beijinhos, muitos abracinhos e para finalizar a ida ao Starbucks, que eu gosto sempre tanto, acompanhado do&amp;nbsp;esplêndido&amp;nbsp;Caramel Maschiatto e do Cheesecake de doce de leite e caramelo (que não era dos melhores que já comi, era muito doce). Mas mesmo assim soube-me pela vida!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k8JpLQoZJ0U/TLXNJrJ7IlI/AAAAAAAAAT4/8mMimZqjeHY/s1600/dulce-de-leche-caramel-cheesecake.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="181" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k8JpLQoZJ0U/TLXNJrJ7IlI/AAAAAAAAAT4/8mMimZqjeHY/s320/dulce-de-leche-caramel-cheesecake.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Há momentos que por mais simples que sejam se tornam sempre em momentos inesquecíveis!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4786548369360818768-3463675568368079641?l=miss-r-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-r-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/3463675568368079641/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4786548369360818768&amp;postID=3463675568368079641&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786548369360818768/posts/default/3463675568368079641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786548369360818768/posts/default/3463675568368079641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-r-blog.blogspot.com/2010/10/aqui-sou-sempre-tao-feliz.html' title='Aqui sou sempre tão feliz....'/><author><name>Miss R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13531658757738887419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k8JpLQoZJ0U/SXdBOCowngI/AAAAAAAAAIc/51UqwQoLgJU/S220/foto_miss_r.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k8JpLQoZJ0U/TLXNJrJ7IlI/AAAAAAAAAT4/8mMimZqjeHY/s72-c/dulce-de-leche-caramel-cheesecake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4786548369360818768.post-5416774363186580860</id><published>2010-10-11T20:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T20:31:31.891+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Será normal que o meu homem só me tenha pedido em namoro 5 meses e meio depois de começarmos a nossa relação?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Bem, cada um tem o seu timming...o dele foi este!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt; Mas gostei, gostei muitoooo!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Cada vez mais acho que faz tanto sentido estarmos juntos e ambos queremos mais, sempre mais!!&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/4786548369360818768-5416774363186580860?l=miss-r-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-r-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/5416774363186580860/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4786548369360818768&amp;postID=5416774363186580860&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786548369360818768/posts/default/5416774363186580860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786548369360818768/posts/default/5416774363186580860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-r-blog.blogspot.com/2010/10/sera-normal-que-o-meu-homem-so-me-tenha.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13531658757738887419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k8JpLQoZJ0U/SXdBOCowngI/AAAAAAAAAIc/51UqwQoLgJU/S220/foto_miss_r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4786548369360818768.post-1511205033700433458</id><published>2010-10-01T17:48:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T17:48:33.202+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Porque eu mereço descansar e levar miminhos&lt;br /&gt;Porque o meu corpo já anda há uns tempinhos a pedir um SPA&lt;br /&gt;Porque a minha metade vai ter um jogão de airsoft este fim de semana e só volta 3ªfeira&lt;br /&gt;Amanha vou rumar à Quinta do Lago com uma amiga para passar 3 diazinhos de &lt;i&gt;Pure Relax&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k8JpLQoZJ0U/TKYPdMLM_wI/AAAAAAAAAT0/VYyKWDjEMe8/s1600/montequinta1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="245" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k8JpLQoZJ0U/TKYPdMLM_wI/AAAAAAAAAT0/VYyKWDjEMe8/s400/montequinta1.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4786548369360818768-1511205033700433458?l=miss-r-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-r-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/1511205033700433458/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4786548369360818768&amp;postID=1511205033700433458&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4786548369360818768.post-7048740567638574372</id><published>2010-10-01T17:04:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T17:04:34.522+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Os últimos anos da minha vida em jeito de introspecção....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Era uma estudante universitária normal,&amp;nbsp;bêbada&amp;nbsp;e boémia como era a maioria dos meus colegas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Era uma pessoa que sofria da doença mais comum hoje em dia - a obesidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Era bastante sedentária como qualquer pessoa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;que-tenha-as-costas-uma-saca-de-batatas-de-50-kgs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Tinha um problema, quando me olhava ao espelho não via o quão obesa estava&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Nunca fui descriminada por ser gorda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Fui maltratada por alguns colegas quando era mais nova, gentinha&amp;nbsp;medíocre&amp;nbsp;e pobre de espírito, portanto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Nunca deixei de ter namorados, curtes, flirts, amigos coloridos, whatever por ser gorda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Era e ainda sou um animal social, adoro pessoas, adoro relacionar-me com pessoas e conviver muito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Em Fevereiro deste ano&amp;nbsp;caiu-me a ficha, olhei-me ao espelho e vi-me tal e qual os outros me viam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Fiquei triste e pensei, de hoje não passa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Senti-me um monstro, pela 1ª vez da minha vida passei a não gostar de mim daquela maneira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;A querer isolar-me das pessoas, a ter vergonha de me mostrar ao mundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Dia 9 de Fevereiro decidi que a minha vida ia ser melhor, que ia tratar o meu problema que todos me alertavam e eu não ouvia, nem gostava de ouvir. Fui ao médico nesse dia e decidi fazer um cirurgia de tratamento de obesidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;A partir desse dia informei algumas pessoas, as que eu achava que mereciam essa atenção da minha parte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;ELE foi o 1º a saber além dos meus pais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Ele não entendeu o porque, não entendeu a minha cirurgia e eu mandei-o informar-se&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Dia 31 de Março foi o meu Dia D.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Entrei no Hospital da Luz no dia 30 de Março, estive esse dia todo numa grande agonia, com crises de ansiedade e triste porque não o tinha visto na véspera, porque ele não tinha podido ir despedir-se de mim, porque tinha medo do que pudesse acontecer e que nunca mais fosse ver o meu melhor amigo (na altura era só isto que éramos)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Fui operada e tive 24h nos cuidados intensivos em observação.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Antes de adormecer com a anestesia e quando acordei da mesma só pensei em 3 pessoas: mãe, pai e ele.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Assim que vi a minha mãe, passado pouquinho tempo de acordar da anestesia ainda completamente em transe disse-lhe: mama liga po F. e disse-lhe o número de cor e tudo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Saí do Hospital no domingo de Páscoa, ele não estava em Lisboa, enquanto tive lá no hospital ele mandava muitas mensagens, muita preocupação...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Vim para casa e ele foi ver-me logo no dia seguinte, foi a pessoa que mais preocupação demonstrou (pelo menos assim eu entendi)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;A partir daí foi tudo tão mais fácil, ele apareceu na minha vida, de uma forma muito mais presente a partir desse momento, mesmo sem ele se aperceber, foi a pessoa que mais me apoiou, foi o meu grande pilar, além da minha mãezinha é claro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Todo o processo de recuperação para mim foi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;peanuts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt; porque a força de vontade era muito grande, a motivação e o motivo maior ainda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Hoje faz seis meses certinhos, e faço também um balanço do mais positivo que há.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Passados 6 meses, menos 47 kgs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;É claro que nem tudo são rosas, com as alterações no meu aspecto exterior perdi algumas coisas importantes, uma delas foi amigos, alguns amigos que "antes" eram muito amigos e muito presentes, e agora puuufff foram-se a vida, so porque perdi-a-pessoa-que-tinha-a-mais-em-mim e porque arranjei um namorado lindo por dentro e por fora, e porque agora tenho tudo o que preciso para ser plenamente feliz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Hoje é um dia feliz muito feliz!&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/4786548369360818768-7048740567638574372?l=miss-r-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-r-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/7048740567638574372/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4786548369360818768&amp;postID=7048740567638574372&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786548369360818768/posts/default/7048740567638574372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786548369360818768/posts/default/7048740567638574372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-r-blog.blogspot.com/2010/10/os-ultimos-anos-da-minha-vida-em-jeito.html' title='Os últimos anos da minha vida em jeito de introspecção....'/><author><name>Miss R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13531658757738887419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k8JpLQoZJ0U/SXdBOCowngI/AAAAAAAAAIc/51UqwQoLgJU/S220/foto_miss_r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4786548369360818768.post-1185557225542601431</id><published>2010-09-27T11:44:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T11:44:37.246+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Amor é....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_OR1Kp0kbip4/SHwJ4VPPN3I/AAAAAAAAAPg/z5iEU3DvPE0/s400/sex+and+the+city+atcmovie1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_OR1Kp0kbip4/SHwJ4VPPN3I/AAAAAAAAAPg/z5iEU3DvPE0/s320/sex+and+the+city+atcmovie1.jpg" width="243" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;... fazer uma directa depois de um sábado cheio de trabalho e pouco descanso, depois de um jantar (que durou até as 6h da manha), e de uma manha de jogatana (airsoft, portanto) e mesmo assim cansado, quase morto vivo, aguentar-se e vir passar o dia todinho junto do seu amor (que por acaso até sou eu) e&amp;nbsp;só&amp;nbsp;ir finalmente dormir por volta da 1h30 da manha de domingo (ou melhor, segunda feira já) porque teve a ver filmes e mais filmes e a namorar muito muito muito!!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Sim pra mim, isto é uma prova de amor, vindo de quem vem (que é um dorminhoco como eu nunca vi) é de facto uma grande prova de amor!!&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/4786548369360818768-1185557225542601431?l=miss-r-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-r-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/1185557225542601431/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4786548369360818768&amp;postID=1185557225542601431&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786548369360818768/posts/default/1185557225542601431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786548369360818768/posts/default/1185557225542601431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-r-blog.blogspot.com/2010/09/amor-e.html' title='Amor é....'/><author><name>Miss R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13531658757738887419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k8JpLQoZJ0U/SXdBOCowngI/AAAAAAAAAIc/51UqwQoLgJU/S220/foto_miss_r.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_OR1Kp0kbip4/SHwJ4VPPN3I/AAAAAAAAAPg/z5iEU3DvPE0/s72-c/sex+and+the+city+atcmovie1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4786548369360818768.post-6103935280593902240</id><published>2010-09-07T18:13:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T18:13:17.447+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TbFP7yrcH1A/TCjZ3vdUG6I/AAAAAAAABR0/Fa2VMOPc6lM/s1600/2008_sex_and_the_city_038.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="270" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TbFP7yrcH1A/TCjZ3vdUG6I/AAAAAAAABR0/Fa2VMOPc6lM/s400/2008_sex_and_the_city_038.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4786548369360818768-6103935280593902240?l=miss-r-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-r-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/6103935280593902240/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4786548369360818768&amp;postID=6103935280593902240&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786548369360818768/posts/default/6103935280593902240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786548369360818768/posts/default/6103935280593902240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-r-blog.blogspot.com/2010/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13531658757738887419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k8JpLQoZJ0U/SXdBOCowngI/AAAAAAAAAIc/51UqwQoLgJU/S220/foto_miss_r.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TbFP7yrcH1A/TCjZ3vdUG6I/AAAAAAAABR0/Fa2VMOPc6lM/s72-c/2008_sex_and_the_city_038.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4786548369360818768.post-111280703687148106</id><published>2010-09-01T18:08:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T18:08:52.493+01:00</updated><title type='text'>What are friends for...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.letras.com.br/arquivos/fotos/usuarios/galeria/44/43979/43979_156934.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://www.letras.com.br/arquivos/fotos/usuarios/galeria/44/43979/43979_156934.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;A amiga L. está em baixo hoje com problemas do foro amoroso e como qualquer amiga que se preze, tratei logo de marcar um jantar de emergência com outra amiga para animarmos a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;piquena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Se não estamos lá quando os amigos precisam, estamos quando??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Como diz a minha querida S.isto não é só para a macacada, também tem que ser para as coisas mais sérias e importantes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Mais loguinho lá estaremos na jantarada para animar a nossa amiga e mostrar-lhe que nem sempre precisamos de um homem na nossa vida e que as desilusões são muito difíceis, mas quando passam depois até olhamos para trás e nos rimos com tudo o que dissemos e fizemos!&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/4786548369360818768-111280703687148106?l=miss-r-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-r-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/111280703687148106/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4786548369360818768&amp;postID=111280703687148106&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786548369360818768/posts/default/111280703687148106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786548369360818768/posts/default/111280703687148106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-r-blog.blogspot.com/2010/09/what-are-friends-for.html' title='What are friends for...'/><author><name>Miss R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13531658757738887419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k8JpLQoZJ0U/SXdBOCowngI/AAAAAAAAAIc/51UqwQoLgJU/S220/foto_miss_r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4786548369360818768.post-900562465216570355</id><published>2010-08-31T16:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T16:18:04.380+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu só pergunto o que é istoooo?????</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k8JpLQoZJ0U/TH0X4go5vMI/AAAAAAAAATc/oEI34NdzQ-I/s1600/cristina+hendicks.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k8JpLQoZJ0U/TH0X4go5vMI/AAAAAAAAATc/oEI34NdzQ-I/s400/cristina+hendicks.JPG" width="227" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Pronto, Vá...a Cristina Hendrcks, Tininha pós amigos, diz que tem as mamocas assim a dar po XXXL, o sonho de muitos homens (talvez), mas também não havia necessidade de se apresentar desta forma!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k8JpLQoZJ0U/TH0cc5d7J8I/AAAAAAAAATk/BFLh5Q8-IMQ/s1600/kyra+sedgwick.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k8JpLQoZJ0U/TH0cc5d7J8I/AAAAAAAAATk/BFLh5Q8-IMQ/s400/kyra+sedgwick.JPG" width="271" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;A Kyra Sedgwick é outra que tal, quando olho para este vestido, só me consigo lembrar de um tapete persa!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;M-e-d-o-n-h-o!!!&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/4786548369360818768-900562465216570355?l=miss-r-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-r-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/900562465216570355/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4786548369360818768&amp;postID=900562465216570355&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786548369360818768/posts/default/900562465216570355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786548369360818768/posts/default/900562465216570355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-r-blog.blogspot.com/2010/08/eu-so-pergunto-o-que-e-istoooo.html' title='Eu só pergunto o que é istoooo?????'/><author><name>Miss R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13531658757738887419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k8JpLQoZJ0U/SXdBOCowngI/AAAAAAAAAIc/51UqwQoLgJU/S220/foto_miss_r.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k8JpLQoZJ0U/TH0X4go5vMI/AAAAAAAAATc/oEI34NdzQ-I/s72-c/cristina+hendicks.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4786548369360818768.post-3176999926990743962</id><published>2010-08-31T13:32:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T13:32:16.178+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Programinha de Segunda à noite</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.adorocinema.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/06/aprendiz-de-feiticeiro-poster-eua-feiticeiro.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://blog.adorocinema.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/06/aprendiz-de-feiticeiro-poster-eua-feiticeiro.jpg" width="277" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Ontem foi noite de jantarinho bom com o &lt;i&gt;love&lt;/i&gt; e depois cineminha para ver este filme! Gostei muito do filme, este Nicolas Cage tem um &lt;i&gt;je ne sais quois&lt;/i&gt; que dá sempre um toque aos filmes que faz. A história é comum a tantas outras mas é muito gira, e claro está que acaba bem, com o vencer dos bons e com o amor sempre no ar, como não poderia deixar de ser, ou não fosse um filme da Disney, em que tudo é perfeito e encantado!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/4786548369360818768-3176999926990743962?l=miss-r-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-r-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/3176999926990743962/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4786548369360818768&amp;postID=3176999926990743962&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Mas alguém pode acabar com este calor insuportável?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Eu não gosto de sauna e nunca gostei e mesmo com o AC do escritório ligado estou a derreter!!&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/4786548369360818768-3163545068823674623?l=miss-r-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-r-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/3163545068823674623/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Estou com o coração enorme, muito maior do que todo o meu tamanho!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Estou pra cima de feliz, pronto!!&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/4786548369360818768-8859434181811131404?l=miss-r-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-r-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/8859434181811131404/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k8JpLQoZJ0U/SXdBOCowngI/AAAAAAAAAIc/51UqwQoLgJU/S220/foto_miss_r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4786548369360818768.post-8940612475684436079</id><published>2010-08-26T17:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T17:14:30.284+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Da noite de ontem...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;não há nada a apontar!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Foi perfeito, o jantar estava uma maravilha pura!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A minha sorte é ser uma cozinheira muito boa!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ele é que o diz, adora todos os pratos que eu faço pra ele! O que é certo é que cozinhar para ele é tão melhor, parece que as coisas saem de outra forma.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A noite correu tão bem, foi simplesmente perfeita em tudo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Parece que tinhamos qualquer coisa pendente a festejar!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4786548369360818768-8940612475684436079?l=miss-r-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-r-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/8940612475684436079/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4786548369360818768&amp;postID=8940612475684436079&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786548369360818768/posts/default/8940612475684436079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786548369360818768/posts/default/8940612475684436079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-r-blog.blogspot.com/2010/08/da-noite-de-ontem.html' title='Da noite de ontem...'