<?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-19847892</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:28:19.362-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Migas @ Sea</title><subtitle type='html'>Diário de Bordo... experiências, sentimentos, aventuras... Como é viver num barco durante seis meses.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://migasatsea.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19847892/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://migasatsea.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Miguel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16848138057511725555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>63</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19847892.post-6254332084908969574</id><published>2011-03-02T09:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T09:51:44.833-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://us-andeville.fr/super.z.php?SID=040"&gt;http://us-andeville.fr/super.z.php?SID=040&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19847892-6254332084908969574?l=migasatsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19847892/posts/default/6254332084908969574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19847892/posts/default/6254332084908969574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://migasatsea.blogspot.com/2011/03/httpus-andeville.html' title=''/><author><name>Miguel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16848138057511725555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19847892.post-116895952827341764</id><published>2007-01-16T06:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T06:58:48.330-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tio!!!!</title><content type='html'>Mais uma sobrinha!!!!!!! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19847892-116895952827341764?l=migasatsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19847892/posts/default/116895952827341764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19847892/posts/default/116895952827341764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://migasatsea.blogspot.com/2007/01/tio.html' title='Tio!!!!'/><author><name>Miguel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16848138057511725555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19847892.post-116193164197765682</id><published>2006-10-26T23:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T23:47:22.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1 mes!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Ja passou um mes desde que terminei as minhas ferias!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;O tempo passa a fugir!!!!!&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Ja comeco a pensar em ferias e onde quero ir a seguir!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Nao tarda farei uma paragem por Lisboa novamente, preciso urgentemente de ir de volta para as Caraibas.... preciso de praia...... com o outono/Inverno ficamos todos deprimidos.......... preciso de sol, praia e corpos bonitos!!!!!!! &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19847892-116193164197765682?l=migasatsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19847892/posts/default/116193164197765682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19847892/posts/default/116193164197765682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://migasatsea.blogspot.com/2006/10/1-mes.html' title='1 mes!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Miguel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16848138057511725555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19847892.post-115904802427166832</id><published>2006-09-23T14:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T14:47:04.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Regresso aos barcos!!!!!!!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ponderei várias vezes durante estes dois meses de férias fechar completamente este blog! Decidi no entanto mantê-lo e continuar a &lt;em&gt;postar &lt;/em&gt;sempre que possivel..... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Agora com o regresso aos barcos, estou hoje (sábado) em Livorno e amanhã será o meu primeiro dia deste contracto no barco.... rever pessoas, conhecer novas..... conversa da treta...... e começar logo a trabalhar porque no dia seguinte começa um cruzeiro e já estarei sozinho.....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Como eu já disse algumas vezes amanhã estarei de regresso ao inferno (back to hell)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tentarei também deixar algumas notas sobre as minhas férias, que foram tão  variadas e cheias de coisas boas e outras menos.......&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19847892-115904802427166832?l=migasatsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19847892/posts/default/115904802427166832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19847892/posts/default/115904802427166832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://migasatsea.blogspot.com/2006/09/regresso-aos-barcos-ponderei-vrias.html' title=''/><author><name>Miguel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16848138057511725555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19847892.post-115106199348938114</id><published>2006-06-23T04:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T04:26:33.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O que me aconteceu hoje durante a noite.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; PADDING-RIGHT: 0cm; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 0cm; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0cm; BORDER-LEFT: windowtext 6pt solid; PADDING-TOP: 0cm; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none"&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; PADDING-RIGHT: 0cm; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 0cm; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0cm; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt 111.6pt; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; PADDING-TOP: 0cm; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; mso-border-left-alt: solid windowtext 6.0pt; mso-padding-alt: 0cm 0cm 0cm 0cm"&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: #888888; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;12:50 PM&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;Thiago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;: conta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Arial Unicode MS'"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="FLOAT: left"&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; PADDING-RIGHT: 0cm; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 0cm; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0cm; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt 111.6pt; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; PADDING-TOP: 0cm; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; mso-border-left-alt: solid windowtext 6.0pt; mso-padding-alt: 0cm 0cm 0cm 0cm"&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: #888888; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;12:51 PM&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;: lollllll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FLOAT: left"&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; PADDING-RIGHT: 0cm; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 0cm; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0cm; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt 111.6pt; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; PADDING-TOP: 0cm; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; mso-border-left-alt: solid windowtext 6.0pt; mso-padding-alt: 0cm 0cm 0cm 0cm"&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: #888888; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;o meu companheiro de quarto foi embora de ferias hoje&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FLOAT: left"&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; PADDING-RIGHT: 0cm; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 0cm; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0cm; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt 111.6pt; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; PADDING-TOP: 0cm; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; mso-border-left-alt: solid windowtext 6.0pt; mso-padding-alt: 0cm 0cm 0cm 0cm"&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: #888888; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;12:52 PM&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;ontem quando cheguei ao quarto ele ainda estava acordado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FLOAT: left"&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; PADDING-RIGHT: 0cm; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 0cm; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0cm; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt 111.6pt; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; PADDING-TOP: 0cm; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; mso-border-left-alt: solid windowtext 6.0pt; mso-padding-alt: 0cm 0cm 0cm 0cm"&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: #888888; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;e cheirava muito a tabaco (sinal que tinha estado no bar)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FLOAT: left"&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; PADDING-RIGHT: 0cm; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 0cm; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0cm; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt 111.6pt; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; PADDING-TOP: 0cm; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; mso-border-left-alt: solid windowtext 6.0pt; mso-padding-alt: 0cm 0cm 0cm 0cm"&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: #888888; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;a meio da noite (2/3 damanha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FLOAT: left"&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; PADDING-RIGHT: 0cm; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 0cm; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0cm; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt 111.6pt; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; PADDING-TOP: 0cm; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; mso-border-left-alt: solid windowtext 6.0pt; mso-padding-alt: 0cm 0cm 0cm 0cm"&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: #888888; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;quando o barco chegou a Civitavecchia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FLOAT: left"&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; PADDING-RIGHT: 0cm; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 0cm; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0cm; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt 111.6pt; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; PADDING-TOP: 0cm; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; mso-border-left-alt: solid windowtext 6.0pt; mso-padding-alt: 0cm 0cm 0cm 0cm"&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: #888888; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;faz muito barulho e por isso acordei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FLOAT: left"&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; PADDING-RIGHT: 0cm; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 0cm; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0cm; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt 111.6pt; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; PADDING-TOP: 0cm; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; mso-border-left-alt: solid windowtext 6.0pt; mso-padding-alt: 0cm 0cm 0cm 0cm"&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: #888888; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;12:53 PM&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;eu tenho sempre duas almofadas, uma no topo e outra de lado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FLOAT: left"&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; PADDING-RIGHT: 0cm; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 0cm; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0cm; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt 111.6pt; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; PADDING-TOP: 0cm; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; mso-border-left-alt: solid windowtext 6.0pt; mso-padding-alt: 0cm 0cm 0cm 0cm"&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: #888888; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;como estava meio acordado a minha cabeca estava na almofada do topo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FLOAT: left"&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; PADDING-RIGHT: 0cm; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 0cm; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0cm; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt 111.6pt; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; PADDING-TOP: 0cm; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; mso-border-left-alt: solid windowtext 6.0pt; mso-padding-alt: 0cm 0cm 0cm 0cm"&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: #888888; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;e derepente oico um barulho e depois um liquido a cair da cama de cima&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FLOAT: left"&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; PADDING-RIGHT: 0cm; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 0cm; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0cm; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt 111.6pt; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; PADDING-TOP: 0cm; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; mso-border-left-alt: solid windowtext 6.0pt; mso-padding-alt: 0cm 0cm 0cm 0cm"&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: #888888; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;12:54 PM&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;na minha almofada de lado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FLOAT: left"&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; PADDING-RIGHT: 0cm; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 0cm; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0cm; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt 111.6pt; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; PADDING-TOP: 0cm; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; mso-border-left-alt: solid windowtext 6.0pt; mso-padding-alt: 0cm 0cm 0cm 0cm"&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: #888888; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;a almofada ficou toda molhada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FLOAT: left"&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; PADDING-RIGHT: 0cm; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 0cm; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0cm; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt 111.6pt; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; PADDING-TOP: 0cm; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; mso-border-left-alt: solid windowtext 6.0pt; mso-padding-alt: 0cm 0cm 0cm 0cm"&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: #888888; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;e eu pensei, que como ele tinha estado no bar, que tivesse trazido uma garrafa eque a tivesse terminado na cama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FLOAT: left"&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; PADDING-RIGHT: 0cm; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 0cm; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0cm; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt 111.6pt; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; PADDING-TOP: 0cm; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; mso-border-left-alt: solid windowtext 6.0pt; mso-padding-alt: 0cm 0cm 0cm 0cm"&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: #888888; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;12:55 PM&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;toquei no molhado e era meio viscoso..... por momentos ate parecia vaselina.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FLOAT: left"&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; PADDING-RIGHT: 0cm; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 0cm; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0cm; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt 111.6pt; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; PADDING-TOP: 0cm; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; mso-border-left-alt: solid windowtext 6.0pt; mso-padding-alt: 0cm 0cm 0cm 0cm"&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: #888888; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;lolllllll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FLOAT: left"&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; PADDING-RIGHT: 0cm; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 0cm; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0cm; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt 111.6pt; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; PADDING-TOP: 0cm; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; mso-border-left-alt: solid windowtext 6.0pt; mso-padding-alt: 0cm 0cm 0cm 0cm"&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: #888888; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;cheirei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FLOAT: left"&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; PADDING-RIGHT: 0cm; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 0cm; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0cm; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt 111.6pt; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; PADDING-TOP: 0cm; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; mso-border-left-alt: solid windowtext 6.0pt; mso-padding-alt: 0cm 0cm 0cm 0cm"&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: #888888; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;12:56 PM&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;e nao cheirava a nada especial.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FLOAT: left"&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; PADDING-RIGHT: 0cm; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 0cm; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0cm; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt 111.6pt; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; PADDING-TOP: 0cm; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; mso-border-left-alt: solid windowtext 6.0pt; mso-padding-alt: 0cm 0cm 0cm 0cm"&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: #888888; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;Thiago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;: o que era?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FLOAT: left"&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; PADDING-RIGHT: 0cm; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 0cm; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0cm; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt 111.6pt; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; PADDING-TOP: 0cm; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; mso-border-left-alt: solid windowtext 6.0pt; mso-padding-alt: 0cm 0cm 0cm 0cm"&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: #888888; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;: bom, tirei a almofada da cama e continuei a dormir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FLOAT: left"&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; PADDING-RIGHT: 0cm; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 0cm; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0cm; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt 111.6pt; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; PADDING-TOP: 0cm; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; mso-border-left-alt: solid windowtext 6.0pt; mso-padding-alt: 0cm 0cm 0cm 0cm"&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: #888888; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;sempre com medo que voltasse a cair mais alguma coisa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FLOAT: left"&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; PADDING-RIGHT: 0cm; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 0cm; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0cm; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt 111.6pt; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; PADDING-TOP: 0cm; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; mso-border-left-alt: solid windowtext 6.0pt; mso-padding-alt: 0cm 0cm 0cm 0cm"&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: #888888; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;de manha acordei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FLOAT: left"&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; PADDING-RIGHT: 0cm; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 0cm; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0cm; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt 111.6pt; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; PADDING-TOP: 0cm; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; mso-border-left-alt: solid windowtext 6.0pt; mso-padding-alt: 0cm 0cm 0cm 0cm"&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: #888888; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;fui tomar banho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FLOAT: left"&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; PADDING-RIGHT: 0cm; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 0cm; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0cm; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt 111.6pt; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; PADDING-TOP: 0cm; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; mso-border-left-alt: solid windowtext 6.0pt; mso-padding-alt: 0cm 0cm 0cm 0cm"&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: #888888; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;12:57 PM&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;e quando terminei o banho ja ele estava acordado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FLOAT: left"&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; PADDING-RIGHT: 0cm; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 0cm; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0cm; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt 111.6pt; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; PADDING-TOP: 0cm; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; mso-border-left-alt: solid windowtext 6.0pt; mso-padding-alt: 0cm 0cm 0cm 0cm"&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: #888888; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;sentado na secretaria a ler a biblia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FLOAT: left"&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; PADDING-RIGHT: 