/><author><name>Miss R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13531658757738887419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k8JpLQoZJ0U/SXdBOCowngI/AAAAAAAAAIc/51UqwQoLgJU/S220/foto_miss_r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4786548369360818768.post-4599990202387400647</id><published>2010-08-26T16:51:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T17:07:07.389+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Favourite Song #1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;object height="250" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gnhXHvRoUd0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&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/gnhXHvRoUd0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #555555; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #555555; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #555555; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #555555; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;I've been roaming around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #555555; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Always looking down at all I see&lt;br /&gt;Painted faces, fill the places I can't reach&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #555555; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;You know that I could use somebody&lt;br /&gt;You know that I could use somebody&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #555555; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Someone like you, and all you know, and how you speak&lt;br /&gt;Countless lovers under cover of the street&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #555555; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;You know that I could use somebody&lt;br /&gt;You know that I could use somebody&lt;br /&gt;Someone like you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #555555; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Off in the night, while you live it up, I'm off to sleep&lt;br /&gt;Waging wars to shake the poet and the beat&lt;br /&gt;I hope it's gonna make you notice&lt;br /&gt;I hope it's gonna make you notice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #555555; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Someone like me&lt;br /&gt;Someone like me&lt;br /&gt;Someone like me, somebody&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #555555; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;I'm ready now, I'm ready now&lt;br /&gt;I'm ready now, I'm ready now&lt;br /&gt;I'm ready now, I'm ready now&lt;br /&gt;I'm ready now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #555555; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Someone like you, somebody&lt;br /&gt;Someone like you, somebody&lt;br /&gt;Someone like you, somebody&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #555555; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;I've been roaming around,&lt;br /&gt;Always looking down at all I see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #555555; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kings of Leon - Use somebody&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4786548369360818768-4599990202387400647?l=miss-r-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-r-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/4599990202387400647/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4786548369360818768&amp;postID=4599990202387400647&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786548369360818768/posts/default/4599990202387400647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786548369360818768/posts/default/4599990202387400647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-r-blog.blogspot.com/2010/08/favourite-song-1.html' title='Favourite Song #1'/><author><name>Miss R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13531658757738887419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k8JpLQoZJ0U/SXdBOCowngI/AAAAAAAAAIc/51UqwQoLgJU/S220/foto_miss_r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4786548369360818768.post-70350266038502921</id><published>2010-08-25T15:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T15:22:41.693+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Alguma sugestão??</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Hoje vou fazer um jantarinho lá em casa para o meu homem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Já tenho uma breve ideia do que vou cozinhar, mas estou indecisa!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Alguma sugestão??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4786548369360818768-70350266038502921?l=miss-r-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-r-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/70350266038502921/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4786548369360818768&amp;postID=70350266038502921&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786548369360818768/posts/default/70350266038502921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786548369360818768/posts/default/70350266038502921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-r-blog.blogspot.com/2010/08/alguma-sugestao.html' title='Alguma sugestão??'/><author><name>Miss R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13531658757738887419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k8JpLQoZJ0U/SXdBOCowngI/AAAAAAAAAIc/51UqwQoLgJU/S220/foto_miss_r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4786548369360818768.post-4858477272260612436</id><published>2010-08-23T15:42:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T15:42:36.801+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O pai da criança está em todo o lado...até já chegou às tunas académicas!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-16f45582c41ab49c" 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://v15.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D16f45582c41ab49c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329951791%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4B0C5C360CAD3D5F11D0CBC76077026622994FD3.13D18418FB2F4104B28DF272F0A303C86185807A%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D16f45582c41ab49c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DJh5pv5L-BcWA46dzA2FJJd6EjWo&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://v15.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D16f45582c41ab49c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329951791%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4B0C5C360CAD3D5F11D0CBC76077026622994FD3.13D18418FB2F4104B28DF272F0A303C86185807A%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D16f45582c41ab49c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DJh5pv5L-BcWA46dzA2FJJd6EjWo&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Ele sabe que adoro tunas, porque fui uma académica daquelas a rigor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Ele sabe que gosto desta musica, porque é popular, porque é melodiosa, a letra é medonha mas não deixa de ser gira...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Ele mandou este vídeo ontem por mail quase em directo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Uma pérola diga-se de passagem!!&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/4786548369360818768-4858477272260612436?l=miss-r-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-r-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/4858477272260612436/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4786548369360818768&amp;postID=4858477272260612436&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786548369360818768/posts/default/4858477272260612436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786548369360818768/posts/default/4858477272260612436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-r-blog.blogspot.com/2010/08/o-pai-da-crianca-esta-em-todo-o-ladoate.html' title='O pai da criança está em todo o lado...até já chegou às tunas académicas!!'/><author><name>Miss R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13531658757738887419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k8JpLQoZJ0U/SXdBOCowngI/AAAAAAAAAIc/51UqwQoLgJU/S220/foto_miss_r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4786548369360818768.post-5258110731987616558</id><published>2010-08-23T15:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T15:31:31.127+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoje é dia...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g1CB7d0SlVk/Rzn_9DbfmxI/AAAAAAAAAYw/sQDXVgt_2FE/s1600/bairro+alto.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g1CB7d0SlVk/Rzn_9DbfmxI/AAAAAAAAAYw/sQDXVgt_2FE/s320/bairro+alto.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;de jantarinho com AMIGAS no Bairro Alto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Ah pois que nós não fazemos a coisa por menos, gente gira, animação,&amp;nbsp;sítios&amp;nbsp;giros, lá vão elas, para um final de tarde/início de noite animado com muita conversa, animação e muitos disparates!!&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/4786548369360818768-5258110731987616558?l=miss-r-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-r-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/5258110731987616558/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4786548369360818768&amp;postID=5258110731987616558&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786548369360818768/posts/default/5258110731987616558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786548369360818768/posts/default/5258110731987616558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-r-blog.blogspot.com/2010/08/hoje-e-dia.html' title='Hoje é dia...'/><author><name>Miss R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13531658757738887419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k8JpLQoZJ0U/SXdBOCowngI/AAAAAAAAAIc/51UqwQoLgJU/S220/foto_miss_r.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g1CB7d0SlVk/Rzn_9DbfmxI/AAAAAAAAAYw/sQDXVgt_2FE/s72-c/bairro+alto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4786548369360818768.post-6728777997302941577</id><published>2010-08-23T02:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T02:02:35.481+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Estes são os 4 meses mais felizes da minha vida...só isso!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Hoje é um dia especial, é o nosso dia, não vamos estar juntos por questões geográficas, mas não é isso que importa. o que importa é ter recebido uma mensagem a meia noite certinha a dizer:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Parabens amor, já lá vão 4 meses a aturar-me. Beijooooooos"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Para muita gente, é uma relação muito recente e prematura, para nós é uma paixão, um amor que demorámos 3 anos a descobrir, ou a admitir, e estes 4 meses podem parecer muito pouco tempo, para mim já são bem mais que isso, parece que estivemos juntos desde sempre. Posso garantir que são os melhores 4 meses da minha vida. E esta é a melhor pessoa da minha vida e para a minha vida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Estar com ele é o melhor que posso pedir para mim!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;E tão bom ter um amor assim!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Nada melhor que brindar o blogue com música, a nossa música, aquela que fará sempre sentido, porque de facto é a mais pura da verdade e encaixa-se em nós de forma perfeita!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/u8Pcdwgbw08?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&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/u8Pcdwgbw08?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" 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;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Do you hear me, I'm talking to you&lt;br /&gt;Across the water across the deep blue ocean&lt;br /&gt;Under the open sky oh my, baby I'm trying&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Boy I hear you in my dreams&lt;br /&gt;I feel you whisper across the sea&lt;br /&gt;I keep you with me in my heart&lt;br /&gt;You make it easier when life gets hard&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Lucky I'm in love with my best friend&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to have been where I have been&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to be coming home again&lt;br /&gt;Oooohhhhoohhhhohhooohhooohhooohoooh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;They don't know how long it takes&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for a love like this&lt;br /&gt;Every time we say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;I wish we had one more kiss&lt;br /&gt;I wait for you I promise you, I will&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Lucky I'm in love with my best friend&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to have been where I have been&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to be coming home again&lt;br /&gt;Lucky we're in love in every way&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to have stayed where we have stayed&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to be coming home someday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;And so I'm sailing through the sea&lt;br /&gt;To an island where we'll meet&lt;br /&gt;You'll hear the music, feel the air&lt;br /&gt;I put a flower in your hair&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;And though the breeze is through trees&lt;br /&gt;Move so pretty you're all I see&lt;br /&gt;As the world keep spinning round&lt;br /&gt;You hold me right here right now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Lucky I'm in love with my best friend&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to have been where I have been&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to be coming home again&lt;br /&gt;Lucky we're in love in every way&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to have stayed where we have stayed&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to be coming home someday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Jason Mraz - Lucky &lt;/i&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/4786548369360818768-6728777997302941577?l=miss-r-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-r-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/6728777997302941577/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4786548369360818768&amp;postID=6728777997302941577&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786548369360818768/posts/default/6728777997302941577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786548369360818768/posts/default/6728777997302941577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-r-blog.blogspot.com/2010/08/estes-sao-os-4-meses-mais-felizes-da.html' title='Estes são os 4 meses mais felizes da minha vida...só isso!!!!!'/><author><name>Miss R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13531658757738887419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k8JpLQoZJ0U/SXdBOCowngI/AAAAAAAAAIc/51UqwQoLgJU/S220/foto_miss_r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4786548369360818768.post-5216221793020713611</id><published>2010-08-22T16:31:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T16:39:43.970+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A única coisa que me faz sentido neste momento...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wb4RauhteFA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&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/wb4RauhteFA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="div_letra"&gt;Às vezes, no silêncio da noite&lt;br /&gt;Eu fico imaginando nós dois&lt;br /&gt;Eu fico ali sonhando acordado, juntando&lt;br /&gt;O antes, o agora e o depois&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por que você me deixa tão solto?&lt;br /&gt;Por que você não cola em mim?&lt;br /&gt;Tô me sentindo muito sozinho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sou nem quero ser o seu dono&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É que um carinho às vezes cai bem&lt;br /&gt;Eu tenho meus desejos e planos secretos&lt;br /&gt;Só abro pra você mais ninguém&lt;br /&gt;Por que você me esquece e some?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E se eu me interessar por alguém?&lt;br /&gt;E se ela, de repente, me ganha?&lt;br /&gt;Quando a gente gosta&lt;br /&gt;É claro que a gente cuida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fala que me ama&lt;br /&gt;Só que é da boca pra fora&lt;br /&gt;Ou você me engana&lt;br /&gt;Ou não está madura&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onde está você agora?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando a gente gosta&lt;br /&gt;É claro que a gente cuida&lt;br /&gt;Fala que me ama&lt;br /&gt;Só que é da boca pra fora&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ou você me engana&lt;br /&gt;Ou não está madura&lt;br /&gt;Onde está você agora?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4786548369360818768-5216221793020713611?l=miss-r-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-r-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/5216221793020713611/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k8JpLQoZJ0U/SXdBOCowngI/AAAAAAAAAIc/51UqwQoLgJU/S220/foto_miss_r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4786548369360818768.post-3723637156302749333</id><published>2010-08-21T20:44:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T20:44:50.132+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sobre a noitinha de ontem...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;A noitada de ontem foi realmente muito boa, começou com uma grande cafezada com amigos e depois girls night out. Eu e outra amiga fomos sair por essa Lisboa fora, foi uma alegria, dançámos, bebemos e divertimos-nos muito muito.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Mas de facto há coisas que nunca mudam, uma "gaja" quando é comprometida, quando está apaixonada, deve ter uma aura brilhante sobre si que cativa os outros homem, não sei, isto é apenas especulação minha, mas e o que me acontece. Eles metiam-se a dançar, olhavam, vinham meter conversa, pediam para conhecer...sei lá eu!! ahahah a vontade que me deu de rir, mas depois também há os que são inconvenientes e também há aqueles em que pensamos "ai, se eu não fosse comprometida e não estivesse tão in love pelo meu príncipe"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Upa upa....a noite de Lisboa já não é o que era, mas estamos em Agosto, há muitos estrangeiros, mas continua a ser muito boa!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Gostei muito...só tive pena de não ter comigo a minha companhia ideal além da minha amiga é claro!!&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/4786548369360818768-3723637156302749333?l=miss-r-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-r-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/3723637156302749333/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4786548369360818768&amp;postID=3723637156302749333&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786548369360818768/posts/default/3723637156302749333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786548369360818768/posts/default/3723637156302749333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-r-blog.blogspot.com/2010/08/sobre-noitinha-de-ontem.html' title='Sobre a noitinha de ontem...'/><author><name>Miss R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13531658757738887419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k8JpLQoZJ0U/SXdBOCowngI/AAAAAAAAAIc/51UqwQoLgJU/S220/foto_miss_r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4786548369360818768.post-6857276362187401836</id><published>2010-08-20T16:56:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T17:06:01.883+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Este vai ser um fim de semana bem preenchido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Hoje café com amigos e depois noitada com uma amiga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Amanha programinha também com amigos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Domingo para descansar e por a conversa em dia com a amiga que me anima sempre quando estou mais &lt;i&gt;down.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Segunda feira, é um dia especial.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Pela 1ª vez não o passamos juntinhos mas comemoramos depois! Vou passá-lo com um dia louco de trabalho e a seguir uma jantarada de "gajas" que é como se quer, algures pelo Bairro Alto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Terça-Feira as 13h já o tenho de volta inteirinho (a ver vamos) pra mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Mas até lá as saudadinhas, ou melhor, as saudadonas vão ser mais que muitas. Aliás, ele ainda não se foi embora e já tenho aquele apertozinho no peito!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;O que mais me irrita é que quando estamos juntos, o tempo voa e quando estamos longe parece que não há meio de passar.&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/4786548369360818768-6857276362187401836?l=miss-r-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-r-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/6857276362187401836/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k8JpLQoZJ0U/SXdBOCowngI/AAAAAAAAAIc/51UqwQoLgJU/S220/foto_miss_r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4786548369360818768.post-905312375705670970</id><published>2010-08-20T09:49:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T16:44:21.148+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Este fim de semana não o tenho comigo, vai com os pais para a terrinha, divertir-se na festa anual que pra lá há, é claro que essa ida não e bem do meu agrado, mas os homens são feitos de rotinas, e esta é uma rotina dele.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Vou ficar por Lisboa e arredores com programinhas combinados com amigos, tenho muita pena que ele não esteja por cá, mas na 3ª feira já está de volta e já matamos as saudadinhas todas e já me conta tudinho o que por lá se passou!&amp;nbsp;Eheheh&amp;nbsp;=)&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/4786548369360818768-905312375705670970?l=miss-r-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-r-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/905312375705670970/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4786548369360818768&amp;postID=905312375705670970&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786548369360818768/posts/default/905312375705670970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786548369360818768/posts/default/905312375705670970'/><link rel='alternate' 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786548369360818768/posts/default/8715206947150557551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-r-blog.blogspot.com/2010/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13531658757738887419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k8JpLQoZJ0U/SXdBOCowngI/AAAAAAAAAIc/51UqwQoLgJU/S220/foto_miss_r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4786548369360818768.post-6036477259235970738</id><published>2010-08-20T09:27:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T09:27:53.930+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Encontrar um amor não é coisinha fácil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Encontrar um homem que nos preencha e que nos faça renunciar a todos os outros que &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;práli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt; andam a rondar também não é fácil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Encontrar o homem que sabe o que eu penso através de um simples olhar não é fácil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Encontrar a pessoa com quem queremos passar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;toda a vida mais seis meses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt; também não é&amp;nbsp;fácil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Há dias em que isto talvez não faça sentido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Há dias em que estamos mais normais, sem esta aura de coraçõezinhos à nossa volta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Mas hoje não é esse dia....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Hoje é dia de corações, declarações de amor e tudo o que mais me possa vir à cabeça&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Hoje é dia de dizer que aquele homem que me faz sorrir quando quero chorar, que me faz rir das coisas mais&amp;nbsp;estúpidas&amp;nbsp;e banais, que me faz embirrar com ele e chamar-lhe nomes feios, é tão simplesmente o Homem da minha vida, a pessoa que me dá sentido, a pessoa que me faz ver que todo o passado não teve qualquer importância, que não consigo imaginar a minha vidinha louca sem ele.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Apesar de tudo o que me possam dizer, por ele ser um grande alvo de cobiça para as&amp;nbsp;miúdas&amp;nbsp;que aí andam &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;-porque é loiro, porque é bom, porque tem uns olhos azuis-água lindos que ate encandeiam -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;, eu sei, eu sinto e tenho a certeza, que ele é meu em toda a sua plenitude, que nos pertencemos um ao outro e que por toda a envolvência e cumplicidade que quem nos conhece sabe que temos, nada nem ninguém poderá mudar o que queremos, o que sentimos, o que vemos um no outro!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&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/4786548369360818768-6036477259235970738?l=miss-r-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-r-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/6036477259235970738/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4786548369360818768&amp;postID=6036477259235970738&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786548369360818768/posts/default/6036477259235970738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786548369360818768/posts/default/6036477259235970738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-r-blog.blogspot.com/2010/08/encontrar-um-amor-nao-e-coisinha-facil.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13531658757738887419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k8JpLQoZJ0U/SXdBOCowngI/AAAAAAAAAIc/51UqwQoLgJU/S220/foto_miss_r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4786548369360818768.post-211593942604657121</id><published>2010-08-18T13:23:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T13:23:44.408+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ferias para este ano...OVER</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;As férias acabaram há 3 dias, desde então tenho andado mais do que ocupada com o trabalho que desabou em cima de mim quando cheguei ao escritório. Nem tive tempo para cá vir falar sobre as maravilhosas férias que tive, nem sobre as aventuras, nem sobre o bem que me soube o "amor e uma tenda com esplanada"!!&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/4786548369360818768-211593942604657121?l=miss-r-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-r-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/211593942604657121/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4786548369360818768&amp;postID=211593942604657121&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786548369360818768/posts/default/211593942604657121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786548369360818768/posts/default/211593942604657121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-r-blog.blogspot.com/2010/08/ferias-para-este-anoover.html' title='Ferias para este ano...OVER'/><author><name>Miss R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13531658757738887419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k8JpLQoZJ0U/SXdBOCowngI/AAAAAAAAAIc/51UqwQoLgJU/S220/foto_miss_r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4786548369360818768.post-8126293625926148523</id><published>2010-07-20T10:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T10:59:57.271+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wg3BmAj-bsI/SlpLQqb8HXI/AAAAAAAAKQY/06smf_xh8mE/s1600/Cruela.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wg3BmAj-bsI/SlpLQqb8HXI/AAAAAAAAKQY/06smf_xh8mE/s320/Cruela.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Hoje recomeça o meu tormento, a bruxa que trabalha aqui voltou hoje de férias, assim sendo vai começar a mesquinhice, as intrigas e tudo o que há de mau!! Brrrrrr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;A sério que só me apetece.....bem é melhor nem dizer!!&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/4786548369360818768-8126293625926148523?l=miss-r-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-r-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/8126293625926148523/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4786548369360818768&amp;postID=8126293625926148523&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786548369360818768/posts/default/8126293625926148523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786548369360818768/posts/default/8126293625926148523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-r-blog.blogspot.com/2010/07/hoje-recomeca-o-meu-tormento-bruxa-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13531658757738887419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k8JpLQoZJ0U/SXdBOCowngI/AAAAAAAAAIc/51UqwQoLgJU/S220/foto_miss_r.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wg3BmAj-bsI/SlpLQqb8HXI/AAAAAAAAKQY/06smf_xh8mE/s72-c/Cruela.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4786548369360818768.post-8372871557863713122</id><published>2010-07-16T17:32:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T17:32:14.424+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O amor é feito de provas e de cedências...digo eu, de mim pra mim...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Ele tem um problema que de dia pra dia tem vindo a corrigir, e muito bem, é um bocadinho individualista, ás vezes só pensa nele e só conta com ele, mas é tão normal, quando se trata de uma pessoa que sempre só contou com ele...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;No inicio da semana disse-me: Vou para o SW TMN com os meus amigos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Eu na altura não comentei sequer, mas depois aquilo começou a moer-me e passei-me com ele por causa disso. Mas onde é que eu, com o meu feitiozinho lindo e maravilhoso podia entender e aceitar que o meu namorado fosse com mais um bando de gajos para o SW enquanto eu também estava de férias?? Nunquinhaaaa!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Lá tivemos uma conversinha mas sem grande efeito porque ele me disse que ia na mesma, eu lá aceitei, também não me queria chatear com isto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Começámos a falar das férias, ele sabe o que significa para mim o campismo, convidou-me para ir acampar (sim, foi um momento dos mais românticos que já tive...lol) e eu na hora disse que sim, não pelo campismo em si, mas por ele, porque o adoro e porque o que mais quero é tar de férias com ele. Aquilo lá lhe bateu no tico e no teco (sim isto é uma grande prova do meu amor por ele) e ontem a noite disse-me que tinha desistido do SW, eu que não me aguento, perguntei porquê, e ele disse que ao pedir-me pa eu ir ter umas férias de campismo e eu ter aceite logo, imediatamente, pensou que o SW não era assim tao interessante e que não queria fazer a estupidez de não tar comigo nas férias assim a vontadinha e aproveitar tudinho comigo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Fiquei estupidamente feliiiiiiiiiiiiiz, não me podia ter dado prova maior e melhor que esta!!!&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/4786548369360818768-8372871557863713122?l=miss-r-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-r-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/8372871557863713122/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4786548369360818768&amp;postID=8372871557863713122&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786548369360818768/posts/default/8372871557863713122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786548369360818768/posts/default/8372871557863713122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-r-blog.blogspot.com/2010/07/o-amor-e-feito-de-provas-e-de.html' title='O amor é feito de provas e de cedências...digo eu, de mim pra mim...'/><author><name>Miss R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13531658757738887419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k8JpLQoZJ0U/SXdBOCowngI/AAAAAAAAAIc/51UqwQoLgJU/S220/foto_miss_r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4786548369360818768.post-3316635984625724329</id><published>2010-07-16T17:16:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T17:18:28.033+01:00</updated><title type='text'>As minhas férias vão ser uma verdadeira aventura #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;A animação que foi a escolha do nosso palácio. Lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Eu chamo-lhe penthouse e digo-lhe que quando tiver tudo bem montadinho e arrumadinho, vai parecer um aldeamento turístico.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Ele, como homem que é, chama-lhe barraca, vá depois de alguma insistência minha passou a chamar-lhe barraca palace!! ahahah o que eu me ri à conta disto!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Uma tendinha toda fofinha com lounge e suite imperial, é qualquer coisinha sim?! Nós não nos ficamos por uma assoalhada única, nunca menos que um T1! eheheheh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Meus caros, se por acaso virem por aí um casal doido varrido da cabeça, perto de uma Quechua gira de cair pró lado com um símbolo, uma placa, qualquer coisa a dizer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Barraca Palace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;, por favor afastem-se, que não recomendo a aproximação de nenhum género, é que não se sabe o k vai sair dali...&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/4786548369360818768-3316635984625724329?l=miss-r-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-r-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/3316635984625724329/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4786548369360818768&amp;postID=3316635984625724329&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786548369360818768/posts/default/3316635984625724329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786548369360818768/posts/default/3316635984625724329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-r-blog.blogspot.com/2010/07/as-minhas-ferias-vao-ser-uma-verdadeira_16.html' title='As minhas férias vão ser uma verdadeira aventura #2'/><author><name>Miss R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13531658757738887419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k8JpLQoZJ0U/SXdBOCowngI/AAAAAAAAAIc/51UqwQoLgJU/S220/foto_miss_r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4786548369360818768.post-1798496582796902167</id><published>2010-07-15T17:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T17:29:36.170+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Hoje vamos fazer uma visitinha à Decathlon, para ver o que é que vamos comprar!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Prevejo um serão muito animado!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Eu dou-lhe cabo da cabeça, ele até me diz às vezes:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Epa, só me apetece bater-te!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Eheheh e eu fico extasiada quando ele diz isso!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Fica a perguntinha do dia:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Amor aquela tenda&amp;nbsp;tão&amp;nbsp;gira da Quechua que me mostraste há bocado...por acaso não há noutras cores??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;(resposta da minha colega aqui do escritório: oh minha menina, tás a escolher uma tenda, não tás a comprar sapatos e malas)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Resposta dele: (olhar para mim com aquele ar bem reprovador mas ao mesmo tempo com uma enorme vontade de rir) Vai pó Ca*****!!! (mas disse aquilo num tom, que nos desatámos os dois a rir a gargalhada)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;E é isto que anima os meus dias aqui no escritório!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Tou em pulgas pra ver a aventura que vai ser a nossa visita de mais logo à noite!&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/4786548369360818768-1798496582796902167?l=miss-r-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-r-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/1798496582796902167/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4786548369360818768&amp;postID=1798496582796902167&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786548369360818768/posts/default/1798496582796902167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786548369360818768/posts/default/1798496582796902167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-r-blog.blogspot.com/2010/07/hoje-vamos-fazer-uma-visitinha.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13531658757738887419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k8JpLQoZJ0U/SXdBOCowngI/AAAAAAAAAIc/51UqwQoLgJU/S220/foto_miss_r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4786548369360818768.post-7892002008543266235</id><published>2010-07-15T14:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T14:01:12.113+01:00</updated><title type='text'>As minhas férias vão ser uma verdadeira aventura....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Faltam precisamente 8 dias úteis para entrar de férias!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Estas férias vão ser uma verdadeira aventura, vão ser umas férias totalmente diferentes de tudo o que estou habituada!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Quem me conhece sabe que a associação entre mim e tudo o que se relacione com campismo, não tem muito a ver, mas este ano vou fazer a minha 3ª tentativa, mas desconfio que vou adorar, pela companhia, porque acho que vai ser giríssimo, e porque de vez em quando também é tão bom andarmos nada preocupados com a imagem e com o parecer bem em todo o lado e a toda a gente!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;E depois, esta é uma das maiores provas de amor que lhe posso dar, porque apesar de achar que vou gostar e blá blá blá, o campismo não é de todo a minha praia!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Mas que estou entusiasmada com a ideia, lá isso estou...especialmente por saber que ele quer tornar uma tenda de campismo (giríssima, que vamos comprar) num sítio o mais confortável possível, só para eu gostar e aproveitar!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;E como eu lhe disse ontem:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Não são os locais que são inesquecíveis, são as pessoas!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/4786548369360818768-7892002008543266235?l=miss-r-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-r-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/7892002008543266235/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4786548369360818768&amp;postID=7892002008543266235&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786548369360818768/posts/default/7892002008543266235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786548369360818768/posts/default/7892002008543266235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-r-blog.blogspot.com/2010/07/as-minhas-ferias-vao-ser-uma-verdadeira.html' title='As minhas férias vão ser uma verdadeira aventura....'/><author><name>Miss R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13531658757738887419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k8JpLQoZJ0U/SXdBOCowngI/AAAAAAAAAIc/51UqwQoLgJU/S220/foto_miss_r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4786548369360818768.post-5754145838311515212</id><published>2010-07-11T17:02:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T17:02:26.760+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Optimus Alive 2010 #2</title><content type='html'>Ontem o Eddie Vedder disse que aquele era o último concerto deles, não para sempre, mas por muito tempo!&lt;br /&gt;Só espero que voltem e bem depressa, que uma voz como a dele não pode andar escondida!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4786548369360818768-5754145838311515212?l=miss-r-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-r-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/5754145838311515212/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4786548369360818768&amp;postID=5754145838311515212&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786548369360818768/posts/default/5754145838311515212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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eu que não sei porquê, sou sempre revistada até aos ossos, só tive que abrir a mala e pronto!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Quanto aos concertos, gostei muito de Gogol, não conhecia, mas o meu homem fez questão der me explicar muito bem e eu gostei muito daquilo, depois seguiu-se a minha banda, os meus queridos Pearl Jam, que amei, não sei, não tenho palavras para descrever, especialmente quando o Eddie cantou as minhas musicas favoritas: Black, Nothing Man e Just Breathe, quase que fui às lágrimas, foi realmente maravilhosoooo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Depois seguimos para o Palco Super Bock para ver uma dupla muito mais a frente: Croockers. Que foi brutal, um som electrizante que não deixava ninguém parado, aquilo era tecno mas do muito bom, fiquei super fã.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;No fim ainda vimos um bocadinho dos homens da luta mas acabámos por vir embora, que já não dava mais, estávamos tão mas tão "cansados" e tão mas tão "fodidinhos" da cabeça que tivemos mesmo que vir embora.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Hoje não me sinto da cintura para baixo, pernas, pés e tornozelos, tudinhooo, mas todas estas dorzinhas, valeram muito a pena!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-1GyPlDSIsU&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-1GyPlDSIsU&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gWZimQNIDg0&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1?color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&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/gWZimQNIDg0&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1?color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" 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;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wBpUbaqrOCM&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1?color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&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/wBpUbaqrOCM&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1?color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" 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;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3iCYeslMDg0&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1?color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&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/3iCYeslMDg0&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1?color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4786548369360818768-2396881307626356298?l=miss-r-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-r-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/2396881307626356298/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4786548369360818768&amp;postID=2396881307626356298&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786548369360818768/posts/default/2396881307626356298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786548369360818768/posts/default/2396881307626356298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-r-blog.blogspot.com/2010/07/optimus-alive-2010.html' title='Optimus Alive 2010'/><author><name>Miss R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13531658757738887419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k8JpLQoZJ0U/SXdBOCowngI/AAAAAAAAAIc/51UqwQoLgJU/S220/foto_miss_r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4786548369360818768.post-2700459635451995754</id><published>2010-07-05T00:55:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T00:55:08.155+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Lovelly Weekend...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EiySxd61Fvg/SayJdUoL_4I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/lqfILZjRDC8/s1600/DSCF4174-749057.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="191" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EiySxd61Fvg/SayJdUoL_4I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/lqfILZjRDC8/s400/DSCF4174-749057.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Fim de semana maravilhoso, como não tinha há muito tempo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Muito calor, no &lt;i&gt;my special place&lt;/i&gt;, com pessoas que adoro e com o &lt;i&gt;my really special one&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Noite de sábado para recordar, a ouvir as ondas do mar, a tocar viola e a cantar...tão, mas tão bom, que não me vou esquecer...foi algo muito especial!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Dizem que inesquecíveis não são os locais mas sim as pessoas, mas eu cá tenho muitas dúvidas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Para mim aquele local é inesquecível e com ele TUDO é perfeito!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Hoje estou a transbordar de felicidade, tenho o coração enorme, muito maior do que todo o meu tamanho!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tiagojoker.files.wordpress.com/2009/10/amor.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="253" src="http://tiagojoker.files.wordpress.com/2009/10/amor.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Imagens: Google&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/4786548369360818768-2700459635451995754?l=miss-r-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-r-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/2700459635451995754/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4786548369360818768&amp;postID=2700459635451995754&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786548369360818768/posts/default/2700459635451995754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786548369360818768/posts/default/2700459635451995754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-r-blog.blogspot.com/2010/07/lovelly-weekend.html' title='Lovelly Weekend...'/><author><name>Miss R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13531658757738887419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k8JpLQoZJ0U/SXdBOCowngI/AAAAAAAAAIc/51UqwQoLgJU/S220/foto_miss_r.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EiySxd61Fvg/SayJdUoL_4I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/lqfILZjRDC8/s72-c/DSCF4174-749057.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4786548369360818768.post-2413074787261675213</id><published>2010-06-29T18:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T18:01:07.420+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k8JpLQoZJ0U/TCollwimEtI/AAAAAAAAATU/PmWvf9gRyOA/s1600/Mundial_PTvsESP.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k8JpLQoZJ0U/TCollwimEtI/AAAAAAAAATU/PmWvf9gRyOA/s320/Mundial_PTvsESP.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lá vou eu mais o babe ver a nossa Selecção!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para hoje, que venha a Padeira de Aljubarrota, o Nuno Alvares Pereira e quiçá o Cristiano Ronaldo abra uma excepção e marque golos por PORTUGAL!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4786548369360818768-2413074787261675213?l=miss-r-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-r-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/2413074787261675213/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4786548369360818768&amp;postID=2413074787261675213&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786548369360818768/posts/default/2413074787261675213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786548369360818768/posts/default/2413074787261675213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-r-blog.blogspot.com/2010/06/la-vou-eu-mais-o-babe-ver-nossa.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13531658757738887419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k8JpLQoZJ0U/SXdBOCowngI/AAAAAAAAAIc/51UqwQoLgJU/S220/foto_miss_r.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k8JpLQoZJ0U/TCollwimEtI/AAAAAAAAATU/PmWvf9gRyOA/s72-c/Mundial_PTvsESP.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4786548369360818768.post-8161356732870487574</id><published>2010-06-25T09:47:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T09:47:33.083+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Uma Aventura numa Sex Shop!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Urpi6B9WQRo/Rn0bqkJMdlI/AAAAAAAAAHg/HvoV8C7maCQ/s1600/animat%C3%B3grafo+do+Rossio+-+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Urpi6B9WQRo/Rn0bqkJMdlI/AAAAAAAAAHg/HvoV8C7maCQ/s400/animat%C3%B3grafo+do+Rossio+-+1.jpg" width="347" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Ontem euzinha e a S. fomos a uma Sex Shop para eu comprar uma prendinha para o aniversário de uma amiga! Em conversa, já tinhamos combinado que só&amp;nbsp;íamos&amp;nbsp;aquelas mais decentezinhas que não tivessem as belas das cabines com filmes, então fomos a uma loja que ela&amp;nbsp;já&amp;nbsp;tinha ouvido falar ser muito boa, e lá fomos nós todas pimponas. Efectivamente a loja diz que é muito conhecida, mas aquilo era tudo em um, ele era loja, ele era Peep Show com Live Girls (não era com filmezinho mixuruca não, era com menina ali ao vivo) e até tinha Privado e tudo...uma loucura. A aventura que foi nós a entrar por ali dentro, estavam lá dois empregados que ficaram pasmos a olhar pra nós, um por seguinte era brasileiro, mas muito muito simpático, um querido que até me fez uma visita guiada a loja, explicando ao pormenor certos e determinados artigos, um must.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Mas ele nunca pensou que nós fossemos comprar alguma coisa, eu acho que ele pensava que só&amp;nbsp;queríamos&amp;nbsp;ver as coisas e ir ali por brincadeira, quando ele viu que realmente eu ia comprar a prenda da amiga todo ele sorriu e quando eu comprei também uma certa e determinada prenda para o namorado então aí foi o&amp;nbsp;êxtase, o rapaz todo ele se desfez em simpatia, até deu para discutirmos futebol e eu lhe dizer que o Brasil hoje nem vai ganhar aos &lt;i&gt;tugas&lt;/i&gt; nem nada, e isto tudo tão subtilmente que ele nem se chateou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Entretanto, lá dentro da loja, fui abordada por um sujeito africano que tinha um bafo a vinho tão grande que eu ia entrando em coma alcoólico, e que me diz o seguinte, enquanto apontava para as &lt;i&gt;pussy's:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Sujeito: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Gostava de experimentar uma coisa destas, você (falando para mim) não gostava??