0cm; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 0cm; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0cm; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt 111.6pt; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; PADDING-TOP: 0cm; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; mso-border-left-alt: solid windowtext 6.0pt; mso-padding-alt: 0cm 0cm 0cm 0cm"&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: #888888; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;Thiago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;: LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FLOAT: left"&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; PADDING-RIGHT: 0cm; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 0cm; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0cm; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt 111.6pt; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; PADDING-TOP: 0cm; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; mso-border-left-alt: solid windowtext 6.0pt; mso-padding-alt: 0cm 0cm 0cm 0cm"&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: #888888; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;: e eu perguntei-lhe o que tinha acontecido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FLOAT: left"&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; PADDING-RIGHT: 0cm; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 0cm; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0cm; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt 111.6pt; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; PADDING-TOP: 0cm; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; mso-border-left-alt: solid windowtext 6.0pt; mso-padding-alt: 0cm 0cm 0cm 0cm"&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: #888888; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;o que eh que ele tinha estado a beber que me tinha caido na cama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FLOAT: left"&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; PADDING-RIGHT: 0cm; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 0cm; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0cm; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt 111.6pt; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; PADDING-TOP: 0cm; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; mso-border-left-alt: solid windowtext 6.0pt; mso-padding-alt: 0cm 0cm 0cm 0cm"&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: #888888; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;e ele disse que nao tinha bebido nada e que nao tinha nenhuma garrafa na cama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FLOAT: left"&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; PADDING-RIGHT: 0cm; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 0cm; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0cm; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt 111.6pt; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; PADDING-TOP: 0cm; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; mso-border-left-alt: solid windowtext 6.0pt; mso-padding-alt: 0cm 0cm 0cm 0cm"&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: #888888; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;12:58 PM&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;e explicou que deve ter batido com a cabeca na parede e cuspiu saliva acumulada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FLOAT: left"&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; PADDING-RIGHT: 0cm; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 0cm; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0cm; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt 111.6pt; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; PADDING-TOP: 0cm; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; mso-border-left-alt: solid windowtext 6.0pt; mso-padding-alt: 0cm 0cm 0cm 0cm"&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: #888888; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;Thiago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;: ??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FLOAT: left"&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; PADDING-RIGHT: 0cm; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 0cm; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0cm; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt 111.6pt; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; PADDING-TOP: 0cm; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; mso-border-left-alt: solid windowtext 6.0pt; mso-padding-alt: 0cm 0cm 0cm 0cm"&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: #888888; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;: SALIVA!!!!!!!!!!!! CUSPO &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FLOAT: left"&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; PADDING-RIGHT: 0cm; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 0cm; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0cm; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt 111.6pt; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; PADDING-TOP: 0cm; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; mso-border-left-alt: solid windowtext 6.0pt; mso-padding-alt: 0cm 0cm 0cm 0cm"&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: #888888; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;Thiago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;: LOLOLLOLOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FLOAT: left"&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; PADDING-RIGHT: 0cm; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 0cm; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0cm; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt 111.6pt; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; PADDING-TOP: 0cm; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; mso-border-left-alt: solid windowtext 6.0pt; mso-padding-alt: 0cm 0cm 0cm 0cm"&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: #888888; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;: em cima da minha almofada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FLOAT: left"&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; PADDING-RIGHT: 0cm; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 0cm; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0cm; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt 111.6pt; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; PADDING-TOP: 0cm; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; mso-border-left-alt: solid windowtext 6.0pt; mso-padding-alt: 0cm 0cm 0cm 0cm"&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: #888888; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;12:59 PM&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;se eu tivesse a dormir teria caido precisamemte em cima da minha cabeca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FLOAT: left"&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; PADDING-RIGHT: 0cm; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 0cm; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0cm; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt 111.6pt; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; PADDING-TOP: 0cm; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; mso-border-left-alt: solid windowtext 6.0pt; mso-padding-alt: 0cm 0cm 0cm 0cm"&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: #888888; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;e eu dizia que era impossivel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FLOAT: left"&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; PADDING-RIGHT: 0cm; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 0cm; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0cm; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt 111.6pt; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; PADDING-TOP: 0cm; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; mso-border-left-alt: solid windowtext 6.0pt; mso-padding-alt: 0cm 0cm 0cm 0cm"&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: #888888; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;a quantidade que caiu era impossivel que fosse saliva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FLOAT: left"&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; PADDING-RIGHT: 0cm; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 0cm; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0cm; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt 111.6pt; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; PADDING-TOP: 0cm; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; mso-border-left-alt: solid windowtext 6.0pt; mso-padding-alt: 0cm 0cm 0cm 0cm"&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: #888888; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;e ele continuou a dizer que nao, nao tinha nenhuma garrafa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FLOAT: left"&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; PADDING-RIGHT: 0cm; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 0cm; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0cm; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt 111.6pt; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; PADDING-TOP: 0cm; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; mso-border-left-alt: solid windowtext 6.0pt; mso-padding-alt: 0cm 0cm 0cm 0cm"&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: #888888; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;so poderia ser saliva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FLOAT: left"&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; PADDING-RIGHT: 0cm; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 0cm; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0cm; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt 111.6pt; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; PADDING-TOP: 0cm; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; mso-border-left-alt: solid windowtext 6.0pt; mso-padding-alt: 0cm 0cm 0cm 0cm"&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: #888888; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;Thiago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;: Lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FLOAT: left"&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; PADDING-RIGHT: 0cm; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 0cm; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0cm; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt 111.6pt; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; PADDING-TOP: 0cm; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; mso-border-left-alt: solid windowtext 6.0pt; mso-padding-alt: 0cm 0cm 0cm 0cm"&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: #888888; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;: :(:(:(:(:(:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FLOAT: left"&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; PADDING-RIGHT: 0cm; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 0cm; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0cm; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt 111.6pt; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; PADDING-TOP: 0cm; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; mso-border-left-alt: solid windowtext 6.0pt; mso-padding-alt: 0cm 0cm 0cm 0cm"&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: #888888; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;1:00 PM&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;a almofada ficou toda molhada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FLOAT: left"&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; PADDING-RIGHT: 0cm; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 0cm; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0cm; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt 111.6pt; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; PADDING-TOP: 0cm; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; mso-border-left-alt: solid windowtext 6.0pt; mso-padding-alt: 0cm 0cm 0cm 0cm"&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: #888888; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;1:01 PM&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt; &lt;b&gt;Thiago&lt;/b&gt;: n aguento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FLOAT: left"&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; PADDING-RIGHT: 0cm; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 0cm; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0cm; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt 111.6pt; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; PADDING-TOP: 0cm; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; mso-border-left-alt: solid windowtext 6.0pt; mso-padding-alt: 0cm 0cm 0cm 0cm"&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: #888888; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;só me rio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FLOAT: left"&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; PADDING-RIGHT: 0cm; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 0cm; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0cm; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt 111.6pt; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; PADDING-TOP: 0cm; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; mso-border-left-alt: solid windowtext 6.0pt; mso-padding-alt: 0cm 0cm 0cm 0cm"&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: #888888; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;1:02 PM&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;: hoje foi um fartote&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FLOAT: left"&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; PADDING-RIGHT: 0cm; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 0cm; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0cm; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt 111.6pt; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; PADDING-TOP: 0cm; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; mso-border-left-alt: solid windowtext 6.0pt; mso-padding-alt: 0cm 0cm 0cm 0cm"&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: #888888; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;1:03 PM&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;pus toda a gente a rir com a minha historia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FLOAT: left"&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; PADDING-RIGHT: 0cm; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 0cm; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0cm; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt 111.6pt; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; PADDING-TOP: 0cm; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; mso-border-left-alt: solid windowtext 6.0pt; mso-padding-alt: 0cm 0cm 0cm 0cm"&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: #888888; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;mas no fundo nao tem piada nenhuma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FLOAT: left"&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; PADDING-RIGHT: 0cm; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 0cm; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0cm; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt 111.6pt; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; PADDING-TOP: 0cm; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; mso-border-left-alt: solid windowtext 6.0pt; mso-padding-alt: 0cm 0cm 0cm 0cm"&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: #888888; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;se tivesse levado com o cuspo na cara :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FLOAT: left"&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; PADDING-RIGHT: 0cm; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 0cm; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0cm; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt 111.6pt; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; PADDING-TOP: 0cm; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; mso-border-left-alt: solid windowtext 6.0pt; mso-padding-alt: 0cm 0cm 0cm 0cm"&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: #888888; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;1:04 PM&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;esta vida nao eh facil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;table style="MARGIN-LEFT: 111.6pt; mso-padding-alt: 0cm 0cm 0cm 0cm; mso-cellspacing: .7pt" cellspacing="1" cellpadding="0" border="0"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: #c0c0c0; PADDING-RIGHT: 0cm; BORDER-TOP: #c0c0c0; PADDING-LEFT: 0cm; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0cm; BORDER-LEFT: #c0c0c0; WIDTH: 100%; PADDING-TOP: 0cm; BORDER-BOTTOM: #c0c0c0; BACKGROUND-COLOR: transparent" width="100%"&gt;  &lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt; &lt;hr align="center" width="100%" color="#cccccc" noshade size="1"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Arial Unicode MS'"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: #c0c0c0; PADDING-RIGHT: 0cm; BORDER-TOP: #c0c0c0; PADDING-LEFT: 0cm; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0cm; BORDER-LEFT: #c0c0c0; PADDING-TOP: 0cm; BORDER-BOTTOM: #c0c0c0; BACKGROUND-COLOR: transparent" nowrap&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9.5pt; COLOR: #aaaaaa; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;5 minutes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 9.5pt; COLOR: #aaaaaa; FONT-FAMILY: Arial; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Arial Unicode MS'"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; PADDING-RIGHT: 0cm; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 0cm; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0cm; BORDER-LEFT: windowtext 6pt solid; PADDING-TOP: 0cm; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none"&gt;&lt;span style="FLOAT: left"&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; PADDING-RIGHT: 0cm; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 0cm; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0cm; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt 111.6pt; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; PADDING-TOP: 0cm; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; mso-border-left-alt: solid windowtext 6.0pt; mso-padding-alt: 0cm 0cm 0cm 0cm"&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: #888888; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;1:10 PM&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;Thiago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;: eu tou a chorar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FLOAT: left"&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; PADDING-RIGHT: 0cm; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 0cm; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0cm; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt 111.6pt; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; PADDING-TOP: 0cm; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; mso-border-left-alt: solid windowtext 6.0pt; mso-padding-alt: 0cm 0cm 0cm 0cm"&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: #888888; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;de tanto rir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FLOAT: left"&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; PADDING-RIGHT: 0cm; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 0cm; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0cm; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt 111.6pt; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; PADDING-TOP: 0cm; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; mso-border-left-alt: solid windowtext 6.0pt; mso-padding-alt: 0cm 0cm 0cm 0cm"&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: #888888; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;: :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19847892-115106199348938114?l=migasatsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19847892/posts/default/115106199348938114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19847892/posts/default/115106199348938114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://migasatsea.blogspot.com/2006/06/o-que-me-aconteceu-hoje-durante-noite.html' title='O que me aconteceu hoje durante a noite.......'/><author><name>Miguel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16848138057511725555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19847892.post-115078962675635084</id><published>2006-06-20T00:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T00:59:01.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kusadasi (Ephesus)</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Ephesus&lt;/strong&gt;, eh um dos monumentos arqueologicos mais impressionantes que ja visitei. A area que ocupa, a historia por detras da formacao da cidade, o abandono e a posterior descoberta tornam este sitio um dos mais ricos e mais interessantes dentro do seu genero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cidade foi mandada construir por Andeoclus, filho do Rei Codrus de Atenas , que consultou um oraculo para decidir onde construir a cidade, que lhe respondeu de uma forma misteriosa que deveria construir a cidade no local indicado pelo peixe e pelo javali e nesse sitio foi construido o Templo de Artemis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nesse tempo, Ephesus, era uma cidade portuaria de grande importancia (600 AC) mas com o recuo das aguas durantes os seculos a cidade foi perdendo relevancia e devido aos terrenos pantanosos foi tendo constantes pestes o que levou ao seu abandono completo (431 DC).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por essa razao esta cidade eh dos monumentos mais bem preservados de todo o &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mediterrâneo&lt;/span&gt; Este.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nao eh por acaso que o Templo de Artemis eh uma das sete maravilhas do mundo antigo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19847892-115078962675635084?l=migasatsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19847892/posts/default/115078962675635084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19847892/posts/default/115078962675635084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://migasatsea.blogspot.com/2006/06/kusadasi-ephesus.html' title='Kusadasi (Ephesus)'/><author><name>Miguel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16848138057511725555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19847892.post-115061955370972534</id><published>2006-06-18T01:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T01:32:33.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Istanbul</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Cidade das 7 colinas, a unica cidade no mundo que &amp;quot;pertence&amp;quot; a dois continentes, a parte norte do canal Bosphurus&amp;nbsp;pertence ah Europa a parte sul pertence ah Asia. O barco esta situado naparte Europeia da cidade. A maior parte das atraccoes tambem. A mesquita Azul, o palacio Topkapi, a Igreja da Santa Sofia, os Bazares (Grand Bazaar e o Bazaar das especiarias) o museu de arte islamica e turca, a torre e a ponte de Galaca e ainda o Palacio de Ciragan. Istabul&amp;nbsp;tem cerca de&amp;nbsp;13 milhoes de habitantes. &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Eh uma cidade fascinante, com uma mistura enorme de culturas, tanto se encontram mulheres todas cobertas com as suas tunicas, como outras vestidas do mais moderno e &lt;em&gt;fashion&lt;/em&gt; que existe.