&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Eu respondo:&lt;/span&gt; Ah eu não, até porque isso era bom era para si, é que eu já tenho uma e bem verdadeira!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Posto isto, o homem deve ter ficado tão surpreso com a minha resposta que depois até veio ter connosco e pediu desculpa e tudo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;A parte melhor da aventura foi mesmo, eu, toda cheia de mim, a sair da cortina vermelha de saquinho em punho, como se tivesse ido ali à Zara comprar um top, e um bando de coisas que dizem que são homens a olhar para quem saía da loja e a comentar tudo e mais uma coisa, ao que eu, claro, tive que responder!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Mas a prenda que eu comprei para a minha amiga é tão mas tão catita!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/4786548369360818768-8161356732870487574?l=miss-r-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-r-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/8161356732870487574/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4786548369360818768&amp;postID=8161356732870487574&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786548369360818768/posts/default/8161356732870487574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786548369360818768/posts/default/8161356732870487574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-r-blog.blogspot.com/2010/06/uma-aventura-numa-sex-shop.html' title='Uma Aventura numa Sex Shop!!'/><author><name>Miss R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13531658757738887419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k8JpLQoZJ0U/SXdBOCowngI/AAAAAAAAAIc/51UqwQoLgJU/S220/foto_miss_r.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Urpi6B9WQRo/Rn0bqkJMdlI/AAAAAAAAAHg/HvoV8C7maCQ/s72-c/animat%C3%B3grafo+do+Rossio+-+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4786548369360818768.post-7849652468689834532</id><published>2010-06-24T14:50:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T14:54:06.348+01:00</updated><title type='text'>SATC 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Sobre o filme, só tenho a dizer que é &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;amazing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Bem a parte da Liza Minelli a imitar a Beyoncé é que era escusada, que a senhora já não vai pra nova e aquelas coreografias e os grandes planos da senhora não a favoreciam muito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Muita risada, até o meu homem gostou do filme, vá não tanto como eu, mas eles homens não entendem bem a linguagem Prada, Manolo Blanik, Valentino, Vintage, Christian Louboutin, nem entendem o que ela significa, por isso é obvio que ele não ia gostar tanto como eu, e ainda bem, senão tenho para mim que haveria ali algum problemazinho gravíssimo!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;O ponto alto da sessão de cinema foi mesmo na fila da frente. Estavam 2 casais de&amp;nbsp;miúdos, 15 anos, vá, 16 no máximo, e uma das&amp;nbsp;miúdas&amp;nbsp;era completamente histérica, ela não ria, ela simplesmente guinchava, a sério, um completo suplício, entao quando havia cenas de pseudo sexo e homens semi-nus, ela passava-se, começava a rir e aos gritinhos, ou melhor, não eram gritinhos eram gritões, a sério, um terror, tenho pra mim que ela enquanto via o filme devia estar a ter orgasmos multiplos e daqueles bem barulhentos! LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&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/4786548369360818768-7849652468689834532?l=miss-r-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-r-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/7849652468689834532/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4786548369360818768&amp;postID=7849652468689834532&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786548369360818768/posts/default/7849652468689834532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786548369360818768/posts/default/7849652468689834532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-r-blog.blogspot.com/2010/06/satc-2.html' title='SATC 2'/><author><name>Miss R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13531658757738887419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k8JpLQoZJ0U/SXdBOCowngI/AAAAAAAAAIc/51UqwQoLgJU/S220/foto_miss_r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4786548369360818768.post-5699204531247133863</id><published>2010-06-23T14:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T14:13:24.598+01:00</updated><title type='text'>2 meses...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Estes últimos 2 meses têm sido os melhores, da minha vida! Nesta nova fase tudo me corre tão bem! E em muito, vá 99,99% graças a ele e aos amigos que me rodeiam!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Hoje estou feliz que até dóiiiiii!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SJAQs5EjObA&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&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/SJAQs5EjObA&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Esta música sempre fez e continua a fazer muito sentido, especialmente desde que ele a cantou para mim quase ao ouvido!!&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/4786548369360818768-5699204531247133863?l=miss-r-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-r-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/5699204531247133863/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4786548369360818768&amp;postID=5699204531247133863&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786548369360818768/posts/default/5699204531247133863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786548369360818768/posts/default/5699204531247133863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-r-blog.blogspot.com/2010/06/2-meses.html' title='2 meses...'/><author><name>Miss R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13531658757738887419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k8JpLQoZJ0U/SXdBOCowngI/AAAAAAAAAIc/51UqwQoLgJU/S220/foto_miss_r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4786548369360818768.post-1543895439248396694</id><published>2010-06-23T13:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T13:46:07.337+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zonlusomundo.pt/RenderImage.ashx?file=42011.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ru="true" src="http://www.zonlusomundo.pt/RenderImage.ashx?file=42011.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Finalmente...é hoje que ele me vai levar a ver o tão desejado SATC 2.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Muita expectativa quanto ao filme, mas hoje é um dia especial e não há nada que me ponha mal dispostinha!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4786548369360818768-1543895439248396694?l=miss-r-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-r-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/1543895439248396694/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4786548369360818768&amp;postID=1543895439248396694&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786548369360818768/posts/default/1543895439248396694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786548369360818768/posts/default/1543895439248396694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-r-blog.blogspot.com/2010/06/finalmente.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13531658757738887419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k8JpLQoZJ0U/SXdBOCowngI/AAAAAAAAAIc/51UqwQoLgJU/S220/foto_miss_r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4786548369360818768.post-1858023653350961522</id><published>2010-06-22T11:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T11:58:53.671+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://jornalsanitario.files.wordpress.com/2008/09/de_maos_dadas1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="256" ru="true" src="http://jornalsanitario.files.wordpress.com/2008/09/de_maos_dadas1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Nisto das relações e do amor nem tudo corre bem à primeira, e por vezes temos que falar e expor pontos de vista, falar do que está bem e do que está menos bem, e eu com o meu feitiozinho, digo-lhe tudo o que penso, ou não fosse ele o meu melhor amigo, que me dá conselhos, que me ralha e me dá sermões e missa cantada. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Parece que a nossa ultima conversa deu frutos, muitos frutos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Apesar de ele ser tão ou mais orgulhoso que eu, tou a voltar a ver o &lt;em&gt;gajo&lt;/em&gt; por quem me apaixonei há tantos anos, mas que por qualquer razão, só nos revelámos agora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Também por estar a viver tudo isto, quem me conhece bem, sabe que estou a viver the time of my life, é sem duvida a melhor fase da minha vida, a mais feliz e confiante de sempre!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Ontem tive direito a uma surprise, um convite para jantar em casa dele, só nos os 2, como eu gosto. Preparou-me um jantarinho muito bom, uma sobremesa melhor ainda e miminhos muitos muitos miminhos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Há realmente dias muito bons e quase inigualáveis, e o dia de ontem foi um deles!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4786548369360818768-1858023653350961522?l=miss-r-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-r-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/1858023653350961522/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4786548369360818768&amp;postID=1858023653350961522&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786548369360818768/posts/default/1858023653350961522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786548369360818768/posts/default/1858023653350961522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-r-blog.blogspot.com/2010/06/nisto-das-relacoes-e-do-amor-nem-tudo.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13531658757738887419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k8JpLQoZJ0U/SXdBOCowngI/AAAAAAAAAIc/51UqwQoLgJU/S220/foto_miss_r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4786548369360818768.post-2202212389521738112</id><published>2010-06-21T17:16:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T17:16:26.239+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;O fim de semana foi muito bom, começou da melhor forma, almocinho em santarem, uma &lt;em&gt;sushisada&lt;/em&gt; num japonês tão, mas tão bom, com a companhia da amiga S. e muita conversa à mistura.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k8JpLQoZJ0U/TB-GrqryXuI/AAAAAAAAATE/bhm1L7F8_Pc/s1600/sushizada.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ru="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k8JpLQoZJ0U/TB-GrqryXuI/AAAAAAAAATE/bhm1L7F8_Pc/s320/sushizada.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;Claro está que depois fomos "bater perna" para o shopping, a ver se faziamos exercício, sim que andar as compras é um grande exercício, especialmente de dedo a marcar o código do multibanco!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;Entrei na Stradivárius, só para dar uma voltinha quando me deparei com uns sapatos que olharam para mim com aquele arzinho abandonado a pedir encarecidamente para eu os trazer, e eu que não sou menina de olhar para o lado, lá os deixei vir comigo. Até que nem foram caros (39,90 €), mas para mim, são lindos que dói!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k8JpLQoZJ0U/TB-O-03l8XI/AAAAAAAAATM/pFi8eOqAPug/s1600/Stradivarius.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" ru="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k8JpLQoZJ0U/TB-O-03l8XI/AAAAAAAAATM/pFi8eOqAPug/s400/Stradivarius.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4786548369360818768-2202212389521738112?l=miss-r-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-r-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/2202212389521738112/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4786548369360818768&amp;postID=2202212389521738112&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786548369360818768/posts/default/2202212389521738112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786548369360818768/posts/default/2202212389521738112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-r-blog.blogspot.com/2010/06/o-fim-de-semana-foi-muito-bom-comecou.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13531658757738887419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k8JpLQoZJ0U/SXdBOCowngI/AAAAAAAAAIc/51UqwQoLgJU/S220/foto_miss_r.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k8JpLQoZJ0U/TB-GrqryXuI/AAAAAAAAATE/bhm1L7F8_Pc/s72-c/sushizada.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4786548369360818768.post-8538678913081240713</id><published>2010-06-21T15:02:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T15:06:43.375+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Portugaaaalllll: Como passar de besta a bestial em 90 minutos!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QrpuUsnpEGU/SwRqvgdPxgI/AAAAAAAACtk/ry7arHulMew/s1600/portugal+mundial+2010.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="283" ru="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QrpuUsnpEGU/SwRqvgdPxgI/AAAAAAAACtk/ry7arHulMew/s400/portugal+mundial+2010.bmp" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;POOOORTUUUUG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;AAAA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;ALLLLLLLLLL&lt;/span&gt;&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;Assim é que eu gosto deles, bem afinadinhos, com os pézinhos virados para a baliza!!&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;Mas 7-0 ??? Não era preciso tanto, mas agora já está!! &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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Próximo desejo: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&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;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Jogar tão bem ou melhor ainda com o Brazil sim????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;Gostava tanto de ver os Tugas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #274e13;"&gt;a&amp;nbsp;enfiarem Vuvuzelas pelo cuzinho dos Brasileiros!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Só um aparte: lá por meterem 7 golaços, não quer dizer que eu tenha passado a&amp;nbsp;gostar do Queirós...pronto tenho dito!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4786548369360818768-8538678913081240713?l=miss-r-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-r-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/8538678913081240713/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4786548369360818768&amp;postID=8538678913081240713&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786548369360818768/posts/default/8538678913081240713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786548369360818768/posts/default/8538678913081240713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-r-blog.blogspot.com/2010/06/portugaaaalllll-como-passar-de-besta.html' title='Portugaaaalllll: Como passar de besta a bestial em 90 minutos!!!!'/><author><name>Miss R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13531658757738887419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k8JpLQoZJ0U/SXdBOCowngI/AAAAAAAAAIc/51UqwQoLgJU/S220/foto_miss_r.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QrpuUsnpEGU/SwRqvgdPxgI/AAAAAAAACtk/ry7arHulMew/s72-c/portugal+mundial+2010.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4786548369360818768.post-8806973040342313375</id><published>2010-06-21T12:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T12:02:04.931+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends will be friends...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://upalupa.files.wordpress.com/2008/11/amigos-121.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://upalupa.files.wordpress.com/2008/11/amigos-121.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's so easy now, cos you got friends you can trust, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Friends will be friends, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you're in need of love they give you care and attention, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Friends will be friends, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you're through with life and all hope is lost, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hold out your hand cos friends will be friends (right till the end)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Friends will be friends - Queen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;As amizades deveriam ser assim tal como esta musiquinha... &lt;br /&gt;Sinceras &lt;br /&gt;Leais &lt;br /&gt;Sem esquemas &lt;br /&gt;Sem invejas &lt;br /&gt;Sem ciumes &lt;br /&gt;Simplesmente puras &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Tenho amigas que de facto são isto tudo e muito mais, mas também tenho outras que...enfim!!! Nem comento.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4786548369360818768-8806973040342313375?l=miss-r-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-r-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/8806973040342313375/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4786548369360818768&amp;postID=8806973040342313375&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786548369360818768/posts/default/8806973040342313375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786548369360818768/posts/default/8806973040342313375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-r-blog.blogspot.com/2010/06/friends-will-be-friends.html' title='Friends will be friends...'/><author><name>Miss R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13531658757738887419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k8JpLQoZJ0U/SXdBOCowngI/AAAAAAAAAIc/51UqwQoLgJU/S220/foto_miss_r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4786548369360818768.post-8490749753717254011</id><published>2010-06-18T17:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T17:59:40.475+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Finalmente é sexta-feira, esta semana foi dura dura dura, depois de duas semanas a trabalhar 3 dias/semana, ter que trabalhar 5 dias consecutivos foi uma verdadeira afronta!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Este fim de semana não tenho cá o babe, que vai pró meio do mato dar tiros em nada e em coisa nenhuma, pronto vá, são capazes de acertar em alguma coisa, é o que dá ter 1 homem que venera o &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Airsoft"&gt;airsoft&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mas até nem é mau de todo ele não estar cá, amanha vou dar uma voltinha até à Golegã e a Santarém&amp;nbsp;com a amiga S. e a noitinha será o White Sensation. Domingo talvez seja dia de prainha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4786548369360818768-8490749753717254011?l=miss-r-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-r-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/8490749753717254011/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4786548369360818768&amp;postID=8490749753717254011&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786548369360818768/posts/default/8490749753717254011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786548369360818768/posts/default/8490749753717254011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-r-blog.blogspot.com/2010/06/finally-weekend.html' title='Finally Weekend'/><author><name>Miss R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13531658757738887419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k8JpLQoZJ0U/SXdBOCowngI/AAAAAAAAAIc/51UqwQoLgJU/S220/foto_miss_r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4786548369360818768.post-76493088357643895</id><published>2010-06-18T17:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T17:52:57.126+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lucky i&apos;m in love with my bestfriend'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.digital-tv.co.uk/blog/wp-content/uploads/2008/09/10-days.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" qu="true" src="http://www.digital-tv.co.uk/blog/wp-content/uploads/2008/09/10-days.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Os homens são de facto a nossa eterna dor de cabeça, nunca sabem o que querem, ou melhor, saber até sabem, têm é uma estranha forma de demonstrar. Obviamente que o meu homem não é excepção. É um querido, um amoroso mas de vez em quando esquece-se que de vez em quando tem que demonstrar que gosta de mim, dar uns miminhos aqui à sua babe, termos momentos juntinhos os 2 e só os 2. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;E eu que não me calo com nada, de vez em quando tenho que o abanar e fazê-lo acordar para a vidinha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Mas no fundinho, detesto e não consigo chatear-me com ele, hoje chateei-me e ele percebeu só pela minha cara que tinha ficado chateada, e depois lá tive que o abanar e parece que resultou. O que mais me enerva é que ele me dá razão, mas depois puuuffff, esquece-se...típico dos homens! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Mas à parte destas situaçõezinhas, ele é TUDO o que eu sempre quis num homem, bom, talvez algumas arestas tenham que ser limadas, mas muito pouquinhas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;E quando aqueles olhões azuis se cruzam com os meus verdes, há de facto uma faísca, uma coisa qualquer, inexplicável!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Como eu ja referi, somos colegas de trabalho, há bocado para se redimir, apareceu aqui de rompante no escritório, apanhou-me sozinha e desprevenida, e deu-me beijinhooos e pronto, perante isto, eu não consigo resistir!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4786548369360818768-76493088357643895?l=miss-r-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-r-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/76493088357643895/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4786548369360818768&amp;postID=76493088357643895&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786548369360818768/posts/default/76493088357643895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786548369360818768/posts/default/76493088357643895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-r-blog.blogspot.com/2010/06/os-homens-sao-de-facto-nossa-eterna-dor.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13531658757738887419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k8JpLQoZJ0U/SXdBOCowngI/AAAAAAAAAIc/51UqwQoLgJU/S220/foto_miss_r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4786548369360818768.post-453678024707948473</id><published>2010-06-16T09:26:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T10:41:48.056+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Festejos do Mundial...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ontem ia eu muito bem descansadinha beber um cafezito com o "&lt;em&gt;babe&lt;/em&gt;" ao Parque das Nações quando vejo uma multidão de Brasileiros, SIM, Brasileiros a ocupar literalmente a estrada, ele disse para eu voltar para trás mas como euzinha sou teimosa que até dói, resolvi avançar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Para começar não estava com o meu carro, tava com o carro da mammy, o belo do Mini Cooper, logo, a preocupação é a dobrar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Começo a andar muito devagarinho para me ver livre daquilo que já me estava a dar nauseas. Aquela gente a festejar metia NOJO, aliás como já metem todos os dias!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Eram as brasileiras com aquele ar que só elas têm de &lt;em&gt;puta-de-vão-de-escada&lt;/em&gt; a rebolarem-se a frente do carro, a dançar de uma forma, que era tudo menos sexy, depois eram os brasileiros a dançar da mesma forma. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Para que não bastasse já este tipo de comportamento, ainda se vieram sentar em cima do capot do carro e depois começaram a abanar o carro e eu começei a sair d mim e começei a andar com o carro, ainda me taparam o vidro da frente com uma bandeira, mas eu andei na mesma, sempre a andar devagarinho, até me ver livre deles!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Foi horrível, aquela gentinha não tem a mínima noção das coisas, não sabem festejar só por eles, e só com eles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A sério, hoje estou possessa e com um sentimento bem mais afirmado....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Detesto brasileiros...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Só espero que nos próximos tempos não tenha outro episódio destes!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4786548369360818768-453678024707948473?l=miss-r-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-r-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/453678024707948473/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4786548369360818768&amp;postID=453678024707948473&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786548369360818768/posts/default/453678024707948473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786548369360818768/posts/default/453678024707948473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-r-blog.blogspot.com/2010/06/festejos-do-mundial.html' title='Festejos do Mundial...'/><author><name>Miss R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13531658757738887419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k8JpLQoZJ0U/SXdBOCowngI/AAAAAAAAAIc/51UqwQoLgJU/S220/foto_miss_r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4786548369360818768.post-1057885870497247114</id><published>2010-06-16T09:23:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T09:26:17.191+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Quanto à exibição de Portugal ontem, não me apetece dizer nadinha de nada sobre isso. Foi uma vergonha, mas pior que isso é a merda de seleccionador que temos a acumular com a merda do vedetismo que atingiu alguns dos nossos jogadores, e que acham que se jogarem mal toda a gente os perdoa!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4786548369360818768-1057885870497247114?l=miss-r-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-r-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/1057885870497247114/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4786548369360818768&amp;postID=1057885870497247114&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786548369360818768/posts/default/1057885870497247114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786548369360818768/posts/default/1057885870497247114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-r-blog.blogspot.com/2010/06/quanto-exibicao-de-portugal-ontem-nao.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13531658757738887419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k8JpLQoZJ0U/SXdBOCowngI/AAAAAAAAAIc/51UqwQoLgJU/S220/foto_miss_r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4786548369360818768.post-6180109414048602433</id><published>2010-06-13T23:35:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T17:24:22.612+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ai meu rico Santo Antoninho...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.festasdelisboa.com/application/uploads/arraiais.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 374px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 221px; CURSOR: pointer" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.festasdelisboa.com/application/uploads/arraiais.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;A noite de santos populares começou bem cedinho, la fomos para a jantarada típica, e sim comi a primeira sardinha do ano que estava bem boazinha, depois la andamos nós de tasco em tasco, a bater perna por essa Lisboa fora. É de salientar que encontrámos pessoas bastante simpáticas, a começar logo pelo grupo que estava ao nosso lado no restaurante, mas em contrapartida também vi muita gentinha snob, com a mania que tem o narizinho empinado a olhar de soslaio para todos aqueles que dançavam, cantavam, bebiam, se divertiam e tudo mais. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Aquele tipo de gente irritou-me tanto, mas tanto...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;É que eu ate me atrevo a perguntar, mas por que raio vao estes enjoados de merda para a noite dos Santos??&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Mas fora isso, acho que foi mesmo maravilhoso, também pela companhia, por tudo o que nos envolvia.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Enfim...o Santo Antoninho também serve para toda uma celebração amorosa!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Acabei a noite feliz, feliz, feliz!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4786548369360818768-6180109414048602433?l=miss-r-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-r-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/6180109414048602433/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4786548369360818768&amp;postID=6180109414048602433&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786548369360818768/posts/default/6180109414048602433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786548369360818768/posts/default/6180109414048602433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-r-blog.blogspot.com/2010/06/ai-meu-rico-santo-antoninho.html' title='Ai meu rico Santo Antoninho...'/><author><name>Miss R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13531658757738887419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k8JpLQoZJ0U/SXdBOCowngI/AAAAAAAAAIc/51UqwQoLgJU/S220/foto_miss_r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4786548369360818768.post-286743234090724834</id><published>2010-06-08T13:55:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T15:39:40.100+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i00.rnhh.de/eu/shared-images/blog/2009/07/prince-of-persia3.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://host.trivialbeing.org/up/small/prince-of-persia-20090723-prince-poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 410px; display: block; height: 594px;" alt="" src="http://host.trivialbeing.org/up/small/prince-of-persia-20090723-prince-poster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sexta feira foi dia de cineminha, e adoreiiiii.&lt;br /&gt;O filme é maravilhoso,  lindo, chega até a ser um bocadinho comovente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A meio do intervalo do filme vira-se ele para mim e diz: "Fogo, tu és a fotocópia da &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gaja&lt;/span&gt; do filme!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.daemonsmovies.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/08/princeofpersia_jakegyllenhaal_gemmaarterton1-500x321.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i00.rnhh.de/eu/shared-images/blog/2009/07/prince-of-persia3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 285px; height: 344px;" src="http://i00.rnhh.de/eu/shared-images/blog/2009/07/prince-of-persia3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;É certo que eles preferem as mulheres bem resolvidas, decididas, confiantes, mas há coisinhas que deveriam guardar para eles! Resta saber se ele disse aquilo em tom de crítica ou elogio!&lt;br /&gt;Homeeeens...&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/4786548369360818768-286743234090724834?l=miss-r-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-r-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/286743234090724834/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4786548369360818768&amp;postID=286743234090724834&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786548369360818768/posts/default/286743234090724834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786548369360818768/posts/default/286743234090724834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-r-blog.blogspot.com/2010/06/sexta-feira-foi-dia-de-cineminha-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13531658757738887419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k8JpLQoZJ0U/SXdBOCowngI/AAAAAAAAAIc/51UqwQoLgJU/S220/foto_miss_r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4786548369360818768.post-7965598538657679791</id><published>2010-06-08T11:15:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T10:45:40.350+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Um "testesinho" só pa animar o dia!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;table width="200" align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;a href="http://radiocomercial.clix.pt/animar/testes/gelados/index.aspx" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://radiocomercial.clix.pt/animar/testes/gelados/images/resposta_a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;É claro eu, como qualquer pessoa normal, não dou importância a estas coisas, mas que o que me disse o resultado deste teste é &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;verdadinha&lt;/span&gt; da pura, lá isso é!!&lt;br /&gt;Pãozinho sem sal?? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Euzinhaa&lt;/span&gt;?? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Naaaa&lt;/span&gt;. mentira &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;puraaa&lt;/span&gt; e das grandes!&lt;br /&gt;Mas quem me conhece sabe isso muito bem!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4786548369360818768-7965598538657679791?l=miss-r-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-r-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/7965598538657679791/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4786548369360818768&amp;postID=7965598538657679791&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786548369360818768/posts/default/7965598538657679791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786548369360818768/posts/default/7965598538657679791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-r-blog.blogspot.com/2010/06/um-testesinho-so-pa-animar-o-dia.html' title='Um &quot;testesinho&quot; só pa animar o dia!!'/><author><name>Miss R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13531658757738887419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k8JpLQoZJ0U/SXdBOCowngI/AAAAAAAAAIc/51UqwQoLgJU/S220/foto_miss_r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4786548369360818768.post-1748408832398072082</id><published>2010-06-07T17:01:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T17:57:58.626+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Isto hoje em dia há dicas para tudo e pra nada...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Recebi agorinha mesmo, a newsletter da revista &lt;a href="http://www.activa.pt/"&gt;Activa&lt;/a&gt;, em que constava o seguinte artigo:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Como seduzir um homem em 6 passos....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;1.Escolha bem o campo de batalha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Em primeiro lugar, tem de escolher um sítio onde haja homens, mas que não seja:&lt;br /&gt;A) um Estádio: Eles estão demasiado ocupados a gritar ‘ó Veloso, sabes o que é um penálti ou queres que vá aí abaixo mostrar-te?!', e nunca na vida vão estar minimamente abertos aos seus encantos.&lt;br /&gt;B) A Casa do Benfica.&lt;br /&gt;C) Qualquer local onde esteja a dar um jogo e onde tenha de passar por cima das pernas deles em risco de ser barbaramente maltratada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Bom também não sei bem que mulher é que, nestes 3 tipos de cenário vai procurar um homem para seduzir, a menos que seja uma coisa que simplesmente aconteça. Não sei, tenho eu de mim pra mim!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que correu mal no passado&lt;br /&gt;Escolheu um bar movimentado cheio de homens e sem uma águia Vitória à vista. Problema, um bar tem muita concorrência: a loira, treinada, e com menos 24 anos que nós, e, além disso, a partir de uma certa altura já não estamos para aturar joguinhos de sedução.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que pode correr bem no futuro&lt;br /&gt;Prefira a casa de amigos, desde que A) não a tenham convidado para a Final da Taça, e B) Não seja só você e aquele com quem eles a querem juntar, que é demasiado óbvio. Como os amigos já não têm queda para Cupidos, organize um serão e peça a toda a gente que traga um solteiro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;2.Não caia na ilusão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Antes de se deixar apaixonar como se tivesse 15 anos, pense duas vezes nos defeitos dele. Então vamos já começar pelos defeitos? Pois vamos, porque o fracasso da maioria das relações resulta da pessoa apaixonar-se porque está carente e precisa de alguma coisa em que pensar antes de dormir. Claro que, quando dependemos de uma paixão para não morrermos de aborrecimento, geralmente não estamos muito abertas a reparar que ele é mais chato que o patrão, rói as unhas, fica acordado até às quatro da madrugada a plantar tomates no Farmville e não vê água desde que o ‘Titanic' afundou (e ele não ia lá dentro).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Ilusões todas nós temos, mas não me parece que seja tudo assim tão óbvio. Quando nos apaixonamos por alguém é porque tem que ser e pronto. Gostamos de alguém por um ou vários motivos e não me parece que o facto de existirem os vícios já referidos, vá mudar alguma coisa no que nós sentimos. Quanto muito podemos dar umas dicas a ver se ele percebe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;O que correu mal no passado&lt;br /&gt;Ele desviou os olhos e achámos que estava perturbado, ficou calado e pensámos que a paixão lhe estrangulava as cordas vocais, e deu de caras connosco à esquina porque andava a seguir-nos pela calada (pensámos nós). Afinal, ele estava era desinteressado, não tinha conversa, e andava mesmo perdido...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Quando assim é, não há nada a fazer, até porque qualquer mulher que se preze tem que ter amor próprio e por mais que goste dele, acima de tudo, tem que gostar de si própria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que pode correr bem no futuro&lt;br /&gt;Você encontra um homem e em vez de pensar: ‘pronto, é um bocadinho estrábico e não faz muito o meu género, mas a forma como levanta a sobrancelha esquerda é bastante encantadora', pensa: ‘este homem não nasceu para mim'. Nessa noite conhece um amigo de amigos que, ele sim, é giro e tem conversa. Pronto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;3.Não mostre tudo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As mulheres não são visuais. Podem passar-nos trinta vezes à frente a piscar-nos o olho que a gente a única coisa que lhes diz é: "Desculpa, Bernardo Maria, podes sair da frente da televisão que vai começar o ‘Perfeito Coração'?" Em contrapartida, se nos sussurrarem algo ao ouvido (de preferência o esquerdo, segundo concluíram os estudos), até podem ser as cotações da Bolsa que vamos amá-lo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com os homens, não perca tempo a sussurrar-lhes ao ouvido, até porque são todos um bocado surdos.Continuam a amar minissaias e decotes. Enfim, se não quiser apanhar uma broncopneumonia no primeiro encontro (ao contrário daquilo que nos dizem, não vale a pena morrer por amor), leve casaco e tire-o só dentro do restaurante/bar/casa/abrigo de montanha. Não esqueça os saltos altos: mas se não se sentir confortável, mais vale ir de ténis do que passar o serão a cambalear como se tivesse tomado três cachaças antes de sair. Convém esquecer as botas acima do joelho, eles acham que estão a sair com um pescador de camarões à espera da maré. Também não adoram botas pontiagudas, acham que se a coisa der para o torto lhes podemos dar com elas nos, enfim, tornozelos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que correu mal no passado&lt;br /&gt;Ele tocou-lhe à porta e você apareceu-lhe com um lindíssimo conjunto de lingerie vermelha com umas sexy peninhas à frente. Ele fartou-se de espirrar e de dizer que era alérgico a pássaros desde que tinha sido atacado por uma gaivota na Carrapateira aos quatro anos, e nunca mais lhe tocou à porta. Nem ao telemóvel. Nem em mais nenhum - chuif! - botão...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que pode correr bem no futuro&lt;br /&gt;Vista qualquer coisa sexy, mas que não lhe dê o aspecto de quem acabou de sair de uma casa de alterne, senão vão pensar que a mãezinha dele tinha razão e que ele devia era ter saído com a Patrícia Isabel, que é vizinha da mãezinha dele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aiiiii que me vai dar qualquer coisinha!! Não suporto meninos da mamã, em que todos os caminhos vão dar as queridas mamãs e que em tudo ou quase tudo nos comparam com as mamys!! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E sim, uma mulher quando quer ser sexy, sabe muito bem sê-lo, não pode é ter aquele arzinho de "vim agora da aula de pole dancing e não tive tempo de mudar de roupa" tem que ser sexy e natural ao mesmo tempo, dando a entender que é assim todos os dias! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(ATENÇÃO: nadica de nada contra o pole dancing)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;4.Confie em si&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine que deu com o tal que é giro e tem conversa, sendo que:&lt;br /&gt;A) Não estão na Final da Taça,&lt;br /&gt;B) Não é extraterrestre (ou se é, não tem sotaque)&lt;br /&gt;C) Parece interessado em si.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não se enfie no armário dos atoalhados e não se ponha na cozinha a arrumar a loiça, a não ser que queira um fantástico affair com a Bimby. Mostre-se!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Ah agora sim, esta é a grande chave do sucesso, para tudo, não só para as relações amorosas. Uma mulher confiante de si própria é muito mas muito atraente e ´consegue quase sempre tudo o que quer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que correu mal no passado&lt;br /&gt;Achou que ele nunca se ia interessar por alguém e que a coisa mais interessante que fez na vida foi um painel com o Rato Mickey em ponto-cruz para oferecer à tia Adélia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que pode correr bem no futuro&lt;br /&gt;Se não nasceu já a dizer ‘olá mamã, sou fantástica, falo quatro línguas (duas vivas, duas mortas), tenho um mestrado em Teleportação quântica e sou cinturão verde-cianeto em kickboxing, saiba que a autoconfiança é um músculo: também se treina. Claro que não é chegar à sala, seleccionar a vítima e espetar-lhe um palmadão nas costas que o atira em voo picado até à mesa dos salgadinhos, nem passar a noite a contradizer tudo o que ele diz, a não ser que seja futebol, se for futebol, pode dizer o que quiser, pode dizer que o Cristiano Ronaldo estava melhor no Manchester United, já não perdia com equipas da terceira divisão nem tinha bruxos a fazer-lhe macumbas às pernas, que ele vai amar (caso não seja o Cristiano Ronaldo, claro). Mas os homens admiram quem tem conversa. ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;5.Não leve o passado às costas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Assim que encontrar alguém, controle o impulso para lhe contar que o seu ex ao fim de três anos de conto de fadas a enganou com a sua melhor amiga, e que quando chegava mais tarde a casa ou a um encontro dizia que tinha uma reunião, ao menos sempre podia ter arranjado desculpa mais imaginativa, mas não, reunião, e ‘imagina tu que o chefe quer o relatório para amanhã', coitado do chefe, que andava a jogar golfe na Quinta da Beloura e nem sabia o nome dele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que correu mal&lt;br /&gt;O pobre que a ouve começa a ficar com o olhar vidrado, começa a virar as orelhitas para a mesa de trás, mas você vai tão lançada que nem dá por isso, previne-o já que não está para casos sem consequências, que esta vez é que vai ser a sério, e quando ele se levanta com uma desculpa esfarrapada, pensa ‘são todos iguais'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que pode correr bem&lt;br /&gt;Em vez de lhe dizer logo que está a pensar nele como futuro pai/padrasto dos seus filhos e dono dos seus cães, relaxe. Deixe-se ir. O que for será (ou não). Peça mais um café, que agora até se descobriu que faz bem ao colesterol, ao contrário dos desgostos de amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Acho que esta hipótese nem devia ser aqui discutida. O passado é o passado, e não se pode misturar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;6.Tenha estratégia de marketing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toda a gente é a sua própria ‘marca' e temos de saber ‘vender-nos' bem. Como?Puxando pelos seus pontos fortes e escondendo os fracos. Nada nos obriga a dizer no primeiro encontro: "Olha, Bernardo Maria, antes de me conheceres melhor gostaria que soubesses que nunca consegui manter um emprego, tenho três verrugas em locais que a minha modéstia me impede de mencionar, ressono que nem o quartel de bombeiros de Alcabideche, sou invejosa e desonesta, e o meu IMC é superior a 30."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O que correu mal no passado&lt;br /&gt;Achar que, quem gostar de si, tem de gostar de si ‘por aquilo que você é'. Tudo bem: mas não lhe mostre TUDO já! Vá com calma!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que pode correr bem no futuro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seja diferente! Descubra qualquer coisa original que tenha feito na vida, mesmo que nunca se tenha atirado de parapente sobre a serra do Marão soltando gritos de alegria. Ele vai ficar tão impressionado quando você lhe confessar que fala italiano fluentemente e sabe fazer Torresmos à Madeirense que, depois disso, não há nada que lhe chamusque o encanto. Enfim, convém ir com calma naquela história das verrugas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bom, gaja que é gaja, tem os seus atributos, e claro que falamos de propriedades físicas e não só! Há que ter muito cuidadinho com a estética sim senhor, mas o resto também conta e muito. Uma mulher que seja bonita, gira vá, e que saiba estar, saiba falar, tenha uma boa profissão e tudo e tudo e tudo é meio caminho andado para que eles fiquem de beicinho, no fundo o que eles querem é uma gaja boa e inteligente!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Quer dizer, isto é o que eu penso, se cá vier algum senhor ler isto e discordar faça o favor de me corrigir.&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/4786548369360818768-1748408832398072082?l=miss-r-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-r-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/1748408832398072082/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4786548369360818768&amp;postID=1748408832398072082&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786548369360818768/posts/default/1748408832398072082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786548369360818768/posts/default/1748408832398072082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-r-blog.blogspot.com/2010/06/isto-hoje-em-dia-ha-dicas-para-tudo-e.html' title='Isto hoje em dia há dicas para tudo e pra nada...'/><author><name>Miss R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13531658757738887419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k8JpLQoZJ0U/SXdBOCowngI/AAAAAAAAAIc/51UqwQoLgJU/S220/foto_miss_r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4786548369360818768.post-2618719195412029010</id><published>2010-06-07T00:44:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T00:56:01.528+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Musiquinha para hoje....</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MhYs4Ojlt_0&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&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/MhYs4Ojlt_0&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" 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;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Esta musica é linda, diz-me muito e cada vez que a ouço lembro dele e sempre dele e de nós!!&lt;br /&gt;Sou efectivamente uma mulher feliz, em toda a minha plenitude e não há rigorosamente mais nada que eu possa desejar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4786548369360818768-2618719195412029010?l=miss-r-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-r-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/2618719195412029010/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4786548369360818768&amp;postID=2618719195412029010&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786548369360818768/posts/default/2618719195412029010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786548369360818768/posts/default/2618719195412029010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-r-blog.blogspot.com/2010/06/musiquinha-para-hoje.html' title='Musiquinha para hoje....'/><author><name>Miss R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13531658757738887419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k8JpLQoZJ0U/SXdBOCowngI/AAAAAAAAAIc/51UqwQoLgJU/S220/foto_miss_r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4786548369360818768.post-2536898146148623282</id><published>2010-06-07T00:26:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T00:41:00.880+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O que é (muito) bom caba depressa...