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;As ruas estao sempre cheias de um mar de gente, a qualquer hora. Uma das pracas principais (Taksin square) ahs 4 da manha parece que eh de dia tal eh o numero de pessoas que por la andam.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Ve-se mais homens na rua do que mulheres, muitos sao feios. Os homens teem a mania de andar de mao dada ou abracados e muitas vezes fazem carinhos uns aos outros o que poderia levar a pensar que seria uma civilizacao muito aberta mas eh puro engano, sao super conservadores e a homosexualidade nao eh muito bem aceite. &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;A parte da cidade com maior numero de populacao eh a parte Asiatica e a maior parte trabalha na parte Europeia. O comercio eh muito forte, existem vendedores de rua por todo o ladoe nos bazares pode se encontrar de tudo, literalmente. &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Uma cidade a explorar com mais calma.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19847892-115061955370972534?l=migasatsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19847892/posts/default/115061955370972534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19847892/posts/default/115061955370972534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://migasatsea.blogspot.com/2006/06/istanbul.html' title='Istanbul'/><author><name>Miguel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16848138057511725555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19847892.post-115060783320890815</id><published>2006-06-17T22:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T22:17:13.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fwd: Santorini</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Hoje estamos em Santorini, uma pequena ilha Grega, de formacao vulcanica. O barco para mesmo no meio do que seria a cratera do vulcao. So hoje me apercebi disso.....eu sei.... ando distraido....&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;As casas foram construidas ah beira do pricipicio... com vista para a cratera...... imaginar que neste sitio em 1450 AC aconteceu uma erupcao vulcanica que criou a ilha que agora visitamos faz-me sentir um nervoso miudinho mas tambem me faz ter consciencia da nossa pequenez.  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;Santorini, eh um sitio que vale a pena visitar e explorar com mais calma.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Talvez um dia volte a visitar as ilhas gregas com mais calma.....&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/19847892-115060783320890815?l=migasatsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19847892/posts/default/115060783320890815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19847892/posts/default/115060783320890815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://migasatsea.blogspot.com/2006/06/fwd-santorini.html' title='Fwd: Santorini'/><author><name>Miguel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16848138057511725555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19847892.post-115010524313992727</id><published>2006-06-12T02:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T02:40:47.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Um ano!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;No passado dia 7 de Junho fez um ano que o meu pai faleceu. Um destes dias farei um post a contar a &amp;quot;aventura&amp;quot; que foi sair de Mykonos de volta a Lisboa.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Ontem ao ver o jogo de futebol lembrei-me varias vezes dele e da alegria que teria ao ver Portugal a jogar no Mundial. O futebol foi sempre uma das poucas coisas que nos ligava.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19847892-115010524313992727?l=migasatsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19847892/posts/default/115010524313992727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19847892/posts/default/115010524313992727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://migasatsea.blogspot.com/2006/06/um-ano.html' title='Um ano!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Miguel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16848138057511725555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19847892.post-115010426535541818</id><published>2006-06-12T02:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T02:24:26.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4 Cruzeiros para Ferias!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Fique registado que faltam quatro cruzeiros para eu ir de ferias, merecidas ferias.... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19847892-115010426535541818?l=migasatsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19847892/posts/default/115010426535541818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19847892/posts/default/115010426535541818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://migasatsea.blogspot.com/2006/06/4-cruzeiros-para-ferias.html' title='4 Cruzeiros para Ferias!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Miguel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16848138057511725555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19847892.post-114891545738327020</id><published>2006-05-29T08:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T08:10:57.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>18 de Maio</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Eu sei que ja o deveria ter feito antes.... mas infelizmente nao tive tempo.......&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Agora que tenho digo:&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Tal como o Herman o diria nos seus tempos de gloria....&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Este dia ficou-me na lembradura para todo o sempre.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O barco esteve em Lisboa.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;A passagem por Cascais, a entrada no Rio Tejo, Belem, a passagem por debaixo da ponte, foi lindissimo.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Mas o mais bonito de tudo foi receber a minha familia a bordo. Ter o privilegio de poderem ver, sentir, cheirar, andar pelos mesmos sitios que eu. Poderem viver um pouco do meu dia-a-dia. Conhecerem alguns colegas e ate o quarto onde durmo. &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Depois da visita fomos almocar ahs Docas e depois beber cafe a Belem.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Diria que foi um dia perfeito! se alguma vez isso pode existir.....&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;No dia 24 de Julho estarei de regresso a Lisboa, desta vez, mais uma vez, sera uma chegada pelos ares.......&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;P.S. Sim Thiago, quando digo familia tu tambem estas incluido..... ja fazes parte da familia ;). Obrigado pelo cd, pelo teu livro, pelos guias e pelo teu carinho.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19847892-114891545738327020?l=migasatsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19847892/posts/default/114891545738327020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19847892/posts/default/114891545738327020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://migasatsea.blogspot.com/2006/05/18-de-maio.html' title='18 de Maio'/><author><name>Miguel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16848138057511725555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19847892.post-114891352396507761</id><published>2006-05-29T07:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T07:38:44.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DVD's em estreia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kusadasi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Capital do DVD pirata (digo eu)&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Estava ansioso para chegar aqui para ir ao meu &amp;quot;dealer&amp;quot; de DVD's. Os titulos que comprei foram:&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Walk the line&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Match point&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;The producers&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Buble (Steven Soderberg) - que nao conhecia&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Inside Man (com a Jodie Foster, essa grande Diva) - tambem nao conhecia&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Good night &amp;amp; good luck&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;The Libertine&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Rent&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Manderlay (Lars von Trier)&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;La Nina Santa (Pedro Almodovar como productor)&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Ash Wednesday (Edward Burns, essa grande lindo)&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Acho que tenho filmes que chegam para 21 dias, tempo que demora a voltar a Kusadasi.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Todos estes filmes comprei por 35 Euros, total. Bom negocio......espermos, depois de ver a qualidade de cada um.......&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19847892-114891352396507761?l=migasatsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19847892/posts/default/114891352396507761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19847892/posts/default/114891352396507761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://migasatsea.blogspot.com/2006/05/dvds-em-estreia.html' title='DVD&apos;s em estreia'/><author><name>Miguel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16848138057511725555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19847892.post-114863071422415836</id><published>2006-05-26T01:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T01:05:14.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saudades</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Tenho saudades de escrever algo no meu blog...... a ver se arranjo um pouco de tempo......&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Havia tanto para dizer.... tanto para conversar..... que a vida toda nao chega.....&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19847892-114863071422415836?l=migasatsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19847892/posts/default/114863071422415836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19847892/posts/default/114863071422415836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://migasatsea.blogspot.com/2006/05/saudades.html' title='Saudades'/><author><name>Miguel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16848138057511725555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19847892.post-114632458163682050</id><published>2006-04-29T08:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T08:29:41.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My true color!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="rtcol" id="popResult"&gt; &lt;div class="resultheader"&gt;&lt;a href="http://web.tickle.com/"&gt;Red&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://web.tickle.com/"&gt;Your color is &lt;b&gt;red&lt;/b&gt;, the color of racy sportscars, blushing cheeks, and luscious roses. Red symbolizes passion, romance, and love. So, since you're ruled by red, you probably trust your feelings more than your brain and tend to act spontaneously.  If you see something you want, you go for it without thinking twice — impulsive is your middle name. You don't wait around for people to make decisions, either; you dive right in. Quite the romantic, you pay close attention to your emotions. In fact, if your heart isn't in what you're doing, you won't be satisfied. Of course, even when you  &lt;i&gt;do&lt;/i&gt; pour all your energy into the projects you tackle, your impetuous nature means your passions can shift as frequently as the wind. That's why some reds have trouble with commitment. Our advice? Next time you're feeling fickle, think before you act, if possible. You might be surprised at the results. Overall, though, it's great to be red. No one lives life more completely than you do. &lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p id="ticklerc"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br class="clear"&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19847892-114632458163682050?l=migasatsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19847892/posts/default/114632458163682050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19847892/posts/default/114632458163682050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://migasatsea.blogspot.com/2006/04/my-true-color.html' title='My true color!!!!!'/><author><name>Miguel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16848138057511725555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19847892.post-114632447065277688</id><published>2006-04-29T08:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T08:27:50.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://web.tickle.com/rd/50649/color/index.jsp?testname=colorogt&amp;resultid=B" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="115" alt="Take this test at Tickle" src="http://web.tickle.com/cv/50649/http://i.emode.com/color/images/red_s.gif" width="120" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your true color is Red!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://web.tickle.com/rd/50650/color/index.jsp?testname=colorogt&amp;amp;resultid=B" target="_blank"&gt;What's Your True Color?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brought to you by &lt;a href="http://web.tickle.com/rd/50631/" target="_blank"&gt;Tickle&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19847892-114632447065277688?l=migasatsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19847892/posts/default/114632447065277688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19847892/posts/default/114632447065277688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://migasatsea.blogspot.com/2006/04/your-true-color-is-red-whats-your-true.html' title=''/><author><name>Miguel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16848138057511725555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19847892.post-114549772901380571</id><published>2006-04-19T18:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T18:48:49.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Algumas notas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Ja faz algum tempo que nao escrevo nada substancial no meu blog, por isso hoje deixo aqui algumas notas sobre o que gostaria de escrever quando tiver tempo e me sentir inspirado.... &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Como alguem dizia o acto de escrever requer 70% de transpiracao e 30% de inspiracao (mais coisa menos coisa.....). Para os primeiros 70% nao tenho tido tempo e para os restantes 30% preciso que os astros estejam todos alinhados e mesmo assim eh dificil que saia alguma coisa de jeito.......  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Bom, aqui vamos:&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;1 - Morte a bordo&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Sim, aconteceu no cruzeiro passado. Um cliente morreu a bordo. Ataque de coracao. O telefone de emergencia tocou. A esposa em panico a dizer que o marido nao respirava. A equipa medica chegou ao quarto, 30 minutos a tentar recuperar. O corpo esta morto. Ao mesmo tempo havia no bar da tripulacao uma festa tematica &amp;quot; Wine &amp;amp; Cheese&amp;quot;. Eu e os meus colegas bebiamos bom vinho acompanhado por queijo enquanto alguem chorava a morte do marido. Tinha cerca de 80 anos de idade, casados ah mais de 50. Podem imaginar como foram passados os dias seguintes. Entre telefonemas para a familia, para seguradoras, organizar o desemarque do corpo na Jamaica e o contacto directo com a viuva conseguir relativizar tudo e pensar que sao so clientes e que assim que sairem na Jamaica nunca mais vamos saber dela/deles.... so assim eh possivel seguir em frente e enfrentar o clinte seguinte que esta chateado porque&amp;nbsp;a excursao nao correu como ele esperava......  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;2 - Flirt&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Queria escrever uma Ode ao Flirt.... ainda andei por alguns dias a pesquisar na net para encontrar algum texto que gostasse mas nao encontrei nada. Adoro o flirt, a subtil troca de olhares, sorrisos. O flirt com um estranho que passa ou alguem que por momentos partilha o mesmo espaco que nos, alguem que nao vamos voltar a ver, de certeza, mas que naquele momento esta preso nos nossos olhos.  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;3 - Gajos&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Ja faz algum tempo uma amiga pediu-me para escrever sobre os gajos a bordo. Ainda nao o fiz e por isso peco-lhe desculpa. &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;No barco temos um programa de actividades por cruzeiro para a tripulacao e recebemos esse programa em forma de jornal, com mais ou menos&amp;nbsp;6/8 paginas. Nestes ultimos cruzeiros&amp;nbsp;tem sido incluido um texto escrito pormembros da tripulacao e um deles versava a escasses de mulheres disponiveis a bordo, entre as que sao comprometidas em terra e a bordo sobram muito poucos alem de que&amp;nbsp;o numero&amp;nbsp; de homens eh maior do que o numero de mulheres. Ele nas contas que faz, brincando um pouco com os numeros, nao refere a comunidade gay... o que me deixou triste....&amp;nbsp;mas sao poucos os que se assumem.... a maior parte ainda vive no armario.... tem namoradas..... e como o ambiente de trabalho em alguns departamentos eh muito masculino eles teem dificuldade em se libertarem do machismo existente. &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Se eu tivesse tempo estes seriam os meus tres motivos de conversa para o meu blog..... mas infelizmente neste momento nem tempo, nem paciencia, nem arte......&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19847892-114549772901380571?l=migasatsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19847892/posts/default/114549772901380571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19847892/posts/default/114549772901380571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://migasatsea.blogspot.com/2006/04/algumas-notas.html' title='Algumas notas'/><author><name>Miguel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16848138057511725555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19847892.post-114467582911919811</id><published>2006-04-10T06:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T06:30:29.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;Viva o &lt;/font&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.google.com"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;Google&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;Viva o &lt;/font&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gmail.com"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;Gmail&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;!!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;Viva o &lt;/font&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.google.com/talk"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;Google Talk&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;!!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19847892-114467582911919811?l=migasatsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19847892/posts/default/114467582911919811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19847892/posts/default/114467582911919811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://migasatsea.blogspot.com/2006/04/viva-o-google.html' title=''/><author><name>Miguel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16848138057511725555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19847892.post-114436985412155563</id><published>2006-04-06T17:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T17:30:55.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Carabinhas!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Falta um pouco mais de um mes para sairmos das Caraibas!&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Atravessar o Atlantico e estar mais perto de casa.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;No entanto a vida facil tambem termina nessa altura, os cruzeiros na Europa sao mais interessantes mas dao muito mais trabalho.....&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Os equilibrios sao sempe dificeis de encontrar.....&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19847892-114436985412155563?l=migasatsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19847892/posts/default/114436985412155563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19847892/posts/default/114436985412155563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://migasatsea.blogspot.com/2006/04/carabinhas.html' title='Carabinhas!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Miguel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16848138057511725555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19847892.post-114427970787570051</id><published>2006-04-05T16:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T16:28:28.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 12pt; mso-pagination: widow-orphan lines-together; mso-layout-grid-align: none" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Helv"&gt; &lt;font size="4"&gt;Parabens a voce, nesta data querida&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 12pt; mso-pagination: widow-orphan lines-together; mso-layout-grid-align: none" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Helv"&gt; &lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 12pt; mso-pagination: widow-orphan lines-together; mso-layout-grid-align: none" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Helv"&gt; &lt;font size="4"&gt;muitas felicidades, muitos anos de vida&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 12pt; mso-pagination: widow-orphan lines-together; mso-layout-grid-align: none" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Helv"&gt; &lt;font size="4"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 12pt; mso-pagination: widow-orphan lines-together; mso-layout-grid-align: none" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Helv"&gt; &lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 12pt; mso-pagination: widow-orphan lines-together; mso-layout-grid-align: none" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Helv"&gt; &lt;font size="4"&gt;Hoje eh dia de festa,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 12pt; mso-pagination: widow-orphan lines-together; mso-layout-grid-align: none" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Helv"&gt; &lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 12pt; mso-pagination: widow-orphan lines-together; mso-layout-grid-align: none" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Helv"&gt; &lt;font size="4"&gt;cantam as nossas almas,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 12pt; mso-pagination: widow-orphan lines-together; mso-layout-grid-align: none" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Helv"&gt; &lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 12pt; mso-pagination: widow-orphan lines-together; mso-layout-grid-align: none" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Helv"&gt; &lt;font size="4"&gt;para o menino &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://o-meu-eu-e-os-outros-eus.