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.meionorte.com/imagens/COL314Miley-Cyrus-protagoniza-cena-romantica.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 231px;" src="http://www.meionorte.com/imagens/COL314Miley-Cyrus-protagoniza-cena-romantica.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Este fim de semana foi mesmo muito bom! Muito descanso, muito namoro e tudo, e tudo e tudo!!&lt;br /&gt;Só é pena ter passado tudo tão depressa...&lt;br /&gt;Amanha regresso ao trabalhinho mas só por 3 diazinhos!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4786548369360818768-2536898146148623282?l=miss-r-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-r-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/2536898146148623282/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4786548369360818768&amp;postID=2536898146148623282&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786548369360818768/posts/default/2536898146148623282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786548369360818768/posts/default/2536898146148623282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-r-blog.blogspot.com/2010/06/o-que-e-muito-bom-caba-depressa.html' title='O que é (muito) bom caba depressa...'/><author><name>Miss R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13531658757738887419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k8JpLQoZJ0U/SXdBOCowngI/AAAAAAAAAIc/51UqwQoLgJU/S220/foto_miss_r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4786548369360818768.post-8939170067176162225</id><published>2010-06-01T16:34:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T17:16:19.597+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Que bela forma de acabar o dia.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ontem foi um daqueles dias completamente bons e bem dispostos que nem parecia 2ª feira nem nada, mas isto só ate as 18.30, que, depois disso e durante 1 hora ou duas não correu nada bem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ora vejamos, estava eu a estacionar o carrito para ir a depil quando antes d acabar vem um senhor, que por sinal até era romeno, e pumbas leva-me o carro a frente, literalmente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Foi um pranto, ele a discutir comigo a dizer que eu é que tinha a culpa, porque não tinha nada que estar a estacionar ali (atenção que havia ali um estacionamento em espinha mesmo a minha medida) eu nem sequer respondi, aquilo era tão disparatado que preferi esperar pela polícia (1h30 de espera ??!!!!!!).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Moral da História: perdi ali que tempos a enervar-me a espera da PSP, e mais grave ainda, não fiz a depilação!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4786548369360818768-8939170067176162225?l=miss-r-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-r-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/8939170067176162225/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4786548369360818768&amp;postID=8939170067176162225&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786548369360818768/posts/default/8939170067176162225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786548369360818768/posts/default/8939170067176162225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-r-blog.blogspot.com/2010/06/que-bela-forma-de-acabar-o-dia.html' title='Que bela forma de acabar o dia.....'/><author><name>Miss R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13531658757738887419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k8JpLQoZJ0U/SXdBOCowngI/AAAAAAAAAIc/51UqwQoLgJU/S220/foto_miss_r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4786548369360818768.post-3858228690606169687</id><published>2010-05-31T16:36:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T17:40:49.549+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.iwatchstuff.com/2008/06/02/sex-and-city-ladies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 261px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 206px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.iwatchstuff.com/2008/06/02/sex-and-city-ladies.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ao contrario do que inicialmente pensei, o fim-de-semana foi simplesmente maravilhoso, bem e dispendioso também!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sábado "shoppingzanço" com as friends e depois jantarada e depois saída e Domingo passeiozinho até Sesimbra para ver uma prova de Downhill em que o sobrinho mais velho ia participar e aproveitar também um belo dia de praia. Assim se passou um fim de semana que à partida parecia ser uma grande seca, mas até a p*** da constipação me passou!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4786548369360818768-3858228690606169687?l=miss-r-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-r-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/3858228690606169687/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4786548369360818768&amp;postID=3858228690606169687&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786548369360818768/posts/default/3858228690606169687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786548369360818768/posts/default/3858228690606169687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-r-blog.blogspot.com/2010/05/ao-contrario-do-que-inicialmente-pensei.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13531658757738887419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k8JpLQoZJ0U/SXdBOCowngI/AAAAAAAAAIc/51UqwQoLgJU/S220/foto_miss_r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4786548369360818768.post-2175037139747313426</id><published>2010-05-31T14:53:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T16:31:07.852+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.infoescola.com/files/2009/08/small_paixao.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 293px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 170px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.infoescola.com/files/2009/08/small_paixao.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hoje acordei com o coração cheinho, feliz, bem disposta, de bem com a vida, e assim continuei durante todo o dia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Acordei assim apaixonada, pela vida, por mim e por ele!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Quero mais dias destes...oh se quero!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4786548369360818768-2175037139747313426?l=miss-r-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-r-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/2175037139747313426/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4786548369360818768&amp;postID=2175037139747313426&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786548369360818768/posts/default/2175037139747313426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786548369360818768/posts/default/2175037139747313426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-r-blog.blogspot.com/2010/05/hoje-acordei-com-o-coracao-cheinho.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13531658757738887419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k8JpLQoZJ0U/SXdBOCowngI/AAAAAAAAAIc/51UqwQoLgJU/S220/foto_miss_r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4786548369360818768.post-5860283085576045727</id><published>2010-05-28T17:04:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T17:08:35.312+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Alguma vez vos disse que estabelecerem uma relação com um colega de trabalho é muito mau??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;É que as vezes so me apetece chegar a ele e dar-lhe 1beijinho e dar-lhe abracinhos mas n possooo...porque aqui é tudo em segredo!! ahahahah excepto claro quando ele vem ter comigo para me roubar beijinhos as escondidas da minha colega que partilha o escritório comigo! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4786548369360818768-5860283085576045727?l=miss-r-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-r-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/5860283085576045727/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4786548369360818768&amp;postID=5860283085576045727&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786548369360818768/posts/default/5860283085576045727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786548369360818768/posts/default/5860283085576045727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-r-blog.blogspot.com/2010/05/alguma-vez-vos-disse-que-estabelecerem.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13531658757738887419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k8JpLQoZJ0U/SXdBOCowngI/AAAAAAAAAIc/51UqwQoLgJU/S220/foto_miss_r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4786548369360818768.post-421075295078186979</id><published>2010-05-28T16:59:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T17:03:57.828+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Day....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hoje tem sido um dia mau. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Para começar fiquei doentinha, cheia de tosse, com muitas dores de garganta, depois este dia está a ser de loucos com o trabalho e a fazer tudo ao mesmo tempo e para piorar esta sexta-feira, ele vai-se embora daqui a pouco e so volta na 2ª feira. Sim eu sei são só 3 diazinhos mas custa-me pronto!! tou muito habituadinha a tê-lo sempre para mim e agora vai-se embora e eu que como tou doentinha tou bem mais sensível queria que ele ficasse a tomar conta de mim, mas não pode ser!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4786548369360818768-421075295078186979?l=miss-r-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-r-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/421075295078186979/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4786548369360818768&amp;postID=421075295078186979&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786548369360818768/posts/default/421075295078186979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786548369360818768/posts/default/421075295078186979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-r-blog.blogspot.com/2010/05/bad-day.html' title='Bad Day....'/><author><name>Miss R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13531658757738887419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k8JpLQoZJ0U/SXdBOCowngI/AAAAAAAAAIc/51UqwQoLgJU/S220/foto_miss_r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4786548369360818768.post-1000092170907830438</id><published>2010-05-05T16:30:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T16:45:52.988+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k8JpLQoZJ0U/S-GPG1HRLZI/AAAAAAAAASg/41JCOySPC9E/s1600/Nicola.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 348px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 271px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467808770104044946" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k8JpLQoZJ0U/S-GPG1HRLZI/AAAAAAAAASg/41JCOySPC9E/s400/Nicola.bmp" /&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/4786548369360818768-1000092170907830438?l=miss-r-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-r-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/1000092170907830438/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4786548369360818768&amp;postID=1000092170907830438&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786548369360818768/posts/default/1000092170907830438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786548369360818768/posts/default/1000092170907830438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-r-blog.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13531658757738887419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k8JpLQoZJ0U/SXdBOCowngI/AAAAAAAAAIc/51UqwQoLgJU/S220/foto_miss_r.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k8JpLQoZJ0U/S-GPG1HRLZI/AAAAAAAAASg/41JCOySPC9E/s72-c/Nicola.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4786548369360818768.post-6704226261929936148</id><published>2010-03-23T11:53:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-03-23T13:16:08.694Z</updated><title type='text'>Matas-me com o teu olhar....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dJdfaAJwtyQ/SjfWuUjZj7I/AAAAAAAAAtg/t2uo5so5Ap4/s400/homem_chocolate.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 308px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dJdfaAJwtyQ/SjfWuUjZj7I/AAAAAAAAAtg/t2uo5so5Ap4/s400/homem_chocolate.jpeg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Fico completamente a andar a roda quando ele olha fixamente para mim com aquele olhar....&lt;br /&gt;Só me apetece....bem nem digo, para não parecer mal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este fim de semana estavamos numa conversa sobre adereços e o que nós "gajas" faziamos paraficar mais bonitas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ele: ah tas cada vez mais loira, não entendo porquê, a tua cor natural de cabelo é tao linda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Eu: mas eu não gosto de me ver, toda a gente me prefere loirinha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ele: o problema é que não precisas dessas merdas, porque és linda de qualquer maneira!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corei até aos ossos, quis lhe responder mas não fui capaz, fiquei completamente sem palavras!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vale a pena ter momentos assim!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4786548369360818768-6704226261929936148?l=miss-r-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-r-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/6704226261929936148/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4786548369360818768&amp;postID=6704226261929936148&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786548369360818768/posts/default/6704226261929936148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786548369360818768/posts/default/6704226261929936148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-r-blog.blogspot.com/2010/03/matas-me-com-o-teu-olhar.html' title='Matas-me com o teu olhar....'/><author><name>Miss R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13531658757738887419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k8JpLQoZJ0U/SXdBOCowngI/AAAAAAAAAIc/51UqwQoLgJU/S220/foto_miss_r.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dJdfaAJwtyQ/SjfWuUjZj7I/AAAAAAAAAtg/t2uo5so5Ap4/s72-c/homem_chocolate.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4786548369360818768.post-6776884224264663828</id><published>2010-03-19T16:57:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-03-19T17:01:29.814Z</updated><title type='text'>Uma ajudinha!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CC7GQEyIULE/S6DphOk3y6I/AAAAAAAAFjY/mHttsGtLDrg/s400/dog%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 283px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CC7GQEyIULE/S6DphOk3y6I/AAAAAAAAFjY/mHttsGtLDrg/s400/dog%5B1%5D.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tive conhecimento deste anúncio no blog da &lt;a href="http://asnovenomeublogue.blogspot.com/"&gt;Miss Glitering&lt;/a&gt; e não podia deixar de o colocar aqui. Quem me conhece sabe o quanto eu adoro animais, especialmente cães. Por isso mesmo, já liguei para o número acima algumas vezes.&lt;br /&gt;Vá lá, não custa ajudar....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4786548369360818768-6776884224264663828?l=miss-r-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-r-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/6776884224264663828/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4786548369360818768&amp;postID=6776884224264663828&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786548369360818768/posts/default/6776884224264663828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786548369360818768/posts/default/6776884224264663828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-r-blog.blogspot.com/2010/03/uma-ajudinha.html' title='Uma ajudinha!!'/><author><name>Miss R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13531658757738887419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k8JpLQoZJ0U/SXdBOCowngI/AAAAAAAAAIc/51UqwQoLgJU/S220/foto_miss_r.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CC7GQEyIULE/S6DphOk3y6I/AAAAAAAAFjY/mHttsGtLDrg/s72-c/dog%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4786548369360818768.post-2629215701240423816</id><published>2010-03-19T11:10:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-03-19T11:17:02.202Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u4YnAoTTF1c/ScHtajfg2oI/AAAAAAAAAPc/Q7gZmzLNTtA/s400/pai.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 211px; height: 254px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u4YnAoTTF1c/ScHtajfg2oI/AAAAAAAAAPc/Q7gZmzLNTtA/s400/pai.bmp" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hoje, Dia do Pai, deixo aqui um grande beijinho ao meu pai, que AMO mais que tudo, é simplesmente o meu maior orgulho e o meu maior pilar onde me apoio sempre sempre!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Love you Daddy!!&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/4786548369360818768-2629215701240423816?l=miss-r-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-r-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/2629215701240423816/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4786548369360818768&amp;postID=2629215701240423816&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786548369360818768/posts/default/2629215701240423816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786548369360818768/posts/default/2629215701240423816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-r-blog.blogspot.com/2010/03/hoje-dia-do-pai-deixo-aqui-um-grande.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13531658757738887419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k8JpLQoZJ0U/SXdBOCowngI/AAAAAAAAAIc/51UqwQoLgJU/S220/foto_miss_r.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u4YnAoTTF1c/ScHtajfg2oI/AAAAAAAAAPc/Q7gZmzLNTtA/s72-c/pai.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4786548369360818768.post-6110999395336873097</id><published>2010-03-16T14:19:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-03-16T15:02:41.383Z</updated><title type='text'>Do you remember 80's?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.misteriojuvenil.com/piratas_momentomagico.htm"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 191px; height: 68px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k8JpLQoZJ0U/S5-aa3MTYrI/AAAAAAAAASY/ud6uCHhvnZo/s400/misterio+juvenil.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449243860424417970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;(clicar na imagem para visitar o site)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Fiquei a conhecer este site durante os tempos de faculdade, e hoje em conversa com colegas de trabalho, voltei a reencontrar este site com conteúdos muito bons para aqueles que se lembram das décadas de 70, 80 e metade da década de 90 (anúncios, programas de rádio, músicas, etc....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vale mesmo a pena visitar....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4786548369360818768-6110999395336873097?l=miss-r-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-r-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/6110999395336873097/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4786548369360818768&amp;postID=6110999395336873097&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786548369360818768/posts/default/6110999395336873097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786548369360818768/posts/default/6110999395336873097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-r-blog.blogspot.com/2010/03/do-you-remember-80s.html' title='Do you remember 80&apos;s?'/><author><name>Miss R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13531658757738887419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k8JpLQoZJ0U/SXdBOCowngI/AAAAAAAAAIc/51UqwQoLgJU/S220/foto_miss_r.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k8JpLQoZJ0U/S5-aa3MTYrI/AAAAAAAAASY/ud6uCHhvnZo/s72-c/misterio+juvenil.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4786548369360818768.post-7267041120636223682</id><published>2010-03-12T14:54:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-03-12T15:08:51.101Z</updated><title type='text'>Feel Woman 2010....Eu vou lá mimar-me =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k8JpLQoZJ0U/S5pYhsZGKNI/AAAAAAAAASQ/wIhkcc-w0Tc/s1600-h/feelwoman.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 231px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k8JpLQoZJ0U/S5pYhsZGKNI/AAAAAAAAASQ/wIhkcc-w0Tc/s320/feelwoman.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447764035133384914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amanha ao final da tarde, lá vou eu mais a T. mimar-nos à Feel Woman, é que de facto uma pessoa fica soberbamente chateada quando recebe convitezinhos para estes eventos, é o que dá uma pessoa ser social! Enfim...que sacrificio que vamos fazer!!&lt;br /&gt;Ahahah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4786548369360818768-7267041120636223682?l=miss-r-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-r-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/7267041120636223682/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4786548369360818768&amp;postID=7267041120636223682&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786548369360818768/posts/default/7267041120636223682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786548369360818768/posts/default/7267041120636223682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-r-blog.blogspot.com/2010/03/feel-woman-2010eu-vou-la-mimar-me.html' title='Feel Woman 2010....Eu vou lá mimar-me =)'/><author><name>Miss R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13531658757738887419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k8JpLQoZJ0U/SXdBOCowngI/AAAAAAAAAIc/51UqwQoLgJU/S220/foto_miss_r.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k8JpLQoZJ0U/S5pYhsZGKNI/AAAAAAAAASQ/wIhkcc-w0Tc/s72-c/feelwoman.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4786548369360818768.post-7838986479141764111</id><published>2010-03-12T14:52:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-03-12T14:54:15.717Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.olhares.com/data/big/34/348671.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://img.olhares.com/data/big/34/348671.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hoje é um dia feliz para mim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       * Está SOL&lt;br /&gt;       * É SEXTA-FEIRA&lt;br /&gt;       * Vou sair do trabalho daqui a 5 minutos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;São só motivos para festejar!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4786548369360818768-7838986479141764111?l=miss-r-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-r-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/7838986479141764111/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k8JpLQoZJ0U/SXdBOCowngI/AAAAAAAAAIc/51UqwQoLgJU/S220/foto_miss_r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4786548369360818768.post-1777443892619633752</id><published>2010-03-07T22:33:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-03-07T22:35:14.491Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sporting'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Depois de uma fase tão má, ja começa a enjoar tanta goleada seguida!&lt;br /&gt;Mas enquanto assim for, somos felizes =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4786548369360818768-1777443892619633752?l=miss-r-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-r-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/1777443892619633752/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k8JpLQoZJ0U/SXdBOCowngI/AAAAAAAAAIc/51UqwQoLgJU/S220/foto_miss_r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4786548369360818768.post-7044533237492779779</id><published>2010-03-07T22:22:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-03-07T22:24:27.161Z</updated><title type='text'>27 de Março 2010....</title><content type='html'>Vai ser o dia da entrega oficial do meu Diploma de Licenciatura, vai ser 1 dia muito giro e para recordar =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4786548369360818768-7044533237492779779?l=miss-r-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-r-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/7044533237492779779/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k8JpLQoZJ0U/SXdBOCowngI/AAAAAAAAAIc/51UqwQoLgJU/S220/foto_miss_r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4786548369360818768.post-1334588251672414787</id><published>2010-03-02T17:52:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-03-02T17:59:07.155Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k8JpLQoZJ0U/S41QYPkg67I/AAAAAAAAASI/aTXqOmnreyk/s1600-h/DSC00029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k8JpLQoZJ0U/S41QYPkg67I/AAAAAAAAASI/aTXqOmnreyk/s320/DSC00029.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444095901987564466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje tou feliz, em breve farei uma grande mudança na minha vida...é muito bom ter o apoio da melhor das malhores amigas!! Thank youuuuu =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4786548369360818768-1334588251672414787?l=miss-r-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-r-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/1334588251672414787/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4786548369360818768&amp;postID=1334588251672414787&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786548369360818768/posts/default/1334588251672414787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786548369360818768/posts/default/1334588251672414787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-r-blog.blogspot.com/2010/03/hoje-tou-feliz-em-breve-farei-uma.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13531658757738887419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k8JpLQoZJ0U/SXdBOCowngI/AAAAAAAAAIc/51UqwQoLgJU/S220/foto_miss_r.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k8JpLQoZJ0U/S41QYPkg67I/AAAAAAAAASI/aTXqOmnreyk/s72-c/DSC00029.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4786548369360818768.post-2021118914534331914</id><published>2010-03-01T09:06:00.004Z</published><updated>2010-03-01T09:34:05.660Z</updated><title type='text'>Agora é sempre a 3!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k8JpLQoZJ0U/S4uDrJ0d98I/AAAAAAAAASA/NJSAUaCdRCU/s1600-h/SCP10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 394px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k8JpLQoZJ0U/S4uDrJ0d98I/AAAAAAAAASA/NJSAUaCdRCU/s320/SCP10.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443589352000976834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sempre disse que o leão não tinha deixado de rugir...aqui está mais uma prova!!&lt;br /&gt;Estou tão contentezinha!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4786548369360818768-2021118914534331914?l=miss-r-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-r-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/2021118914534331914/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4786548369360818768&amp;postID=2021118914534331914&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786548369360818768/posts/default/2021118914534331914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786548369360818768/posts/default/2021118914534331914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-r-blog.blogspot.com/2010/03/agora-e-sempre-3.html' title='Agora é sempre a 3!!'/><author><name>Miss R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13531658757738887419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k8JpLQoZJ0U/SXdBOCowngI/AAAAAAAAAIc/51UqwQoLgJU/S220/foto_miss_r.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k8JpLQoZJ0U/S4uDrJ0d98I/AAAAAAAAASA/NJSAUaCdRCU/s72-c/SCP10.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4786548369360818768.post-4010969090504307063</id><published>2010-02-25T22:47:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-02-26T14:23:06.379Z</updated><title type='text'>Sim, Sim, Sim...o Sporting não morreu!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.record.xl.pt/imgs/ca967162-b341-4feb-88dd-fecb0766bf67_738D42D9-134C-4FBE-A85A-DA00E83FDC20_D52E0EB4-68BF-463B-8D73-E32CDB706637_img_source_pt_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 347px; height: 457px;" src="http://www.record.xl.pt/imgs/ca967162-b341-4feb-88dd-fecb0766bf67_738D42D9-134C-4FBE-A85A-DA00E83FDC20_D52E0EB4-68BF-463B-8D73-E32CDB706637_img_source_pt_1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Gostei muito do SCP de hoje...3-0 é bom, muito bom!!&lt;br /&gt;Finalmente acordaram &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pá&lt;/span&gt; vida!!&lt;br /&gt;Só espero que seja de vez!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4786548369360818768-4010969090504307063?l=miss-r-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-r-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/4010969090504307063/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4786548369360818768&amp;postID=4010969090504307063&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786548369360818768/posts/default/4010969090504307063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786548369360818768/posts/default/4010969090504307063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-r-blog.blogspot.com/2010/02/sim-sim-simo-sporting-nao-morreu.html' title='Sim, Sim, Sim...o Sporting não morreu!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Miss R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13531658757738887419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k8JpLQoZJ0U/SXdBOCowngI/AAAAAAAAAIc/51UqwQoLgJU/S220/foto_miss_r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4786548369360818768.post-4651386519676370541</id><published>2010-02-15T01:11:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-02-15T01:22:28.746Z</updated><title type='text'>Idolos...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blitz.aeiou.pt/iv/0/248/203/filipe-pinto-a6f9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 357px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://blitz.aeiou.pt/iv/0/248/203/filipe-pinto-a6f9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; Imagem: Google &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;E pronto ele ganhou, estou feliz, era e sempre foi o meu preferido. A Diana nunca gostei da moça, cantava bem mas não me convencia. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ele não sei bem se é por ter este style tao grunge e por cantar tão bem Pearl Jam e Nirvana e mais uns quantos artistas que interpretou exemplar e magistralmente (como diria o Manuel Moura dos Santos), mas sempre houve ali um &lt;em&gt;je ne sais quois&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O miudo tem um grande talento, e Londres vai abrir-lhe os horizontes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Acho que foi merecido!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4786548369360818768-4651386519676370541?l=miss-r-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-r-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/4651386519676370541/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4786548369360818768&amp;postID=4651386519676370541&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786548369360818768/posts/default/4651386519676370541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786548369360818768/posts/default/4651386519676370541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-r-blog.blogspot.com/2010/02/idolos.html' title='Idolos...'/><author><name>Miss R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13531658757738887419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k8JpLQoZJ0U/SXdBOCowngI/AAAAAAAAAIc/51UqwQoLgJU/S220/foto_miss_r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4786548369360818768.post-2074520854627610368</id><published>2010-02-15T01:09:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-02-15T01:11:07.265Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Já recuperei da desilusão de 3ª feira. Mas também não vou falar disso, é um assunto que pretendo esquecer e apagar esse dia da minha memória!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4786548369360818768-2074520854627610368?l=miss-r-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-r-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/2074520854627610368/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4786548369360818768&amp;postID=2074520854627610368&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786548369360818768/posts/default/2074520854627610368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786548369360818768/posts/default/2074520854627610368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-r-blog.blogspot.com/2010/02/ja-recuperei-da-desilusao-de-3-feira.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13531658757738887419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k8JpLQoZJ0U/SXdBOCowngI/AAAAAAAAAIc/51UqwQoLgJU/S220/foto_miss_r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4786548369360818768.post-1960600180139719844</id><published>2010-02-09T15:47:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-02-09T16:03:38.176Z</updated><title type='text'>Um pedido especial....</title><content type='html'>E porque hojé é dia de "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;derby&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;E porque a Miss R. vai estrear-se num estádio, inda por cima no "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;máior&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;E porque seria uma noite feliz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S. Pedro, filho, não manda "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;áuguinha&lt;/span&gt;" cá pra baixo sim?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*se eu não escrever nada nos próximos dias é porque me deu um fanico durante o jogo,&lt;br /&gt; é que eu enervo-me muito depressa, e com a idade, uma pessoa nunca sabe*&lt;br /&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/4786548369360818768-1960600180139719844?l=miss-r-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-r-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/1960600180139719844/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4786548369360818768&amp;postID=1960600180139719844&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786548369360818768/posts/default/1960600180139719844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786548369360818768/posts/default/1960600180139719844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-r-blog.blogspot.com/2010/02/um-pedido-especial.html' title='Um pedido especial....'/><author><name>Miss R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13531658757738887419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k8JpLQoZJ0U/SXdBOCowngI/AAAAAAAAAIc/51UqwQoLgJU/S220/foto_miss_r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4786548369360818768.post-5016387705710123846</id><published>2010-02-09T15:44:00.006Z</published><updated>2010-02-09T15:47:39.739Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='style for today'/><title type='text'>Style for today #1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k8JpLQoZJ0U/S3GDAC0Zw0I/AAAAAAAAAR4/5t7TpsDQM9c/s1600-h/look1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 389px; height: 312px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k8JpLQoZJ0U/S3GDAC0Zw0I/AAAAAAAAAR4/5t7TpsDQM9c/s320/look1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436270261992801090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4786548369360818768-5016387705710123846?l=miss-r-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-r-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/5016387705710123846/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4786548369360818768&amp;postID=5016387705710123846&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786548369360818768/posts/default/5016387705710123846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786548369360818768/posts/default/5016387705710123846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-r-blog.blogspot.com/2010/02/style-for-today-1.html' title='Style for today #1'/><author><name>Miss R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13531658757738887419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k8JpLQoZJ0U/SXdBOCowngI/AAAAAAAAAIc/51UqwQoLgJU/S220/foto_miss_r.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k8JpLQoZJ0U/S3GDAC0Zw0I/AAAAAAAAAR4/5t7TpsDQM9c/s72-c/look1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4786548369360818768.post-3755530603925688198</id><published>2010-02-08T11:00:00.004Z</published><updated>2010-02-08T11:03:03.395Z</updated><title type='text'>O facebook é o meio de comunicação mais rápido que existe!! LOL</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k8JpLQoZJ0U/S2_vULGFv1I/AAAAAAAAARw/1dDB04af02o/s1600-h/facebook.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 505px; height: 127px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k8JpLQoZJ0U/S2_vULGFv1I/AAAAAAAAARw/1dDB04af02o/s320/facebook.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435826405114232658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu nem acredito...então o homem cai e minutos depois já há um grupo no facebook com mais de 5.000 fãns&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4786548369360818768-3755530603925688198?l=miss-r-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-r-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/3755530603925688198/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4786548369360818768&amp;postID=3755530603925688198&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786548369360818768/posts/default/3755530603925688198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786548369360818768/posts/default/3755530603925688198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-r-blog.blogspot.com/2010/02/o-facebook-e-o-meio-de-comunicacao-mais.html' title='O facebook é o meio de comunicação mais rápido que existe!! LOL'/><author><name>Miss R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13531658757738887419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k8JpLQoZJ0U/SXdBOCowngI/AAAAAAAAAIc/51UqwQoLgJU/S220/foto_miss_r.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k8JpLQoZJ0U/S2_vULGFv1I/AAAAAAAAARw/1dDB04af02o/s72-c/facebook.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4786548369360818768.post-8298483495941849956</id><published>2010-02-08T10:35:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-02-08T10:48:56.525Z</updated><title type='text'>Amanha há derby....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cambalhotamatinal.files.wordpress.com/2008/04/sporting_benfica_2006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://cambalhotamatinal.files.wordpress.com/2008/04/sporting_benfica_2006.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E eu lá estarei, é a minha primeira vez, em derby e em estádio! yupiiii&lt;br /&gt;Agora so espero que corra bem para o nosso lado!! eheheh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4786548369360818768-8298483495941849956?l=miss-r-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-r-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/8298483495941849956/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4786548369360818768&amp;postID=8298483495941849956&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786548369360818768/posts/default/8298483495941849956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786548369360818768/posts/default/8298483495941849956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-r-blog.blogspot.com/2010/02/amanha-ha-derby.html' title='Amanha há derby....'/><author><name>Miss R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13531658757738887419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k8JpLQoZJ0U/SXdBOCowngI/AAAAAAAAAIc/51UqwQoLgJU/S220/foto_miss_r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4786548369360818768.post-4193457663428831014</id><published>2010-02-04T21:57:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-02-04T22:06:58.809Z</updated><title type='text'>Esta música não me sai da cabeça....</title><content type='html'>Podem dizer que a música dela não presta, mas i don't care, gosto dela e pronto!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qrO4YZeyl0I&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&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/qrO4YZeyl0I&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&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/4786548369360818768-4193457663428831014?l=miss-r-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-r-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/4193457663428831014/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4786548369360818768&amp;postID=4193457663428831014&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786548369360818768/posts/default/4193457663428831014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786548369360818768/posts/default/4193457663428831014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-r-blog.blogspot.com/2010/02/esta-musica-nao-me-sai-da-cabeca.html' title='Esta música não me sai da cabeça....'/><author><name>Miss R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13531658757738887419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k8JpLQoZJ0U/SXdBOCowngI/AAAAAAAAAIc/51UqwQoLgJU/S220/foto_miss_r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4786548369360818768.post-2093980638581633641</id><published>2010-01-26T09:52:00.004Z</published><updated>2010-01-26T10:51:27.480Z</updated><title type='text'>Quero.....e muitoooo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;...trocar de carro. Não é que não goste do meu carro, até gosto muito, muito e vou ter muita peninha d trocar o meu C4, mas se não for este ano é no proximo. Por norma só fico com um carro 3 ou 4 anos e depois troco.&lt;br /&gt;Recentemente descobri um carrinho que ainda não está à venda em Portugal mas irá estar em breve: &lt;a href="http://www.ds3.citroen.com/pt/#/home/"&gt;Citroën DS3&lt;/a&gt; (à medida do meu gosto e da minha carteira)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*Não é o carro dos meus sonhos, mas esse tem que ficar para depois*e tendo em conta os tempos que correm, adoro mesmo este*é fofinhooo*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k8JpLQoZJ0U/S17BYrpPe6I/AAAAAAAAARQ/DrWPgG0Z13I/s1600-h/design_studio_front.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 346px; height: 346px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k8JpLQoZJ0U/S17BYrpPe6I/AAAAAAAAARQ/DrWPgG0Z13I/s320/design_studio_front.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430990830432123810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;*com tejadilho personalizado e tudo*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://froog.com.br/wp-content/uploads/2009/12/citroen-ds3-fotos71.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 345px; height: 224px;" src="http://froog.com.br/wp-content/uploads/2009/12/citroen-ds3-fotos71.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E o preço não é assim tao caro quanto isso...anda aí nos 25.000€. Estou seriamente tentada =)&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/4786548369360818768-2093980638581633641?l=miss-r-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-r-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/2093980638581633641/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4786548369360818768&amp;postID=2093980638581633641&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786548369360818768/posts/default/2093980638581633641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786548369360818768/posts/default/2093980638581633641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-r-blog.blogspot.com/2010/01/queroe-muitoooo.html' title='Quero.....e muitoooo...'/><author><name>Miss R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13531658757738887419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k8JpLQoZJ0U/SXdBOCowngI/AAAAAAAAAIc/51UqwQoLgJU/S220/foto_miss_r.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k8JpLQoZJ0U/S17BYrpPe6I/AAAAAAAAARQ/DrWPgG0Z13I/s72-c/design_studio_front.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4786548369360818768.post-1638979920564652762</id><published>2010-01-24T22:13:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-01-24T22:20:25.484Z</updated><title type='text'>Detesto, Odeio, Abomino....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jiApHLKo2rc/SwhlhbbX9jI/AAAAAAAAABE/2-tneYlnMYQ/s1600/vampiro4kk%5B1%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 331px; height: 248px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jiApHLKo2rc/SwhlhbbX9jI/AAAAAAAAABE/2-tneYlnMYQ/s1600/vampiro4kk%5B1%5D.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Séries, filmes e tudo o que se relacione com vampiros....&lt;br /&gt;É que já enjoa!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/4786548369360818768-1638979920564652762?l=miss-r-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-r-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/1638979920564652762/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4786548369360818768&amp;postID=1638979920564652762&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786548369360818768/posts/default/1638979920564652762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786548369360818768/posts/default/1638979920564652762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-r-blog.blogspot.com/2010/01/detesto-odeio-abomino.html' title='Detesto, Odeio, Abomino....'/><author><name>Miss R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13531658757738887419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k8JpLQoZJ0U/SXdBOCowngI/AAAAAAAAAIc/51UqwQoLgJU/S220/foto_miss_r.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jiApHLKo2rc/SwhlhbbX9jI/AAAAAAAAABE/2-tneYlnMYQ/s72-c/vampiro4kk%5B1%5D.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4786548369360818768.post-6446658073307741609</id><published>2010-01-24T01:59:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-01-24T02:13:54.484Z</updated><title type='text'>Ando assim meio violenta...mas eles merecem</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://psicologiacriminal.netne.net/images/mulher%20bate%20no%20homem.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 332px; height: 379px;" src="http://psicologiacriminal.netne.net/images/mulher%20bate%20no%20homem.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Este mês de Janeiro, para mim, está a ser, assim a modos que violento, já é a segunda vez, que dou um soco a um gajo, durante saídas nocturnas (sim soco, porque eu cá não puxo cabelos nem dou estaladas).&lt;br /&gt;A 1ª vez foi um sujeito que se lembrou de passar por mim, apalpar-me o rabo e pimbas fui-me a ele.&lt;br /&gt;A 2ª vez foi ontem que outro sujeito sem razão nenhuma, se vira a mim e me manda uma chapada daquelas bem violentas e cheias de força, e eu, como nunca fico sem dar resposta, vou-me a ele, tinha um copo de plástico na mão, e parti-lho na cabeça e depois dei-lhe um soco, daqueles de punho bem fechado como nunca pensei ser capaz de dar, e tenho a certeza que ele nunca mais se vai esquecer, especialmente porque depois começou a fazer ameaças e eu enfrentei-o, porque também não tinha medo dele e estava com amigos espectaculares que andaram sempre a minha volta para me proteger caso ele voltasse a atacar.&lt;br /&gt;Obrigada AMIGOS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4786548369360818768-6446658073307741609?l=miss-r-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-r-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/6446658073307741609/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4786548369360818768&amp;postID=6446658073307741609&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786548369360818768/posts/default/6446658073307741609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786548369360818768/posts/default/6446658073307741609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-r-blog.blogspot.com/2010/01/ando-assim-meio-violentamas-eles.html' title='Ando assim meio violenta...mas eles merecem'/><author><name>Miss R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13531658757738887419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k8JpLQoZJ0U/SXdBOCowngI/AAAAAAAAAIc/51UqwQoLgJU/S220/foto_miss_r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4786548369360818768.post-5763368678993122638</id><published>2010-01-22T14:02:00.004Z</published><updated>2010-01-22T14:19:05.171Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Numa conversa ao final do almoço, surgiu uma ideia para as próximas férias...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.freewebs.com/viscavoyagers/independence-of-the-seas-large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 363px; height: 201px;" src="http://www.freewebs.com/viscavoyagers/independence-of-the-seas-large.