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;font color="#800080"&gt;Thiago&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 12pt; mso-pagination: widow-orphan lines-together; mso-layout-grid-align: none" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Helv"&gt; &lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 12pt; mso-pagination: widow-orphan lines-together; mso-layout-grid-align: none" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Helv"&gt; &lt;font size="4"&gt;Uma salva de palmas!!!!!!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 12pt; mso-pagination: widow-orphan lines-together; mso-layout-grid-align: none" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Helv"&gt; &lt;font size="4"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 12pt; mso-pagination: widow-orphan lines-together; mso-layout-grid-align: none" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Helv"&gt; &lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 12pt; mso-pagination: widow-orphan lines-together; mso-layout-grid-align: none" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Helv"&gt; &lt;font size="4"&gt;hehehehehehehehehehehehehe&lt;/font&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/19847892-114427970787570051?l=migasatsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19847892/posts/default/114427970787570051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19847892/posts/default/114427970787570051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://migasatsea.blogspot.com/2006/04/parabens-voce-nesta-data-querida.html' title=''/><author><name>Miguel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16848138057511725555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19847892.post-114402678713392786</id><published>2006-04-02T18:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T18:13:07.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Mais uma viagem.....&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;table style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #000000; FONT-FAMILY: Arial" valign="center" align="middle" colspan="4" height="40"&gt; &lt;div&gt;Voyage Schedule&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr height="20"&gt; &lt;td width="5"&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="35"&gt; &lt;div&gt;Apr 1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="5"&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="100"&gt; &lt;div&gt;Galveston&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr height="20"&gt; &lt;td width="5" bgcolor="#e19641"&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="COLOR: #ffffff" width="35" bgcolor="#e19641"&gt; &lt;div&gt;Apr 2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="COLOR: #ffffff" width="5" bgcolor="#e19641"&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="COLOR: #ffffff" width="100" bgcolor="#e19641"&gt; &lt;div&gt;At Sea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr height="20"&gt; &lt;td width="5"&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="35"&gt; &lt;div&gt;Apr 3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="5"&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="100"&gt; &lt;div&gt;Cozumel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr height="20"&gt; &lt;td width="5"&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="35"&gt; &lt;div&gt;Apr 4&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="5"&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="100"&gt; &lt;div&gt;Costa Maya&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr height="20"&gt; &lt;td width="5"&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="35"&gt; &lt;div&gt;Apr 5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="5"&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="100"&gt; &lt;div&gt;At Sea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr height="20"&gt; &lt;td width="5"&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="35"&gt; &lt;div&gt;Apr 6&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="5"&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="100"&gt; &lt;div&gt;Puerto Limon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr height="20"&gt; &lt;td width="5"&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="35"&gt; &lt;div&gt;Apr 7&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="5"&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="100"&gt; &lt;div&gt;Panama Canal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr height="20"&gt; &lt;td width="5"&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="35"&gt; &lt;div&gt;Apr 8&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="5"&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="100"&gt; &lt;div&gt;At Sea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr height="20"&gt; &lt;td width="5"&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="35"&gt; &lt;div&gt;Apr 9&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="5"&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="100"&gt; &lt;div&gt;Montego Bay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr height="20"&gt; &lt;td width="5"&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="35"&gt; &lt;div&gt;Apr 10&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="5"&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="100"&gt; &lt;div&gt;George Town&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr height="20"&gt; &lt;td width="5"&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="35"&gt; &lt;div&gt;Apr 11&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="5"&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="100"&gt; &lt;div&gt;At Sea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr height="20"&gt; &lt;td width="5"&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="35"&gt; &lt;div&gt;Apr 12&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="5"&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="100"&gt; &lt;div&gt;At Sea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr height="20"&gt; &lt;td width="5"&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="35"&gt; &lt;div&gt;Apr 13&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="5"&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="100"&gt; &lt;div&gt;Galveston&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;N. 7 / 16&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;O dia de ontem foi horrivel... trabalhei quase 14 horas.... mais tarde farei um post.....&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19847892-114402678713392786?l=migasatsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19847892/posts/default/114402678713392786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19847892/posts/default/114402678713392786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://migasatsea.blogspot.com/2006/04/mais-uma-viagem.html' title=''/><author><name>Miguel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16848138057511725555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19847892.post-114365029330042685</id><published>2006-03-29T08:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T08:38:13.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0376541/"&gt;CLOSER&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Ontem vi este filme, achei os dialogos excepcionais, o sentido de humor e a profundidade sao tocantes. &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Alem disso o Jude Law continua lindo e os olhos do &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0654110/"&gt;Clive Owen&lt;/a&gt; sao&amp;nbsp;magnificos. A Julia Roberts tambem esta excepcional.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Aqui ficam alguns &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0376541/quotes"&gt;&amp;quot;&lt;em&gt;Quotes&amp;quot;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000204/"&gt;Alice&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: Hello, stranger. &lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;hr width="30%"&gt;  &lt;a name="qt0206704"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000179/"&gt;Dan&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: Didn't fancy my sandwiches? &lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000204/"&gt;Alice&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: Don't eat fish. &lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000179/"&gt; Dan&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: Why not? &lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000204/"&gt;Alice&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: Fish piss in the sea. &lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000179/"&gt;Dan&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: So do children. &lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000204/"&gt; Alice&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: Don't eat children either&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;hr width="30%"&gt;  &lt;a name="qt0206719"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000204/"&gt;Alice&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: How can one man be so endlessly disappointing? &lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000179/"&gt;Dan&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: That's my charm. &lt;br&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;hr width="30%"&gt;  &lt;a name="qt0206746"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000179/"&gt;Dan&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: You think love is simple. You think the heart is like a diagram. &lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0654110/"&gt;Larry&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: Have you ever seen a human heart? It looks like a fist, wrapped in blood!  &lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;hr width="30%"&gt;  &lt;a name="qt0206750"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000210/"&gt;Anna&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: Don't stop loving me. I can see it draining out of you. It's me, remember? It was a stupid thing to do and it meant nothing. If you love me enough, you'll forgive me.  &lt;br&gt; &lt;hr width="30%"&gt; &lt;a name="qt0206751"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000204/"&gt;Alice&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: Where is this love? I can't see it, I can't touch it. I can't feel it. I can hear it. I can hear some words, but I can't do anything with your easy words.  &lt;br&gt; &lt;hr width="30%"&gt; &lt;a name="qt0206752"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0654110/"&gt;Larry&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: You don't know the first thing about love, because you don't understand compromise. &lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19847892-114365029330042685?l=migasatsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19847892/posts/default/114365029330042685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19847892/posts/default/114365029330042685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://migasatsea.blogspot.com/2006/03/closer.html' title=''/><author><name>Miguel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16848138057511725555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19847892.post-114338666352646730</id><published>2006-03-26T07:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T07:24:23.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Mais uma viagem.......&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;table style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #000000; FONT-FAMILY: Arial" valign="center" align="middle" colspan="4" height="40"&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;Voyage Schedule&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr height="20"&gt; &lt;td width="5"&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="35"&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;Mar 20&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="5"&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="100"&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;Galveston&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr height="20"&gt; &lt;td width="5"&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="35"&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;Mar 21&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="5"&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="100"&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;At Sea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr height="20"&gt; &lt;td width="5"&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="35"&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;Mar 22&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="5"&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="100"&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;Cozumel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr height="20"&gt; &lt;td width="5"&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="35"&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;Mar 23&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="5"&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="100"&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;Costa Maya&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr height="20"&gt; &lt;td width="5"&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="35"&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;Mar 24&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="5"&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="100"&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;At Sea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr height="20"&gt; &lt;td width="5"&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="35"&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;Mar 25&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="5"&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="100"&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;Puerto Limon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr height="20"&gt; &lt;td width="5" bgcolor="#e19641"&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="COLOR: #ffffff" width="35" bgcolor="#e19641"&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;Mar 26&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="COLOR: #ffffff" width="5" bgcolor="#e19641"&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="COLOR: #ffffff" width="100" bgcolor="#e19641"&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;Panama Canal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr height="20"&gt; &lt;td width="5"&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="35"&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;Mar 27&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="5"&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="100"&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;At Sea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr height="20"&gt; &lt;td width="5"&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="35"&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;Mar 28&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="5"&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="100"&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;George Town&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr height="20"&gt; &lt;td width="5"&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="35"&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;Mar 29&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="5"&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="100"&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;Montego Bay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr height="20"&gt; &lt;td width="5"&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="35"&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;Mar 30&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="5"&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="100"&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;At Sea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr height="20"&gt; &lt;td width="5"&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="35"&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;Mar 31&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="5"&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="100"&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;At Sea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr height="20"&gt; &lt;td width="5"&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="35"&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;Apr 1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="5"&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="100"&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;Galveston&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p&gt;N. 6 de 16.........&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19847892-114338666352646730?l=migasatsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19847892/posts/default/114338666352646730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19847892/posts/default/114338666352646730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://migasatsea.blogspot.com/2006/03/mais-uma-viagem.html' title=''/><author><name>Miguel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16848138057511725555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19847892.post-114307912382981653</id><published>2006-03-22T17:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T17:58:43.896-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebrity Cruises na CNN pelas piores razoes......</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="gmail_quote"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="DIRECTION: ltr"&gt; &lt;div&gt;Noticia que esta na CNN - aconteceu com um dos nossos barcos, que esta a fazer o cruzeiro da America do Sul&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;h1&gt;Bus crash in Chile kills 11 tourists&lt;/h1&gt; &lt;h3&gt;Most of the dead believed to be Americans&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b style="FONT-SIZE: 14px"&gt;SANTIAGO, Chile (AP) -- A bus carrying tourists from a cruise ship plunged into a ravine Wednesday in the highlands of northern Chile and officials said 11 people were killed, most believed to be  U.S. citizens.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The bus was carrying tourists from a Bahamas-registered Millennium cruise ship for a visit to a national park outside of Arica, a city 1,250 miles north of Santiago, near the border with Peru and Bolivia, said Juan Carlos Poli, a municipal spokesman for Arica.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Poli said an undetermined number of tourists were injured in the accident. Regional governor Patricia Perez said a preliminary report by police put the number hurt at 5.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Rescue crews are working in the area, but we have confirmed 11 people killed, most of them apparently from the United States,&amp;quot; Poli said.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The bus had a capacity for 54 passengers, but Poli said it was not immediately known how many people were on board.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The accident occurred about 28 miles northeast of Arica on the road to the Bolivian capital city of La Paz.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;We still do not know the cause of the accident, but the road passes several cliffs and is very curvy ... a dangerous road,&amp;quot; Poli told The Associated Press by telephone.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The tourists were returning to the ship, which had arrived in Arica earlier in the day, after visiting the Chungara Lake in the Lauca National Park, at an altitude of 13,000 feet.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;p&gt;Copyright 2006 The &lt;a onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)" href="http://www.cnn.com/interactive_legal.html#AP" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;font color="#000099"&gt;Associated Press&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. All rights reserved.This  material may not be published, broadcast, rewritten, or redistributed. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19847892-114307912382981653?l=migasatsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19847892/posts/default/114307912382981653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19847892/posts/default/114307912382981653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://migasatsea.blogspot.com/2006/03/celebrity-cruises-na-cnn-pelas-piores.html' title='Celebrity Cruises na CNN pelas piores razoes......'/><author><name>Miguel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16848138057511725555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19847892.post-114306794587740116</id><published>2006-03-22T14:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T14:52:25.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bordel</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;O meu quarto desde que cheguei tem sido um autêntico bordel…… passo a explicar…&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;A atribuição dos quartos pela tripulação depende do departamento e do contrato individual de cada posição. Existem quartos para 6, 4, 2 e 1 pessoas. A tripulação menos privilegiada, tipo empregados de limpeza, da cozinha… até aos empregados de mesa ou de quarto dividem o quarto entre 6 ou 4 pax…. Depois as posições mais intermédias dividem entre duas pessoas e os  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;managers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;têm o quarto só para si.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;No meu caso, na minha posição, deveria dividir o quarto com outra pessoa, mas desta vez tenho a sorte de, por enquanto, não o estar a fazer… em virtude de no departamento sermos só três rapazes, o que leva a que um de nós tenha de ficar sozinho…. Ora a posição e a idade ainda são um posto, por isso calhou-me a mim ficar com o quarto sozinho…. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;Mas como estou sozinho num quarto que deveria ser para dois…. Leva a que sempre que falte um quarto para alguém o meu quarto é sempre a solução….Nestes dois meses que tenho de contrato já tive 4 pessoas diferentes como  &lt;i&gt;room mates&lt;/i&gt; (companheiros de quarto). O máximo que tiveram comigo foi um cruzeiro, tempo suficiente para vagar um quarto no departamento a que eles pertenciam, já tive um rapaz das excursões, um técnico de som, um &lt;/span&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;activity &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;staff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt; e um &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt; Guest Relations Officer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;(único do meu departamento). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;Na vida real o espaço é um bem escasso, no barco é ainda mais e por isso a maior parte da tripulação partilha o quarto. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;Bom, isto tudo não contando com outras visitas esporádicas que para aqui não são chamadas….&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;Uma coisa que se aprende quando se tem de partilhar o quarto é o respeito pelo espaço do outro e pelos pertences do outro…. Eu nunca fui à tropa mas imagino que a experiência seja um pouco idêntica. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;Por vezes acontecem situações em que temos de marcar o nosso território e estabelecer regras de convivência para que tudo corra bem. Como por exemplo o que aconteceu com o meu último companheiro de quarto, o técnico de som.  &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;No dia seguinte a ele ter chegado eu tive uma amável surpresa…. Quando acordei de manhã e ía tomar banho não tinha toalha de banho para mim….. só havia uma e tinha sido utilizada por ele…. A minha vontade foi ter acordá-lo e dizer-lhe para ir arranjar uma toalha para mim, mas aguentei-me firme e fui encontrar uma sozinho…. Na noite anterior quando ele utilizou a toalha vendo que só havia uma era evidente que era minha pois eu era o único a morar no quarto, por isso ele nessa altura devia ter ido procurar alguém para lhe dar uma para ele…. Mas ele encontrou uma solução mais fácil…. E usou a minha…. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;Eu fiquei furioso e só não o acordei porque…. Não sei….&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;Mais tarde ao partilhar esta história com um amigo ele disse-me para ter calma pois de certo ele tinha viajado o dia todo e por isso estava cansado e a precisar de um banho….. hummmm podia ser verdade mas de qualquer forma não resisti e de noite conversei com ele…. Ele pediu desculpa porque nem tinha pensado nisso em virtude de estar super cansado e já meio a dormir…. Pediu desculpa mais uma vez e tudo ficou bem…… &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;P.S. Até era giro mas um pouco mal tratado….. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;em termos de corpo… if you know what I mean…… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19847892-114306794587740116?l=migasatsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19847892/posts/default/114306794587740116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19847892/posts/default/114306794587740116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://migasatsea.blogspot.com/2006/03/bordel.html' title='Bordel'/><author><name>Miguel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16848138057511725555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19847892.post-114303629624025576</id><published>2006-03-22T06:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T06:37:14.260-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dois meses</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Fez no dia 20 de Março dois meses que saí de Lisboa, faltam quarto para regressar. Acho que o tempo custa mais a passar quando o contamos mas é mais forte do que eu….. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Em dois meses o que mudou em Portugal e no Mundo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt 36pt; TEXT-INDENT: -18pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list 36.0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;-&lt;span style="FONT: 7pt 'Times New Roman'"&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;Cavaco é o novo Presidente da Republica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt 36pt; TEXT-INDENT: -18pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list 36.0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;-&lt;span style="FONT: 7pt 'Times New Roman'"&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;&lt;a href="http://Sonae.com"&gt;Sonae.com&lt;/a&gt; fez uma OPA sobre a PT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt 36pt; TEXT-INDENT: -18pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list 36.0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;-&lt;span style="FONT: 7pt 'Times New Roman'"&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;BCP fez uma OPA sobre o BPI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt 36pt; TEXT-INDENT: -18pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list 36.0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;-&lt;span style="FONT: 7pt 'Times New Roman'"&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;Desemprego continua em Alta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt 36pt; TEXT-INDENT: -18pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list 36.0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;-&lt;span style="FONT: 7pt 'Times New Roman'"&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;Economia continua em baixa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt 36pt; TEXT-INDENT: -18pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list 36.0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;-&lt;span style="FONT: 7pt 'Times New Roman'"&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;Duas Lésbicas tentaram casar-se o que levou a que o casamento homossexual começasse a entrar na ordem do dia (três propostas na assembleia da republica) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt 36pt; TEXT-INDENT: -18pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list 36.0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;-&lt;span style="FONT: 7pt 'Times New Roman'"&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;Julgamento da Casa Pia continua sem ter fim previsto….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt 36pt; TEXT-INDENT: -18pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list 36.0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;-&lt;span style="FONT: 7pt 'Times New Roman'"&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;Caso das escutas telefónicas levou à apreensão dos computadores da redacção do 24 horas. Apreensão entretanto anulada pelo tribunal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt 36pt; TEXT-INDENT: -18pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list 36.0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;-&lt;span style="FONT: 7pt 'Times New Roman'"&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;Valentim Loureiro, Fatima Felgueiras e Isaltino Morais continuam Presidentes da suas respectivas câmaras para vergonha geral…..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt 36pt; TEXT-INDENT: -18pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list 36.0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;-&lt;span style="FONT: 7pt 'Times New Roman'"&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;Por causa de umas caricaturas de mau gosto meio mundo anda à guerra….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt 36pt; TEXT-INDENT: -18pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list 36.0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;-&lt;span style="FONT: 7pt 'Times New Roman'"&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;George Bush continua Presidente dos EUA e continua a tentar governar o mundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt 36pt; TEXT-INDENT: -18pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list 36.0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;-&lt;span style="FONT: 7pt 'Times New Roman'"&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;A Guerra no Iraque não parece ter fim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt 36pt; TEXT-INDENT: -18pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list 36.0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;-&lt;span style="FONT: 7pt 'Times New Roman'"&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;No Irão, nuclear ou não…. Quem sabe…..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt 36pt; TEXT-INDENT: -18pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list 36.0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;-&lt;span style="FONT: 7pt 'Times New Roman'"&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;Na Itália mais vale ser fascista do que gay….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt 36pt; TEXT-INDENT: -18pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list 36.0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;-&lt;span style="FONT: 7pt 'Times New Roman'"&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;A França está quase em guerra por causa de mudanças nas leis laborais…..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt 36pt; TEXT-INDENT: -18pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list 36.0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;-&lt;span style="FONT: 7pt 'Times New Roman'"&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;As aves continuam perigosas….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt 18pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt 18pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Alguém tem alguma coisa a acrescentar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt 18pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt 18pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;O que mudou em mim?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt 36pt; TEXT-INDENT: -18pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list 36.0pt 54.0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;-&lt;span style="FONT: 7pt 'Times New Roman'"&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;Estou mais magro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt 36pt; TEXT-INDENT: -18pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list 36.0pt 54.0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;-&lt;span style="FONT: 7pt 'Times New Roman'"&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;Dois meses mais velho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt 36pt; TEXT-INDENT: -18pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list 36.0pt 54.0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;-&lt;span style="FONT: 7pt 'Times New Roman'"&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;A minha irmã está finalmente divorciada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt 36pt; TEXT-INDENT: -18pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list 36.0pt 54.0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;-&lt;span style="FONT: 7pt 'Times New Roman'"&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;Comprei um i-pod novo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt 36pt; TEXT-INDENT: -18pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list 36.0pt 54.0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;-&lt;span style="FONT: 7pt 'Times New Roman'"&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;Este contrato tenho tentado me divertir mais e estar mais livre e solto, seguindo assim os conselhos de vários amigos. Acho que tenho conseguido….&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt 36pt; TEXT-INDENT: -18pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list 36.0pt 54.0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;-&lt;span style="FONT: 7pt 'Times New Roman'"&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;… não me lembro de mais nada…..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; tab-stops: list 54.0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19847892-114303629624025576?l=migasatsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19847892/posts/default/114303629624025576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19847892/posts/default/114303629624025576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://migasatsea.blogspot.com/2006/03/dois-meses.html' title='Dois meses'/><author><name>Miguel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16848138057511725555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19847892.post-114285979896344704</id><published>2006-03-20T05:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T05:03:20.723-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;Ontem uma cliente disse-me uma frase que ela mal sabia o quanto condizia com o que eu sentia:&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;h1 style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;"If you don't have anything good to say don't say it, keep it for yourself"&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;É assim que eu me sinto neste momento por isso este blog vai estar fechado nos próximos dias para recuperação de energias. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19847892-114285979896344704?l=migasatsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19847892/posts/default/114285979896344704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19847892/posts/default/114285979896344704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://migasatsea.blogspot.com/2006/03/ontem-uma-cliente-disse-me-uma-frase.html' title=''/><author><name>Miguel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16848138057511725555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19847892.post-114278077553337860</id><published>2006-03-19T07:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T07:06:15.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dia do Pai</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;Nunca fui muito de dar importância a estes dias festivos…. O meu pai adorava! Nunca percebi muito bem a razão pela qual ele adorava estes dias…. O meu pai nunca foi uma pessoa muito emotiva nem afectuosa…. Invariavelmente recebia uma mensagem ou telefonema da minha irmã ou da minha mãe para não me esquecer de telefonar ao meu pai ou ainda melhor passar por casa para lhe dar os parabéns….  &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;Fez nove meses que o meu pai faleceu, por isso hoje não tenho ninguém a quem ligar para dar os parabéns, por isso ficam aqui os parabéns aos pais de quem ler este post! &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19847892-114278077553337860?l=migasatsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19847892/posts/default/114278077553337860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19847892/posts/default/114278077553337860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://migasatsea.blogspot.com/2006/03/dia-do-pai.html' title='Dia do Pai'/><author><name>Miguel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16848138057511725555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19847892.post-114269035577960197</id><published>2006-03-18T05:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-18T07:37:23.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Impotência</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Já senti algumas vezes a impotência de estar longe. Quando precisam de nós sabe bem estar perto. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Estar à distancia de um telefonema: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt 36pt; TEXT-INDENT: -18pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list 36.0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;-&lt;span style="FONT: 7pt 'Times New Roman'"&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;Miguel vem que preciso de ti!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Ontem voltei a sentir isso sem nada poder fazer, mais do que esperar….. esperar que as nuvens escuras passem…. Que o mau tempo pereça…. Que o novo dia traga esperança para enfrentar todos os pesadelos e todos os desafios. E boas noticias… esperar por um e-mail a dizer que as coisas estão a melhorar, que tudo não passou de um susto….. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Nestas alturas apetece gritar e perguntar porquê, haverá alguma razão para tudo isto? Porque é as coisas têm de ser assim…. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19847892-114269035577960197?l=migasatsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19847892/posts/default/114269035577960197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19847892/posts/default/114269035577960197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://migasatsea.blogspot.com/2006/03/impotncia.html' title='Impotência'/><author><name>Miguel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16848138057511725555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19847892.post-114263235194420714</id><published>2006-03-17T13:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T13:52:32.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sentimentos.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;A amizade, a paixão e o amor são dos sentimentos mais nobres que existem, mas por vezes, especialmente os dois últimos, podem levar-nos a limites do exagero e ridículo que nós próprios não saberíamos ser possível. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;Ontem estava a ouvir musica aleatoriamente no meu i-pod e ouvi esta música:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;Macy Gray – Gimme All Your Lovin' or I Will Kill You&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="FONT-SIZE: 7pt; FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-bidi-font-size: 7.0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;he drives a g wagon&lt;br&gt;and he looks just like my dream&lt;br&gt;I been climbin' all his mountains &lt;br&gt;I been swimming all his seas&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;no matter what or how I tried&lt;br&gt;I couldn't get the man to fall in love with me&lt;br&gt;turns out he likes the girls with long and wavy hair&lt;br&gt;mine is short and kinky&lt;br&gt;I have lost my mind &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;c'mon and&lt;br&gt;gimme all your lovin'&lt;br&gt;or I will kill you&lt;br&gt;put one through your head&lt;br&gt;gimme all your lovin'&lt;br&gt;or I will kill you&lt;br&gt;and cry when you're dead&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;his whole body was shaking&lt;br&gt;and he holla'd when he fell to his knees &lt;br&gt;I held tighter to my ak&lt;br&gt;he said please please whatever you need&lt;br&gt;see I have searched the wide world&lt;br&gt;to find the peace for the war in me&lt;br&gt;don't wanna look no further&lt;br&gt;but you refuse to give it to me&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; and I have lost my mind&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;c'mon and&lt;br&gt;gimme all your lovin'&lt;br&gt;or I will kill you&lt;br&gt;put one through your head&lt;br&gt;gimme all your lovin'&lt;br&gt;or I will kill you&lt;br&gt;and cry when you're dead&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;it's amazing what a gun to the head can do &lt;br&gt;my baby loves me now as hard as he can&lt;br&gt;my methods may be suspect&lt;br&gt;but you gotta get love however you can&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-bidi-font-size: 7.0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;I have lost my mind!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19847892-114263235194420714?l=migasatsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19847892/posts/default/114263235194420714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19847892/posts/default/114263235194420714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://migasatsea.blogspot.com/2006/03/sentimentos.html' title='Sentimentos.....'/><author><name>Miguel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16848138057511725555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19847892.post-114255270710923743</id><published>2006-03-16T15:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T15:45:07.143-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lua Cheia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Ontem foi noite de lua cheia. &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Ontem mais uma vez no final da minha caminhada fiquei a contemplar o mar. Adoro lua cheia porque o mar adquire uma luminosidade fora do comum para a noite e por isso&amp;nbsp;consegue-se diferenciar os diferentes tons de azul escuro.  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Acabei no entanto no meu quarto a ver um filme que adorei, &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0367594/"&gt;Charlie &amp;amp; the Chocolate Factory&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;um filme de &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000318/"&gt;Tim Burton&lt;/a&gt; . Eh um filme ternurento sobre um rapaz pobre que tem como sonho conseguir ganhar um bilhete dourado que lhe vai dar acesso a um tour da Fabrica de Chocolate que existe na cidade. Cinco criancas ganharam esse bilhete mas no final so uma vai ganhar o grande premio...... &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19847892-114255270710923743?l=migasatsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19847892/posts/default/114255270710923743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19847892/posts/default/114255270710923743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://migasatsea.blogspot.com/2006/03/lua-cheia.html' title='Lua Cheia'/><author><name>Miguel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16848138057511725555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19847892.post-114252035779169021</id><published>2006-03-16T06:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T06:45:58.053-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="6"&gt;How much time we have left?&lt;/font&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19847892-114252035779169021?l=migasatsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19847892/posts/default/114252035779169021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19847892/posts/default/114252035779169021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://migasatsea.blogspot.com/2006/03/how-much-time-we-have-left.html' title=''/><author><name>Miguel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16848138057511725555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19847892.post-114236024523823474</id><published>2006-03-14T10:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T10:17:25.260-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Jacket (2005)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Ontem tive mais uma noite de insonias.... nao conseguia dormir...... os pensamentos consumiam-me..... por isso vi um filme, &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0366627/"&gt;the Jacket&lt;/a&gt;, nao sei o nome em portugues.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;O filme eh lindo, tem como protagonista o &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0004778/"&gt;Adrien Brody &lt;/a&gt;que esta magnifico, a fotografia e montagem sao tambem muito boas.