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4786548369360818768-5763368678993122638?l=miss-r-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-r-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/5763368678993122638/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4786548369360818768&amp;postID=5763368678993122638&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786548369360818768/posts/default/5763368678993122638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786548369360818768/posts/default/5763368678993122638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-r-blog.blogspot.com/2010/01/numa-conversa-ao-final-do-almoco-surgiu.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13531658757738887419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k8JpLQoZJ0U/SXdBOCowngI/AAAAAAAAAIc/51UqwQoLgJU/S220/foto_miss_r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4786548369360818768.post-3578746396271869588</id><published>2010-01-22T13:52:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-01-22T13:59:48.614Z</updated><title type='text'>H.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tou a ouvir uma musica que não ouvia há anos, era "aquela" musica, vieram-me à cabeça muitas boas lembranças de algo que nunca irei esquecer. Agora podemos ter vidas muito diferentes, idades diferentes mas o que pensava antes é o que penso agora, mas com muito menor intensidade.&lt;br /&gt;Tenho saudades desses tempos, muitas saudades, especialmente por ser tudo muito bem escondidinho, já que nada disto era aprovado pelo papá aqui da menina!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talvez nunca leias isto, mas se leres, mando te 1 beijinho dos nossos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;* É bom relembrar estes momentos passados 6 ou 7 anos e sentirmo-nos tão bem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4786548369360818768-3578746396271869588?l=miss-r-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-r-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/3578746396271869588/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4786548369360818768&amp;postID=3578746396271869588&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786548369360818768/posts/default/3578746396271869588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786548369360818768/posts/default/3578746396271869588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-r-blog.blogspot.com/2010/01/h.html' title='H.'/><author><name>Miss R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13531658757738887419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k8JpLQoZJ0U/SXdBOCowngI/AAAAAAAAAIc/51UqwQoLgJU/S220/foto_miss_r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4786548369360818768.post-6684173975619572704</id><published>2010-01-20T10:47:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-01-20T11:03:43.190Z</updated><title type='text'>Anticristo....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.zonlusomundo.pt/RenderImage.ashx?file=39047.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 343px; height: 467px;" src="http://www.zonlusomundo.pt/RenderImage.ashx?file=39047.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="darkTitle"&gt;Data de estreia:&lt;/span&gt; 2010-01-28&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="darkTitle"&gt;Título Original:&lt;/span&gt; Antichrist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="darkTitle"&gt;Realizador:&lt;/span&gt; Lars Von Trier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="darkTitle"&gt;Actores:&lt;/span&gt; Willem Dafoe,  Charlotte Gainsbourg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="darkTitle"&gt;País:&lt;/span&gt; Dinamarca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="darkTitle"&gt;Género:&lt;/span&gt; Drama &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(eu cá acrescentava tb terror, mas do mau, sado-maso, sexo explícito, entre outras)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sinopse:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um casal, após a morte acidental do filho, retira-se para uma cabana nos bosques, para que o marido terapeuta possa tratar a sua mulher, que ficou psicologicamente devastada com o acontecimento. Mas a estadia na cabana vai ser tudo menos pacífica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hw03QayJ2fU&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&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/hw03QayJ2fU&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Fica aqui a dica, NÃO vejam este filme. É horrível, alem de ser muito confuso, só se percebe quase no fim, e é bom que estejam com uma granda "moca" a ver isto, para ver se o entendem tal como o realizador o entendeu. Ahahah nem com uma grande moca nós gostámos do filme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deixo aqui uma foto do realizador, pra apelar a quem o avistar, que lhe diga que ele pra fazer filmes não presta, talvez se deva dedicar a pesca, ah e que fume menos ervinha que ele tem um arzinho bastante "peace 'n love". LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.meionorte.com/imagens/COL203Anticristo-e-o-novo-filme-de-Lars-Von-Trier.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 253px; height: 164px;" src="http://www.meionorte.com/imagens/COL203Anticristo-e-o-novo-filme-de-Lars-Von-Trier.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4786548369360818768-6684173975619572704?l=miss-r-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-r-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/6684173975619572704/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4786548369360818768&amp;postID=6684173975619572704&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786548369360818768/posts/default/6684173975619572704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786548369360818768/posts/default/6684173975619572704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-r-blog.blogspot.com/2010/01/anticristo.html' title='Anticristo....'/><author><name>Miss R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13531658757738887419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k8JpLQoZJ0U/SXdBOCowngI/AAAAAAAAAIc/51UqwQoLgJU/S220/foto_miss_r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4786548369360818768.post-5434073620119113730</id><published>2010-01-20T10:09:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-01-20T10:44:53.413Z</updated><title type='text'>Cineminha da semana</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Esta semana começou muito bem com dupla dose de cinema.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na segunda feira, Avatar, e claro está que não há a minima dúvida que o filme é absolutamente fantástico, espectacular, adorei (em 3D, claro).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ontem a noite tive sessão de Home Cinema com um filme com estreia nos cinemas a 28 de Janeiro (as coisas ilegais que se passam na minha casa....ahahah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4786548369360818768-5434073620119113730?l=miss-r-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-r-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/5434073620119113730/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4786548369360818768&amp;postID=5434073620119113730&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786548369360818768/posts/default/5434073620119113730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786548369360818768/posts/default/5434073620119113730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-r-blog.blogspot.com/2010/01/cineminha-da-semana.html' title='Cineminha da semana'/><author><name>Miss R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13531658757738887419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k8JpLQoZJ0U/SXdBOCowngI/AAAAAAAAAIc/51UqwQoLgJU/S220/foto_miss_r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4786548369360818768.post-5808323329364966610</id><published>2010-01-20T09:42:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-01-20T10:08:37.839Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pronto voltei!!&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei que não escrevia nada aqui desde o ano passado, mas andava numa fase em que não mje apetecia mesmo nada escrever, mas nem por isso deixei de visitar os blogs que sou fiel seguidora =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4786548369360818768-5808323329364966610?l=miss-r-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-r-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/5808323329364966610/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4786548369360818768&amp;postID=5808323329364966610&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786548369360818768/posts/default/5808323329364966610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786548369360818768/posts/default/5808323329364966610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-r-blog.blogspot.com/2010/01/pronto-voltei-eu-sei-que-nao-escrevia.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13531658757738887419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k8JpLQoZJ0U/SXdBOCowngI/AAAAAAAAAIc/51UqwQoLgJU/S220/foto_miss_r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4786548369360818768.post-1308765199758178976</id><published>2009-12-18T11:41:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-12-18T11:58:31.176Z</updated><title type='text'>Farmville...a loucuraaaa!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k8JpLQoZJ0U/SytrIwVEVnI/AAAAAAAAARI/eBxop16UkYA/s1600-h/farmville.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 354px; height: 280px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k8JpLQoZJ0U/SytrIwVEVnI/AAAAAAAAARI/eBxop16UkYA/s320/farmville.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416540774999545458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O Farmville é realmente um fenómeno, é o jogo da moda, quase toda a gente que conheço joga farmville (o que é optimo para ter muitos vizinhos), só hoje me dei conta da relevância do farmville, quando o filho aqui da minha colega do trabalho, com 6 anos, lhe diz: "Oh mãe eu também quero ter uma quinta, como o pai tem".&lt;br /&gt;Achei isto LINDO!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viva o Facebook e viva o FarmVille!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4786548369360818768-1308765199758178976?l=miss-r-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-r-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/1308765199758178976/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4786548369360818768&amp;postID=1308765199758178976&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786548369360818768/posts/default/1308765199758178976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786548369360818768/posts/default/1308765199758178976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-r-blog.blogspot.com/2009/12/farmvillea-loucuraaaa.html' title='Farmville...a loucuraaaa!!!'/><author><name>Miss R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13531658757738887419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k8JpLQoZJ0U/SXdBOCowngI/AAAAAAAAAIc/51UqwQoLgJU/S220/foto_miss_r.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k8JpLQoZJ0U/SytrIwVEVnI/AAAAAAAAARI/eBxop16UkYA/s72-c/farmville.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4786548369360818768.post-8698642860928239651</id><published>2009-12-14T10:58:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-12-14T11:32:41.848Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" class="GenericStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Acho que deveria ser implantada uma nova lei no código do trabalho em que nomeadamente não seria permitido sair de casa quando a temperatura estivesse abaixo dos 10ºC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" class="GenericStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;É que foi um grande choque constatar que estavam 4ºC aqui ás 8.45 da manha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" class="GenericStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Não pode ser...deviamos proibir estas situações de se repetirem!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4786548369360818768-8698642860928239651?l=miss-r-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-r-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/8698642860928239651/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4786548369360818768&amp;postID=8698642860928239651&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786548369360818768/posts/default/8698642860928239651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786548369360818768/posts/default/8698642860928239651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-r-blog.blogspot.com/2009/12/acho-que-deveria-ser-implantada-uma.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13531658757738887419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k8JpLQoZJ0U/SXdBOCowngI/AAAAAAAAAIc/51UqwQoLgJU/S220/foto_miss_r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4786548369360818768.post-8069067360029988043</id><published>2009-12-11T11:56:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-12-11T11:57:33.267Z</updated><title type='text'>Yeah It's Friday</title><content type='html'>Hoje tou com pica pa isto....LOL&lt;br /&gt;Sonzinhos assim mais po hardcore.........YEAHHH  \m/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" 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href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4786548369360818768&amp;postID=8069067360029988043&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786548369360818768/posts/default/8069067360029988043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786548369360818768/posts/default/8069067360029988043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-r-blog.blogspot.com/2009/12/yeah-its-friday.html' title='Yeah It&apos;s Friday'/><author><name>Miss R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13531658757738887419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k8JpLQoZJ0U/SXdBOCowngI/AAAAAAAAAIc/51UqwQoLgJU/S220/foto_miss_r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4786548369360818768.post-4429072499256125096</id><published>2009-12-08T22:52:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-12-08T23:02:21.027Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Aiiii só de pensar que amanha já é dia de trabalho, depois destes 4 diazinhos de puro &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;relax&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parece um &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;pesadelo&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/4786548369360818768-4429072499256125096?l=miss-r-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-r-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/4429072499256125096/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4786548369360818768&amp;postID=4429072499256125096&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786548369360818768/posts/default/4429072499256125096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786548369360818768/posts/default/4429072499256125096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-r-blog.blogspot.com/2009/12/aiiii-so-de-pensar-que-amanha-ja-e-dia.html' title=''/><author><name>Miss R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13531658757738887419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k8JpLQoZJ0U/SXdBOCowngI/AAAAAAAAAIc/51UqwQoLgJU/S220/foto_miss_r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4786548369360818768.post-6267008952312890975</id><published>2009-12-04T17:50:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-12-04T20:30:56.053Z</updated><title type='text'>Decorações de Natal de mi casa....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aqui vao algumas decorações de Natal que fiz aqui em casa.&lt;br /&gt;Para 1º Natal acho que não estão mal, mas há que melhorar para o próximo ano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mesa da cozinha (ainda ta pobrezinha mas isto com tempo vai lá)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k8JpLQoZJ0U/SxlNGLAwDLI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/JRpN_xHXxxc/s1600-h/mesacasa.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 263px; height: 194px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k8JpLQoZJ0U/SxlNGLAwDLI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/JRpN_xHXxxc/s320/mesacasa.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411441195692854450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k8JpLQoZJ0U/SxlNFnTW59I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/C8A5Rzp2CLI/s1600-h/arvore2casa.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 330px; height: 450px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k8JpLQoZJ0U/SxlNFnTW59I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/C8A5Rzp2CLI/s320/arvore2casa.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411441186107221970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A árvore de natal preta do *AKI* que ameiii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k8JpLQoZJ0U/SxlNEyX4hxI/AAAAAAAAAQk/tqgKPUSiYfY/s1600-h/natal_porta.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 259px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k8JpLQoZJ0U/SxlNEyX4hxI/AAAAAAAAAQk/tqgKPUSiYfY/s320/natal_porta.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411441171899123474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Porta de entrada. Tá simplesinho mas achei o boneco de neve um fofo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k8JpLQoZJ0U/SxlNFZ8Gh3I/AAAAAAAAAQs/t8kDUKuq0bk/s1600-h/santaclaus1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 170px; height: 230px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k8JpLQoZJ0U/SxlNFZ8Gh3I/AAAAAAAAAQs/t8kDUKuq0bk/s320/santaclaus1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411441182520018802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;O pai natal no vao da escada. Tava tão vazio que achei que ia ficar um mimo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4786548369360818768-6267008952312890975?l=miss-r-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-r-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/6267008952312890975/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4786548369360818768&amp;postID=6267008952312890975&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786548369360818768/posts/default/6267008952312890975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786548369360818768/posts/default/6267008952312890975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-r-blog.blogspot.com/2009/12/decoracoes-de-natal-de-mi-casa.html' title='Decorações de Natal de mi casa....'/><author><name>Miss R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13531658757738887419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k8JpLQoZJ0U/SXdBOCowngI/AAAAAAAAAIc/51UqwQoLgJU/S220/foto_miss_r.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k8JpLQoZJ0U/SxlNGLAwDLI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/JRpN_xHXxxc/s72-c/mesacasa.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4786548369360818768.post-8754207862723674536</id><published>2009-12-03T16:07:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-12-03T17:00:54.045Z</updated><title type='text'>Remember 80's</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4yuQD-hMKUg&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;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/4yuQD-hMKUg&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;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;div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Eurovisão - 1989 (França)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Há umas semanas ouvi esta música numa discoteca e apercebi-me que realmente estava "velha", quando vi que só o pessoal da munha idade é que tinha entrado em pura loucura a dançar e a cantar a música. Os "putos" taditos tavam de bracinhos cruzados a admirar as nossas figuras!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4786548369360818768-8754207862723674536?l=miss-r-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-r-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/8754207862723674536/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4786548369360818768&amp;postID=8754207862723674536&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786548369360818768/posts/default/8754207862723674536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786548369360818768/posts/default/8754207862723674536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-r-blog.blogspot.com/2009/12/remember-80s.html' title='Remember 80&apos;s'/><author><name>Miss R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13531658757738887419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k8JpLQoZJ0U/SXdBOCowngI/AAAAAAAAAIc/51UqwQoLgJU/S220/foto_miss_r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4786548369360818768.post-4739819586654459007</id><published>2009-12-02T11:54:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-12-02T12:06:25.095Z</updated><title type='text'>Época Natalícia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.diverguy.net/stuff/naughty/Pick-A-Santa%20Sexy%20Santa%20Men.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 351px; height: 226px;" src="http://www.diverguy.net/stuff/naughty/Pick-A-Santa%20Sexy%20Santa%20Men.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Para mim a época Natalícia começa hoje, mas é como se fosse o 1º Natal do resto da minha vida.&lt;br /&gt;Para aqueles que mal ou bem vão acompanhando os disparates que aqui escrevo, sabem que vivo sózinha há pouco menos de 1 ano, por isso este é o primeiro Natal na casinha nova e há que fazer as decorações a preceito!&lt;br /&gt;Tenho algumas ideias pré concebidas, vamos lá ver se as consigo realizar.&lt;br /&gt;Uma coisa é certa: A árvore de Natal será, com toda a certeza, preta.&lt;br /&gt;Depois mostro as fotos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4786548369360818768-4739819586654459007?l=miss-r-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-r-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/4739819586654459007/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4786548369360818768&amp;postID=4739819586654459007&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786548369360818768/posts/default/4739819586654459007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786548369360818768/posts/default/4739819586654459007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-r-blog.blogspot.com/2009/12/epoca-natalicia.html' title='Época Natalícia'/><author><name>Miss R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13531658757738887419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k8JpLQoZJ0U/SXdBOCowngI/AAAAAAAAAIc/51UqwQoLgJU/S220/foto_miss_r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4786548369360818768.post-4242433002348991279</id><published>2009-11-30T16:00:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-11-30T16:26:22.959Z</updated><title type='text'>Pfffffffffffffff !!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.iphonefondos.com/img/medias/506.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 210px; height: 315px;" src="http://www.iphonefondos.com/img/medias/506.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Viajar com amigos é bom, mas há amigos que parece que só viajam conosco, porque de outra forma não usufruiriam de certas mordomias!&lt;br /&gt;Tou a adorar a estadia por terras algarvias, mas a companhia está a revelar-se &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so fucking boring&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Horaaaaaaas sem trocar 1 palavra, sempre pelos mesmos sítios, é quase como se tivesse vindo sozinha.....Arrrghhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem me dera ter aqui a minha Tátázita &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(é a best friend)&lt;/span&gt;. Isso sim era divertido.&lt;br /&gt;Tenho pena de ir-me embora já amanha, porque por mim ficava aqui mais uns diazinhos, mas pa ser assim tao boring é melhor mesmo regressar a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;home sweet home&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4786548369360818768-4242433002348991279?l=miss-r-blog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miss-r-blog.blogspot.com/feeds/4242433002348991279/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4786548369360818768&amp;postID=4242433002348991279&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786548369360818768/posts/default/4242433002348991279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786548369360818768/posts/default/4242433002348991279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miss-r-blog.blogspot.com/2009/11/pfffffffffffffff.html' title='Pfffffffffffffff !!!!!!!'/><author><name>Miss R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13531658757738887419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k8JpLQoZJ0U/SXdBOCowngI/AAAAAAAAAIc/51UqwQoLgJU/S220/foto_miss_r.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