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;A Historia eh sobre um veterano da guerra do golfo que eh apanhado no meio de um crime e nao se consegue lembrar do que aconteceu. Acusado do crime eh hospitalizado num manicomio devido ao facto de ter perdido a memoria..... no processo de recuperacao da memoria comeca a viajar no tempo que o leva a saber a hora da sua morte e como ajudar aqueles que mais ama. &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Eh um Thriler bem montado, com alguma fantasia e em que o trabalho dos actores principais esta excepcional.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19847892-114236024523823474?l=migasatsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19847892/posts/default/114236024523823474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19847892/posts/default/114236024523823474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://migasatsea.blogspot.com/2006/03/jacket-2005.html' title='The Jacket (2005)'/><author><name>Miguel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16848138057511725555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19847892.post-114234410719638961</id><published>2006-03-14T05:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T05:48:27.206-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A pedido da Sofia vou escrever sobre dormir e ouvir o mar…. e cheiros</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;Hoje quando cheguei ao meu quarto tentei abstrair-me de todos os barulhos que existiam à minha volta e concentrar-me a ouvir o mar. Estes dois últimos dias o mar tem estado um pouco agitado…. E por isso consegui isolar o mar de todos os outros barulhos e o que ouvi é o equivalente a ondas a bater num qualquer sólido. Como se o barco fosse uma ilha e eu tivesse numa praia a ouvir as ondas a baterem nas rochas.  &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;O meu quarto não tem janela por isso não consigo ver o mar, mas apesar de ser um quarto interior estou na zona externa, isto é, se abrisse um buraco no meu quarto, do outro lado entraria água….. hummmm &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;Só consigo ouvir o mar nos dias em que as águas estão mais agitadas, nos dias calmos não conseguiria ouvir…. Somente o movimento nos faz aperceber que estamos num corpo que move… e a sensação é idêntica a dormir embalado… dependendo da posição da cama e da violência do embalo pode ser mais ou menos agradável…. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;Hoje de noite fui mais uma vez fazer a minha caminhada diária, que já falei aqui várias vezes, no final da caminhada fiquei cinco minutos a olhar o mar. A zona onde estava é mais ou menos da altura de um 12º andar e estava mais ou menos a meio do barco. É lindo ver este corpo enorme abrir caminho e como resultado do contacto entre o barco e a água sai uma espuma branca que rapidamente desaparece. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;Quando se esta nas zonas abertas (open decks) do barco o ar que se respira é 100% puro e só se cheira a mar. Quando se está dentro do barco é completamente diferente. É um ambiente de ar condicionado, os cheiros são os cheiros normais de um hotel. Normalmente entre tripulação e clientes somos à volta de 2700/3000 pessoas. É muita gente junta…. Muita mistura de cheiros, entre comida, produtos de limpeza e mulheres e homens perfumados….. o que vale é que a pureza do ar está a uns meros 3 minutos de distancia…. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;Bom, espero que tenha respondido ao teu desafio.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19847892-114234410719638961?l=migasatsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19847892/posts/default/114234410719638961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19847892/posts/default/114234410719638961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://migasatsea.blogspot.com/2006/03/pedido-da-sofia-vou-escrever-sobre.html' title='A pedido da Sofia vou escrever sobre dormir e ouvir o mar…. e cheiros'/><author><name>Miguel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16848138057511725555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19847892.post-114230434502877934</id><published>2006-03-13T18:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T18:45:45.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poema de Sophia de Mello Breyner Andresen</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Eh a primeira vez que coloco um poema no meu Blog.... mas acho que comecei bem......&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a name="Data"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" color="#669999" size="2"&gt;Data&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;Tempo de solidão e de incerteza&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Tempo de medo e tempo de traição&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Tempo de injustiça e de vileza&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Tempo de negação&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Tempo de covardia e tempo de ira&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; Tempo de mascarada e de mentira&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Tempo de escravidão&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Tempo dos coniventes sem cadastro&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Tempo de silêncio e de mordaça&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Tempo onde o sangue não tem rasto&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Tempo da ameaça&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19847892-114230434502877934?l=migasatsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19847892/posts/default/114230434502877934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19847892/posts/default/114230434502877934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://migasatsea.blogspot.com/2006/03/poema-de-sophia-de-mello-breyner.html' title='Poema de Sophia de Mello Breyner Andresen'/><author><name>Miguel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16848138057511725555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19847892.post-114230424606593585</id><published>2006-03-13T18:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T18:44:06.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Corazón Partío - Alexandro Sanz</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Adoro esta musica..... especialmente a versao da Maria Joao....&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Aqui fica&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Tiritas pa este corazón partío.&lt;br&gt;Tiritas pa este corazón partío,&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ya lo ves, que no hay dos sin tres,&lt;br&gt;que la vida va y viene y que no se detiene...&lt;br&gt;Y, qué sé yo,&lt;br&gt;pero miénteme aunque sea, dime que algo queda &lt;br&gt;entre nosotros dos, que en tu habitación&lt;br&gt;nunca sale el sol, ni existe el tiempo,&lt;br&gt;ni el dolor.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Llévame si quieres a perder,&lt;br&gt;a ningún destino, sin ningún por qué.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ya lo sé, que corazón que no ve&lt;br&gt; es corazón que no siente,&lt;br&gt;o corazón que te miente amor.&lt;br&gt;Pero, sabes que en lo más profundo de mi alma&lt;br&gt;sigue aquel dolor por creer en ti&lt;br&gt;¿qué fue de la ilusión y de lo bello que es vivir?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Para qué me curaste cuando estaba herío &lt;br&gt;si hoy me dejas de nuevo con el corazón partío.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;¿Quién me va a entregar sus emociones?&lt;br&gt;¿Quién me va a pedir que nunca le abandone?&lt;br&gt;¿Quién me tapará esta noche si hace frío?&lt;br&gt;¿Quién me va a curar el corazón partío? &lt;br&gt;¿Quién llenará de primaveras este enero,&lt;br&gt;y bajará la luna para que juguemos?&lt;br&gt;Dime, si tú te vas, dime cariño mío,&lt;br&gt;¿quién me va a curar el corazón partío?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Tiritas pa este corazón partío.&lt;br&gt;Tiritas pa este corazón partío. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Dar solamente aquello que te sobra&lt;br&gt;nunca fue compartir, sino dar limosna, amor.&lt;br&gt;Si no lo sabes tú, te lo digo yo.&lt;br&gt;Después de la tormenta siempre llega la calma.&lt;br&gt;pero, sé que después de ti,&lt;br&gt;después de ti no hay nada. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Para qué me curaste cuando estaba herío&lt;br&gt;si hoy me dejas de nuevo con el corazón partío.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;¿Quién me va a entregar sus emociones?&lt;br&gt;¿Quién me va a pedir que nunca le abandone?&lt;br&gt;¿Quién me tapará esta noche si hace frío? &lt;br&gt;¿Quién me va a curar el corazón partío?&lt;br&gt;¿Quién llenará de primaveras este enero,&lt;br&gt;y bajará la luna para que juguemos?&lt;br&gt;Dime, si tú te vas, dime cariño mío,&lt;br&gt;¿quién me va a curar el corazón partío?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;¿Quién me va a entregar ... &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19847892-114230424606593585?l=migasatsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19847892/posts/default/114230424606593585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19847892/posts/default/114230424606593585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://migasatsea.blogspot.com/2006/03/corazn-parto-alexandro-sanz.html' title='Corazón Partío - Alexandro Sanz'/><author><name>Miguel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16848138057511725555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19847892.post-114227102118654221</id><published>2006-03-13T09:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T09:30:21.206-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Costa Maya II</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Afinal acabou por nao haver muitas reclamacoes...... a maior parte dos clientes compreendeu que a seguranca eh mais importante do que uma curta visita a um porto.....&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;As pessoas por vezes surpreendem-nos.... umas vezes pela negativa outras pela positiva...... desta vez foi pela positiva.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Amanha la estaremos no excitante porto de Puerto Limon que como disse um cliente uma vez tem so ruas sujas e muitas &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;mulheres&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.......&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;A mim espera-me um almoco no topo de uma serra com vista para o porto..... promete.....&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;E agora vai um desafio!!!!!!!! Se algum de vos quiser saber algo expecifico sobre a vida a bordo ou como a Clarinda me pediu uma vez uma foto do rasto do barco ou qualquer coisa assim estejam ah vontade para pedir.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Tenham um bom resto de dia&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19847892-114227102118654221?l=migasatsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19847892/posts/default/114227102118654221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19847892/posts/default/114227102118654221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://migasatsea.blogspot.com/2006/03/costa-maya-ii.html' title='Costa Maya II'/><author><name>Miguel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16848138057511725555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19847892.post-114217032912894375</id><published>2006-03-12T05:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T05:32:09.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Costa Maya</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&amp;quot;Bom dia Senhoras e Senhores,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lamentamos informar que devido ao facto de estarmos a encontrar ventos fortes e ondulacao muito grande nao vai ser possivel atracar o barco em Costa Maya e por isso continuaremos viagem para Puerto Limon....&amp;quot; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Este eh o pior pesadelo de qualquer cruzeiro..... falhar um porto...... vamos estar o dia todo a ouvir clientes a dizer que a unica razao para eles terem vindo no cruzeiro foi para visitar as ruinas Maias neste especifico porto........ Nightmare!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Respirar tres vezes...... sorrir e olhar para o lado...... e que venha o seguinte.....&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19847892-114217032912894375?l=migasatsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19847892/posts/default/114217032912894375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19847892/posts/default/114217032912894375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://migasatsea.blogspot.com/2006/03/costa-maya.html' title='Costa Maya'/><author><name>Miguel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16848138057511725555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19847892.post-114201562838004113</id><published>2006-03-10T10:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T10:33:48.433-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fwd:</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt; &lt;div style="DIRECTION: ltr"&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;Mais uma volta.......&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;table style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #000000; FONT-FAMILY: Arial" valign="center" align="middle" colspan="4" height="40"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;Voyage Schedule&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr height="20"&gt; &lt;td width="5"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="35"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;Mar 9&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="5"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="100"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;Galveston&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr height="20"&gt; &lt;td width="5" bgcolor="#e19641"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="COLOR: #ffffff" width="35" bgcolor="#e19641"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;Mar 10&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="COLOR: #ffffff" width="5" bgcolor="#e19641"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td style="COLOR: #ffffff" width="100" bgcolor="#e19641"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;At Sea&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr height="20"&gt; &lt;td width="5"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="35"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;Mar 11&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="5"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="100"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;Cozumel&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr height="20"&gt; &lt;td width="5"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="35"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;Mar 12&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="5"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="100"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;Costa Maya&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr height="20"&gt; &lt;td width="5"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="35"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;Mar 13&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="5"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="100"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;At Sea&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr height="20"&gt; &lt;td width="5"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="35"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;Mar 14&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="5"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="100"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;Puerto Limon&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr height="20"&gt; &lt;td width="5"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="35"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;Mar 15&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="5"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="100"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;Panama Canal&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr height="20"&gt; &lt;td width="5"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="35"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;Mar 16&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="5"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="100"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;At Sea&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr height="20"&gt; &lt;td width="5"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="35"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;Mar 17&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="5"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="100"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;George Town&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr height="20"&gt; &lt;td width="5"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="35"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;Mar 18&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="5"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="100"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;At Sea&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr height="20"&gt; &lt;td width="5"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="35"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;Mar 19&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="5"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="100"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;At Sea&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr height="20"&gt; &lt;td width="5"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="35"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;Mar 20&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="5"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="100"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;Galveston&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;Estação n° 5 de 17&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br clear="all"&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19847892-114201562838004113?l=migasatsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19847892/posts/default/114201562838004113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19847892/posts/default/114201562838004113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://migasatsea.blogspot.com/2006/03/fwd.html' title='Fwd:'/><author><name>Miguel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16848138057511725555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19847892.post-114186070781222799</id><published>2006-03-08T15:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T15:31:50.783-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="6"&gt;&amp;quot;O prometido &lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman'; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA"&gt; &lt;font size="6"&gt;é&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;de vidro&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;Já faz algum tempo que não escrevo no blog, não por não ter assunto mas sim por simples preguiça. Quando chega ao final do dia não tenho força para pensar em nada…. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;No entanto não faltam são assuntos para falar enquanto estou por aqui…. Desde histórias caricatas… por exemplo; no último embarque tivemos de chamar um cliente pelo sistema de anúncios públicos porque…. Tinha deixado o carro ligado….. pensei eu que tivesse deixado as luzes ligadas…. Mas não…. Deixou mesmo o carro ligado…. O motor a funcionar….. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;Até historias tristes de clientes que por algum motivo têm de desembarcar a meio do cruzeiro, por emergência médica, morte familiar… ou simplesmente porque não aguentam o movimento do barco e estão sempre enjoados….  &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;Nestes últimos cruzeiros o barco tem estado sempre completo…. No primeiro dia é um reboliço de gente a vir ter connosco à procura de melhores quartos… de preferência de borla….. Os Americanos têm esta cultura de tudo pedir e sobre tudo reclamar…. Eles sabem que se não reclamarem não conseguem ter nada de borla…. Por isso reclamam sempre…. Na via das duvidas reclamam….  &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;Neste cruzeiro que passou tive uma situação em que pude ajudar um casal de mais de 80 anos a conseguir viajar de volta a casa de Houston para Toronto(Canada). Antes de embarcarem no barco foram roubados e ficaram sem um dos passaportes…. Depois de muitos telefonemas e e-mails trocados conseguimos autorização para eles viajarem de volta para o Canada sem terem problemas no Aeroporto e também poderem desembarcar do barco sem ter passaporte. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;Aqui fica o agradecimento:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="2"&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="" size="1"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;quot;Dear Miguel, I'm sorry it has taken so long for me to get back to you, to express my appreciation for your &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="" size="1"&gt;&lt;em&gt;time and efforts. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="" size="1"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="" size="1"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your efforts were truly heroic, considering the stress and anxiety of a passenger who was a total stranger...... and at a total loss as to how to deal with my problems.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="" size="1"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="" size="1"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't have the words to fully express my gratitude, but I will be forever grateful for all you have done for me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="" size="1"&gt;&lt;em&gt;sincerely, michael langer&amp;quot;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;Uma das vantagens do meu trabalho é poder ajudar alguns clientes a resolverem os seus problemas…. Problemas não criados por nós mas que eles muitas vezes já trazem ou criam durante o Cruzeiro… Essa é a grande diferença em relação aos Guest Relations que têm de resolver os problemas "criados" pelo barco…. Ex. falhas de serviço.. problemas de barulhos… acidentes…. etc etc….. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;Fui fazer um tour…. Imaginem que fui ver os peixes horríveis de Grand Cayman… fomos de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt; Catamaran&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;, só com colegas (tripulação do barco) foi muito divertido… tudo menos a intimidade com os peixes….. são muto estranhos esses bichos que gostam de se roçar em nós e até beijos dão….. acho que aguentei 5 minutos dentro de água e logo voltei para o conforto do  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US"&gt;Catamaran&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;… para tirar algumas fotos….. pena tenho de não vos poder mostrar algumas mas infelizmente não consigo por causa da ligação….. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19847892-114186070781222799?l=migasatsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19847892/posts/default/114186070781222799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19847892/posts/default/114186070781222799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://migasatsea.blogspot.com/2006/03/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Miguel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16848138057511725555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19847892.post-114184385089521858</id><published>2006-03-08T10:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T10:50:50.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Fica prometido um post para logo..... que vergonha!!!!! nao digo nada desde dia 27 de Fevereiro......&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Shame on me!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19847892-114184385089521858?l=migasatsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19847892/posts/default/114184385089521858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19847892/posts/default/114184385089521858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://migasatsea.blogspot.com/2006/03/fica-prometido-um-post-para-logo.html' title=''/><author><name>Miguel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16848138057511725555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19847892.post-114105794119158727</id><published>2006-02-27T08:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T08:32:21.206-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/810/1973/1600/Vouage%20schedule.jpg"&gt;Cruzeiro N. 4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/810/1973/320/Vouage%20schedule.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&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/19847892-114105794119158727?l=migasatsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19847892/posts/default/114105794119158727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19847892/posts/default/114105794119158727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://migasatsea.blogspot.com/2006/02/cruzeiro-n_27.html' title=''/><author><name>Miguel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16848138057511725555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19847892.post-114061014053137248</id><published>2006-02-22T04:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T04:34:09.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Banda Sonora&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;Gostava de partilhar com vocês as músicas que nos últimos dois dias serviram de banda sonora às minhas caminhadas diárias. Estas caminhadas fazem também parte, agora, do meu kit. Já vários colegas me perguntaram se podiam ir comigo mas eu sempre recuso… não vou para ali para socializar… vou fazer exercício e procurar um espaço onde me possa abstrair, cantar enquanto ando, admirar a lua, as estrelas e o mar… e procurar um sentido para tudo isto… por isso não quero companhia… quero sim distancia… quanto menos pessoas tiverem por perto melhor…..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Dia UM&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 –Quase perfeito – Donna Maria&lt;br /&gt;2 – Sem marcha atras – Donna Maria&lt;br /&gt;3 – Aqui tao perto de ti – Donna Maria&lt;br /&gt;4 – Agora ja e tarde – Donna Maria&lt;br /&gt;5 – Sinho lindo – Viviane&lt;br /&gt;6 – Bailado no teu espaco – Viviane&lt;br /&gt;7 – A vida nao chega – Viviane&lt;br /&gt;8 – Muito pouco – Maria Rita&lt;br /&gt;9 – Encontros e despedidas – Maria Rita&lt;br /&gt;10 – Cara valente – Maria Rita&lt;br /&gt;11 – Nao vale a pena – Maria Rita&lt;br /&gt;12 – Agora so falta voce – Maria Rita&lt;br /&gt;13 – Ha palavras que nos beijam – Mariza&lt;br /&gt;14 – Quando me sinto so – Mariza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Dia DOIS&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;1 – Fico assim sem voce – Adriana Calcanhoto&lt;br /&gt;2 – A rua do gato preto – Ala dos Namorados&lt;br /&gt;3 – Sonhos – Caetano Veloso&lt;br /&gt;4 – Coisa mais linda – Caetano Veloso&lt;br /&gt;5 – Sozinho – Caetano Veloso&lt;br /&gt;6 – Problema de expressao&lt;br /&gt;7 – Competencia para amar – Cla&lt;br /&gt;8 – Drao – Gilberto Gil&lt;br /&gt;9 – Estrela do mar – Jorge Palma&lt;br /&gt;10 – Fragil – Jorge Palma&lt;br /&gt;11 – Esquecimento – Mesa&lt;br /&gt;12 – Luz Vaga – Mesa&lt;br /&gt;13 – Com um brilhozinho nos olhos – Sergio Godinho&lt;br /&gt;14 – Espectaculo – Sergio Godinho&lt;br /&gt;15 – Dancemos no Mundo – Sergio Godinho &amp; Cla&lt;br /&gt;16 – O Amor e feio – Tribalistas&lt;br /&gt;17 – Cenario (Janela no rio) – Toranja&lt;br /&gt;18 – Hospede do tempo – Zelia Duncan&lt;br /&gt;19 – Flores – Zelia Duncan&lt;br /&gt;20 – Alma – Zelia Duncan  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19847892-114061014053137248?l=migasatsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19847892/posts/default/114061014053137248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19847892/posts/default/114061014053137248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://migasatsea.blogspot.com/2006/02/banda-sonora-gostava-de-partilhar-com.html' title=''/><author><name>Miguel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16848138057511725555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19847892.post-114060987062864382</id><published>2006-02-22T03:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T17:24:16.056-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/810/1973/1600/P1120012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/810/1973/320/P1120012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Kit de sobrevivência&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No dia 1 de Junho de 2003 iniciei uma nova etapa na minha vida, vim para os barcos. O dia do embarque tinha-me sido dado quinze dias antes por um telefonema que na altura já nem era esperado pois já tinham passado quase quatro meses desde a entrevista. Em quinze dias tive de me despedir de um emprego onde estive quinze anos, avisar a família, tratar do visto de entrada nos EUA e tratar dos exames médicos que a empresa requeria.&lt;br /&gt;Além de tudo isto fiz um exame mental às coisas que seriam para mim essenciais num ambiente que eu desconhecia e cheguei à conclusão que duas coisas fariam parte do que eu chamo o meu kit de sobrevivência, a saber, uma câmara fotográfica e alguma forma de trazer comigo 300 cds que já tinha na altura….. transportar 300 cds não é tarefa fácil por isso na altura fiz uma pesquisa para descobrir alternativas e descobri essa maravilha que é o ipod. Tanto a câmara como o ipod foram comprados online. A câmara acabou por não ser assim tão essencial, não tenho muita paciência para tirar fotos, gosto de guardar imagens na minha memória e acho sempre que “perder” tempo a tirar a foto vai-me tirar prazer ao momento. De qualquer forma tenho tentado tirar fotos dos sítios por onde passo, mas se não a tivesse conseguiria sobreviver…. Não é o caso do ipod que se verificou essencial à minha sanidade mental destes últimos três anos.&lt;br /&gt;O que me leva a escrever este post é o facto de uma semana antes do meu regresso o meu ipod ter-se avariado, ainda contactei a apple para ver se era possível arranjá-lo, mas infelizmente os ipods não se arranjam…. Só se substituem….. ainda tentei comprar um de emergência mas devido à época natalícia que tinha terminado os ipods estavam esgotados….. para substituir comprei um mp3 player…. É como substituir um Ferrari por um mini…. Mas mesmo assim justificou o investimento…. À dois dias atrás comprei um novo ipod. Entre o velhinho e o novo passaram duas gerações. O novo tem metade do peso e do tamanho, tem mais 10 gigas de memória e tem a capacidade de mostrar fotos e clips, além de ter monitor a cores. O meu kit de sobrevivência está não só recuperado mas também reforçado.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19847892-114060987062864382?l=migasatsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19847892/posts/default/114060987062864382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19847892/posts/default/114060987062864382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://migasatsea.blogspot.com/2006/02/kit-de-sobrevivncia-no-dia-1-de-junho.html' title=''/><author><name>Miguel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16848138057511725555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19847892.post-114013403464165785</id><published>2006-02-16T15:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T15:58:15.696-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.viviane.com.pt/"&gt;Sonho Lindo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.viviane.com.pt/"&gt;Viviane&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.viviane.com.pt/"&gt;Contei-te um sonho lindo&lt;br /&gt;Que acabava de ter&lt;br /&gt;Embalei-o pequenino&lt;br /&gt;P´ra não deixar fugir&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.viviane.com.pt/"&gt;Sonhei que me levavas&lt;br /&gt;Num barquinho pelo mar&lt;br /&gt;Subindo as ondas mansas&lt;br /&gt;De um oceano de prazer&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.viviane.com.pt/"&gt;Vogamos por mil ilhas&lt;br /&gt;De florestas tropicais&lt;br /&gt;Ouvimos canções de búzios&lt;br /&gt;Mergulhamos em corais&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.viviane.com.pt/"&gt;E leste-me a sina&lt;br /&gt;Junto à estrela-do-mar&lt;br /&gt;Não paramos na corrente&lt;br /&gt;Que nos levou ao paraíso&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.viviane.com.pt/"&gt;Musica: Viviane&lt;br /&gt;Letra: Carlos Silva&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19847892-114013403464165785?l=migasatsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19847892/posts/default/114013403464165785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19847892/posts/default/114013403464165785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://migasatsea.blogspot.com/2006/02/sonho-lindo-viviane-contei-te-um-sonho.html' title=''/><author><name>Miguel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16848138057511725555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19847892.post-114009546577391927</id><published>2006-02-16T05:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T05:11:05.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O dia de ontem teve dois acontecimentos:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;1ª- Recebemos os &lt;i&gt;ratings&lt;/i&gt; do cruzeiro passado e o resultado foi óptimo. Fizemos o resultado mais alto da época das Caraíbas, desde que eu deixei o barco em Novembro….. Como já expliquei uma vez os  &lt;i&gt;ratings&lt;/i&gt; são resultado dos questionários que os clientes recebem no final do cruzeiro e em que nos qualificam em termos gerais e individuais em relação ao serviço e à &lt;i&gt;friendliness&lt;/i&gt;. É sempre bom ter bons resultados, esses resultados nem sempre reflectem o trabalho que se teve durante o cruzeiro, no meu caso tive um cruzeiro super calmo, sem grandes problemas para resolver e consegui ter um resultado bom…. Por vezes quanto mais trabalho se tem pior os resultados…. Mas talvez um dia mais tarde elabore um pouco mais neste assunto. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;2ª- Tivemos festa da rija. Para festejar o &lt;i&gt;St. Valentine&lt;/i&gt; tivemos festa na discoteca dos clientes… mas desta vez só para a tripulação. A maior parte de tripulação não tem acesso à zona dos clientes, por isso é sempre um dia especial quando há uma festa numa das zonas dos clientes. O espaço é amplo, arejado, o som é óptimo. Normalmente as festas são realizadas no  &lt;i&gt;crew bar&lt;/i&gt; que é um bar pequeno e ainda por cima para fumadores. Normalmente uma vez por cruzeiro há uma festa maior que é realizada numa zona de armazém que é convertida em espaço de dança e bar….. mas não deixa de ter aspecto de armazém…. Por isso é muito especial haver uma festa numa zona normalmente reservada a clientes e oficiais. A festa durou até às 3 da manhã e como amanhã chegamos a porto às sete da manhã a maior parte do pessoal começa a trabalhar cedo…. Mas mesmo assim a pista teve cheia até ao final. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19847892-114009546577391927?l=migasatsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19847892/posts/default/114009546577391927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19847892/posts/default/114009546577391927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://migasatsea.blogspot.com/2006/02/o-dia-de-ontem-teve-dois.html' title=''/><author><name>Miguel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16848138057511725555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19847892.post-113996168089916226</id><published>2006-02-14T15:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T16:01:20.990-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Estes sao os filmes que eu vi ate agora&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.foxstore.com/detail.html?item=1620"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/810/1973/320/24s4_pr.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 24 - Quarta Serie - Eh uma serie cheia de accao, cada episodio conta a historia de uma hora real num dia cheio de stress porque a America esta ameacada por um acto terrorista.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0375679/"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/810/1973/320/39m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crash eh um filme excepcional. Adorei como nos consegue manter no limbo durante o filme inteiro. Parece que estamos sempre à beira do precipício.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O ser humano é fantástico, temos dentro de nós o melhor e o pior. Somos capazes das maiores atrocidades e ao mesmo tempo dos maiores gestos de humanidade. De actos de pura ganância e também de generosidade. Ninguém pode ser julgado só pelo que faz de mal mas também pelas coisas boas que tem em si. Por fim a capacidade de perdoar e de perceber o que está errado.&lt;br /&gt;Grande lição de vida que foi este filme……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0345551/"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/810/1973/320/08m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este eh um filme pobre, de orcamento reduzido, actores medianos. O unico aspecto interessante eh que eh assumidamente um filme gay. Uma historia de um amor que ao principio parecia impossivel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0255321/"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/810/1973/320/70m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este eh tambem um grande filme, a historia da depressao em Inglaterra e como uma familia passa por ela, tudo isso vistos pelos olhos de uma crianca. Eh optimo em todos os aspectos. Recomendo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Desculpem a falta dos acentos mas este post foi feito na minha secretaria)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Liam" href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0255321/photogallery" name="poster"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19847892-113996168089916226?l=migasatsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19847892/posts/default/113996168089916226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19847892/posts/default/113996168089916226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://migasatsea.blogspot.com/2006/02/estes-sao-os-filmes-que-eu-vi-ate.html' title=''/><author><name>Miguel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16848138057511725555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19847892.post-113993752887843333</id><published>2006-02-14T09:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T09:18:48.943-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/810/1973/1600/Voyage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/810/1973/320/Voyage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cruzeiro N. 3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tive a contar o total de cruzeiros que vou fazer e deve ser entre 18/19 cruzeiros...... quer dizer que faltam 15/16 cruzeiros para ir de ferias..... boas noticias... hehehehe&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/19847892-113993752887843333?l=migasatsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19847892/posts/default/113993752887843333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19847892/posts/default/113993752887843333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://migasatsea.blogspot.com/2006/02/cruzeiro-n.html' title=''/><author><name>Miguel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16848138057511725555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19847892.post-113993642390914771</id><published>2006-02-14T09:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T09:00:23.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="4"&gt;Desembarque/embarque&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;São 9:30 da noite no barco, 3:30 da manhã em Lisboa. O dia mais difícil de cada cruzeiro é o dia de desembarque e embarque. É como se fosse dois em um. O dia começa logo cedo, 6:30 da manhã e termina às 9 da noite sempre em  &lt;i&gt;full power&lt;/i&gt;. Hoje não foi excepção. Estes dias também trazem geralmente as histórias mais engraçadas ou mais fora do comum.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;Ontem, já ao final da noite uma cliente veio até à Guest Relation Desk (recepção) e reclamou que não tinha gostado dos chocolates que uns amigos tinham comprado a bordo e lhe tinham oferecido. A rapariga que a atendeu veio falar com o nosso supervisor e ele achando que estava a prestar um bom serviço disse-lhe que claro que sim, sem problema algum, nós iríamos substituir os chocolates por outra marca que a cliente quisesse sem qualquer diferença no preço. A rapariga com uma cara muito surpresa disse então que a caixa de chocolates que ela tinha trazido estava vazia…… portanto não havia chocolates para substituir…… &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;Todos nós nos enganamos, mas por vezes há enganos que levam a situações bem embaraçosas. Todos os cruzeiros temos artistas que ficam a bordo, e por vezes ficam em mais do que um cruzeiro. Foi o caso deste cruzeiro em que este artista ficou de um cruzeiro para outro e teve de mudar de quarto. Ao lhe ser atribuído o novo quarto foi cometido um engano e foi lhe dado um quarto que estava também previsto ser ocupado por clientes. Quando os clientes chegaram ao quarto estava o artista em  &lt;i&gt;underware&lt;/i&gt; e a fumar um cachimbo na cama. Imagino o cliente a ver este artista a actuar no teatro do barco e a pensar eu já vi este gajo de cuecas a fumar um cachimbo……&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;Hoje de manhã tivemos de chamar uma ambulância de emergência, não me apercebi do que se passou mas acontece bastantes vezes termos emergências médicas…. O anormal é ter sido no próprio dia de desembarque…. mais tarde viemos a saber que o cliente faleceu no Hospital…… dizem que o sonho da vida dele era ter feito um cruzeiro no Canal do Panamá ….. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;sempre me disseram que era preciso ter cuidado com esse tipo de sonho pois uma vez alcançado…..&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;Não sei se já referi aqui uma doença comum que de vez em quando aparece nos barcos, Norwalk vírus, que basicamente é diarreia e vómitos fortes ao mesmo tempo. Estes dois últimos cruzeiros tivemos bastantes casos, especialmente dois cruzeiros atrás. O último já foi mais calmo. Hoje embarcou um cliente que referiu na altura do check-in estar com esses sintomas, chamámos o médico do barco que confirmou os sintomas basicamente iguais ao Norwalk. Uma decisão drástica foi então tomada, desembarcar o cliente contra a sua própria vontade. Este vírus é de propagação muito rápida e fácil e não podíamos correr o risco de voltar à situação de dois cruzeiros atrás. Reservou-se Hotel e avião de volta a Newark e desembarcámos o cliente. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;Agora vou dormir para recuperar forças……..&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19847892-113993642390914771?l=migasatsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19847892/posts/default/113993642390914771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19847892/posts/default/113993642390914771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://migasatsea.blogspot.com/2006/02/desembarqueembarque-agora-vou-dormir.html' title=''/><author><name>Miguel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16848138057511725555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19847892.post-113958381824740748</id><published>2006-02-10T07:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T07:03:38.303-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hoje apetece-me falar dos portos que visitamos:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;Cozumel (México)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;Costa Maya (México)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;Puerto Limon (Costa Rica)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;Panama Canal/Cristobal (Panamá)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;Montego Bay (Jamaica)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;Grand Cayman (Cayman Islands)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;Estes são os seis portos que visitamos durante os cruzeiros, vamos alterando cruzeiros de 11 e 12 dias sendo que em uns vamos a Montego Bay e no seguinte não vamos. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;Cozumel é uma ilha que fica a pouca distância de um dos principais destinos de férias no México, Cancún. Faz pouco mais de três meses foram completamente devastados por um  &lt;i&gt;hurricane&lt;/i&gt;, o mesmo que afectou o estado da Florida nos USA. O porto que tinham foi completamente destruído e por isso o primeiro cruzeiro da época nem fomos a Cozumel. Nos cruzeiros seguintes já passamos a ir mas o barco fica ancorado ao largo e temos de apanhar um barco que nos leva do navio até terra. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;As maiores atracões em Cozumel são os desportos náuticos, as praias e o comércio.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;A cidade ainda está muito destruída, a semana passada tentei ir ao cinema para ver um filme e ainda não re-abriu. O mais rápido a reconstruir foi o comércio, os bares e restaurantes. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;Costa Maya, fica situada a sul de Cancún, cerca de quatro horas de distância. É um pequeno porto e as maiores atracções são as ruínas Maias. A paragem neste porto é muito curta, ficamos só das sete da manhã até ao meio-dia, por isso não dá muito tempo para explorar. Perto do porto há uma pequena vila piscatória muito típica e que vale a pena visitar. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;Puerto Limon. A Costa Rica é conhecida pela sua riqueza e diversidade natural, as maiores atracões são as visitas às plantações (café, bananas, anan &lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;às, &lt;/font&gt;etc), rain florest (zippline, cannopy). O porto em si não tem muito de interessante, ruas muito sujas, muita prostituição e muita pobreza.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;Panama Canal/Cristobal pier, fazemos a entrada no Canal do Panamá muito cedo de manhã, cerca das cinco da manhã, entramos por um sistema de três comportas que nos levam para um lago chamado Gatun Lake, onde normalmente chegamos perto das nove da manhã. Os clientes que têm tours saem nessa altura, os restantes ficam a bordo e assistem à passagem novamente pelas comportas até sairmos novamente do Canal. De seguida estacionamos no porto de Cristobal, onde a única coisa que há é um grande armazém onde se vende todo o tipo de artesanato. Fora desse armazém pouco existe e não é muito seguro. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;Montego Bay, só fazemos paragem neste porto cruzeiro sim, cruzeiro não. Por mim podíamos nunca ir lá… é um porto que nunca saí e não sei se irei sair. Aqui ser gay é proibido por lei, não é que eu tivesse alguma intenção de fazer manifestação da minha sexualidade mas repudia-me o facto de eu ser um "fora-da-lei". &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;Grand Cayman, estas ilhas são conhecidas por alojarem uns peixes enormes e nojentos chamados Stingray…. Não tenho qualquer desejo de os ver mas parece que são muito populares….. nadam ao pé das pessoas, dão-lhes beijos e brincam com as pessoas…. deplorável….. à parte disso tem também muitos desportos náuticos e bonitas praias. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19847892-113958381824740748?l=migasatsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19847892/posts/default/113958381824740748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19847892/posts/default/113958381824740748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://migasatsea.blogspot.com/2006/02/hoje-apetece-me-falar-dos-portos-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Miguel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16848138057511725555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19847892.post-113943655908146269</id><published>2006-02-08T14:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T14:09:19.203-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;font face="Arial"&gt; &lt;p&gt;Life on a Cruise Ship VS life on land&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;font face="Tms Rmn"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Arial"&gt; &lt;p&gt;In the real world you can come and go to and from your house at any time, without the need to sign in or out at the front door.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Tms Rmn"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Arial"&gt; &lt;p&gt;It's also possible to walk from your front door to the roadway or sidewalk without having to be ferried there in a small boat driven by a group of complete incompetents.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Tms Rmn"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Arial"&gt;  &lt;p&gt;In the real world you don't have to be back at home one hour before your house starts moving.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Tms Rmn"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Arial"&gt; &lt;p&gt;In the real world, if you vomit people will not treat you as though you have just released the Ebola virus into widespread circulation. Neither will small men in outbreak suits appear to hose down your house. Nor will you have to end 72 hours locked in your bedroom watching a parade of dreary Meg Ryan films. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Tms Rmn"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Arial"&gt; &lt;p&gt;In the real world Bingo is a game for old people and the rules do not stipulate that only Filipinos can win.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Tms Rmn"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Arial"&gt; &lt;p&gt;In the real world people play football, rugby, cricket, lawn bowls and other interesting sports. They can play darts and table-tennis without any concerns that motion may affect the arena of battle. And they'd never play a game as stupid as shuffleboard. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Tms Rmn"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Arial"&gt; &lt;p&gt;In the real world when people ask how you are, you do not have to be 'Excellent'. You could be 'not bad', 'hung-over', 'bloody awful' or dispense with words completely and resort to hand gestures.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Tms Rmn"&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Arial"&gt; &lt;p&gt;In the real world you don't have to reassure visitors to your house that it's not about to sink simply because it may be outside.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Tms Rmn"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Arial"&gt; &lt;p&gt;In the real world your spare time can revolve around hobbies, sports or a huge amount of television channels in your own language, rather than just watching DVDs. There are also more than three episodes of Friends.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Tms Rmn"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Arial"&gt; &lt;p&gt;In the real world you can make telephone calls without using call-cards, and have internet access in your home on demand.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Tms Rmn"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Arial"&gt; &lt;p&gt;In the real world (unless you join the military) bedroom inspections can end when you stop living with your parents. You can also eat food in your bedroom if you want.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Tms Rmn"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Arial"&gt;  &lt;p&gt;In the real world there is no need, on a weekly basis, to simulate how you would respond if your house was on fire (my advice is get out). Neither do you have to stand outside for 30 minutes in all weather conditions wearing an oversized, sleeveless luminous orange puffa jacket. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Tms Rmn"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Arial"&gt; &lt;p&gt;In the real world (even in major cities) the tap-water does not taste of recycled chlorine. Neither does the bottled water.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Tms Rmn"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Arial"&gt; &lt;p&gt;In the real world bread tastes nice and people serve scrambled eggs made from real, egg-shaped eggs. And people in the real world don't regard Pot-noodles, cheese 'n' onion crisps or Dime bars as luxuries.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Tms Rmn"&gt;  &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Arial"&gt; &lt;p&gt;In the real world you don't have to dress for dinner, and portion size or standard of meals rarely depends on the quality of the working relationship you enjoy with your work colleagues.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Tms Rmn"&gt;  &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Arial"&gt; &lt;p&gt;In the real world there are talented artists with the freedom to work with a variety of materials and subjects. They don't exclusively carve fruit or fold napkins.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Tms Rmn"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Arial"&gt;  &lt;p&gt;In the real world you will not get 20% discount in all shops and a 50% discount in all bars. Having said that, the shops will stock items which are useful to you and the bars will be located within easy staggering distance of a kebab shop. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Tms Rmn"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Arial"&gt; &lt;p&gt;In the real world your local pub will inform you when your bar- tab is getting a little substantial, allowing you to control it and not causing you to go into shock after a month of blissfully ignorant drinking.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font face="Tms Rmn"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Arial"&gt; &lt;p&gt;In the real world you can have a fight in the pub and not be fired the moment you turn up for work the following day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Tms Rmn"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Arial"&gt; &lt;p&gt;In the real world you can get as drunk as you like. You will not be breathalysed during the night to ensure you are capable of dealing with any nocturnal emergencies (eg. Your house sinking or the helicopter evacuation of an overweight guest from your roof) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Tms Rmn"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Arial"&gt; &lt;p&gt;In the real world it's easy to pull a sickie from work and not get found out.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;In the real world people work for five days and then have two days off. They start at 9am and finish at 5pm. They do not go to work one morning and return home&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Tms Rmn"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Arial"&gt; six or&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Tms Rmn"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Arial"&gt;eight months later. (What sort of demented idea is that?) &lt;p&gt;In the real world you have the freedom of fashion sense, and can make educated choices about the way you want to dress.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Tms Rmn"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Arial"&gt; &lt;p&gt;In the real world you do your own laundry and take full responsibility for the amount of socks you end up with. People in the real world usually understand how their washing-machines work too.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Tms Rmn"&gt;  &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Arial"&gt; &lt;p&gt;In the real world you can sit on the toilet and flush it without any concern that your intestines may be sucked out and dragged down to an unknown destination several floors below.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Tms Rmn"&gt; &lt;/font&gt; &lt;font face="Arial"&gt; &lt;div&gt;In the real world you have the choice about whether or not you want a bed fitted with a ladder.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Tms Rmn"&gt; &lt;/font&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="Tms Rmn"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="Tms Rmn"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Texto recebido por e-mail)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19847892-113943655908146269?l=migasatsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19847892/posts/default/113943655908146269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19847892/posts/default/113943655908146269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://migasatsea.blogspot.com/2006/02/life-on-cruise-ship-vs-life-on-land-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Miguel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16848138057511725555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19847892.post-113932117524395058</id><published>2006-02-07T06:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T06:06:15.293-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;Os clientes no final do cruzeiro recebem um questionário onde nos dão &lt;i&gt;ratings&lt;/i&gt; e também onde têm um estaço para comentários. No último cruzeiro um cliente fez o seguinte comentario: &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font face="Courier"&gt;The port of puerto limon is the worst place i have ever visited. It was filthy and there were beggers and women everywhere.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Courier"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;O meu cliente que teve as malas perdidas durante o cruzeiro inteiro fez o seguinte comentário:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Courier"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font face="Courier"&gt;Miguel, Your Concierge, Had Ups Contacted To Get A Price For Shipping The Suitcases To One Of The Ports, Which Was Going To Be Over $1,200. We Chose Not To Spend That Amount Of Money, And Have Them Delivered To The Ship Upon Our Return. Somehow, In The Process, Our Suitcases Have Been Transported To Miami, Florida, With One Lost In Transit. Just Yesterday That Suitcase Was Located And Is On Its Way To Our Home In Oregon. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font face="Courier"&gt;We Paid An Additiona Amount To Make Sure We'd Have Smooth Sailing. It Made For A Very Difficult/Troubled Vacation Without Our Luggage-The Experiences We Had Planned Could Not Be Experienced (Shore Excursions Changed, Swimming, Dancing, Etc.). It Was Very Difficult And Expensive To Find Formal Wear So That We Could Be Allowed In The Dining Room Experience. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font face="Courier"&gt;Miguel, Your Concierge, Is Wonderful. He Has Been With Us Through This Entire Cruise, Following The Suitcase Situation.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font face="Courier"&gt;We Want To Commend Miguel And How He Has Helped Us Through Our Crisis This Cruise-He Is Wonderful.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19847892-113932117524395058?l=migasatsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19847892/posts/default/113932117524395058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19847892/posts/default/113932117524395058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://migasatsea.blogspot.com/2006/02/os-clientes-no-final-do-cruzeiro.html' title=''/><author><name>Miguel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16848138057511725555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19847892.post-113916083322307969</id><published>2006-02-05T09:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T09:33:53.270-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="4"&gt;&amp;quot;That which does not kill us makes us stronger&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19847892-113916083322307969?l=migasatsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19847892/posts/default/113916083322307969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19847892/posts/default/113916083322307969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://migasatsea.blogspot.com/2006/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Miguel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16848138057511725555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19847892.post-113914922559984848</id><published>2006-02-05T05:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T06:20:25.620-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.celebrityatsea.com/index.aspx?Value=9&amp;Loc=CG2&amp;amp;SLoc=GL&amp;ALocs=12"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/810/1973/320/Itinerario.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cruzeiro No 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este é o Itinerario para este cruzeiro!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Ja vou no Segundo!&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/19847892-113914922559984848?l=migasatsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19847892/posts/default/113914922559984848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19847892/posts/default/113914922559984848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://migasatsea.blogspot.com/2006/02/cruzeiro-no-2-este-o-itinerario-para.html' title=''/><author><name>Miguel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16848138057511725555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19847892.post-113883734195604079</id><published>2006-02-01T15:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T15:42:22.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;Grand Cayman&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;30 de Janeiro&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;Hoje fui almoçar com o meu amigo Robin a um restaurante em Grand Cayman. O nome do restaurante é  &lt;/font&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bacchus.ky/"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" color="#800080"&gt;Bacchus&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt; e tem como característica ter escritos relacionados com comida e bebida em todas as paredes do restaurante. Houve um dos escritos que sobressaiu e por isso gostava de partilhar com vocês: &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;"I like to drink Martinis&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;Two at the very most.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;Three, I am under the table;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;Four, I am under the host."&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;h1 style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;Dorothy Parker&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;P.S. Para que fique registado nós bebemos água….&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19847892-113883734195604079?l=migasatsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19847892/posts/default/113883734195604079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19847892/posts/default/113883734195604079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://migasatsea.blogspot.com/2006/02/p.html' title=''/><author><name>Miguel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16848138057511725555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19847892.post-113855545885162571</id><published>2006-01-29T09:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-29T09:24:18.870-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 8pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: 'MS Sans Serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA"&gt; &lt;font size="6"&gt;&amp;quot;The time we waste never comes back to us...&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19847892-113855545885162571?l=migasatsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19847892/posts/default/113855545885162571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19847892/posts/default/113855545885162571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://migasatsea.blogspot.com/2006/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Miguel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16848138057511725555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19847892.post-113845756617788848</id><published>2006-01-28T06:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-28T06:12:47.100-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;O trabalho no barco é por vezes muito frustrante….. O meu trabalho depende quase a 100% do trabalho de outros, o que faz com que muitas vezes estejamos em situações complicadas porque alguém se esqueceu de fazer o que devia… mas a pior parte é que depois somos nós a ter de enfrentar os clientes….. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;Passo a contar:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;Grande parte do meu trabalho no barco tem a ver com a recuperação de malas perdidas, normalmente pelas companhias aéreas…. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;A média de malas perdidas nestes cruzeiros nas Caraíbas anda à volta de 10 malas. Se pensarmos que recebemos cerca de 3000 malas em cada embarque, 10 até não é um número mau….. só para os clientes que as têm perdidas é que não é tão agradável…. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;Mas além das malas perdidas pelas linhas aéreas também existem situações em que as malas são perdidas por nossa culpa. São poucas as vezes que isso acontece mas no mediterrâneo aconteceu uma vez que ficou uma mala dentro da máquina  &lt;i&gt;x-ray&lt;/i&gt; por onde passam todas as malas que entram no barco.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;Outras vezes a culpa é do próprio cliente. O mais comum é deixarem uma das malas no tapete rolante no aeroporto. Quando chegam as malas ficam excitados e esquecem-se do número de malas que fizeram  &lt;i&gt;check-in&lt;/i&gt; e só se lembram quando chegam ao barco quando ao abrirem as malas reparam que falta "aquele" fato ou uns sapatos "especiais" ou qualquer outro item "menos normal".&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;Neste cruzeiro tenho um casal que deixou as malas dentro do quarto em que ficaram no dia anterior a vir para o barco. Ao chegar ao Hotel recebeu uma carta da  &lt;i&gt;Celebrity&lt;/i&gt; a explicar-lhe o que tinham de fazer com as malas no dia seguinte….. mas esqueceram-se de ler tudo e por isso só fizeram parte do que tinham de fazer…. Que era deixar as malas dentro do quarto… a parte de avisarem o  &lt;i&gt;bellboy&lt;/i&gt; para ir buscar as malas eles ignoraram… e por isso quando liguei para o Hotel e foram verificar dentro do quarto lá estavam as quatro peças de bagagem que tinham trazido para doze dias no mar….&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;O que fazer então?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;Podem imaginar a desilusão de alguém que planeou umas férias de sonho e agora não vai ter roupa durante quase duas semanas? É difícil! &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;Existe uma fronteira muito ténue entre o que se pode ou não fazer. E muitas vezes mesmo sabendo que nada pode ser feito e nada vai resultar temos de fazer na mesma porque o cliente não percebe porque é que não se pode enviar quatro malas de Galveston, Texas para o México ou Costa Rica. Por isso iniciei uma tentativa de recuperar as malas usando DHL ou UPS.  &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;Mas fazer isso desde o barco é muito difícil, senão impossível. Por isso contactei os nossos agentes em Galveston para me ajudarem. Por sua vez os agentes contactaram uma pessoa no escritório em Miami que tomou conta do processo. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;O meu objectivo primeiro era tentar obter o preço do envio, geralmente as intenções do cliente param nessa altura….. mas devido a um problema de comunicação quando me foi informado o preço (USD 1800) já as malas tinham sido recolhidas pelo estafeta da UPS….. é claro que quando contactei a UPS para tentar parar o processo já era impossível de o fazer….. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;Bom, entretanto falei com o cliente para saber se ele aceitava o preço (sem dizer que já tinham sido recolhidas) e é claro que o cliente não aceitou…. Problema!!!!!!!!!! &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;O pesadelo começou….&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;No dia seguinte contactei a pessoa em Miami que tinha dado a ordem de recolha das malas e informei-a do problema. Ela ligou para a UPS e começou o processo de parar o envio das malas. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;Tudo isto começou no dia 21 de Fevereiro que foi um sábado, as malas foram recolhidas no dia 23, segunda. Hoje é dia 27 e só três das malas foram recuperadas e enviadas para Miami. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;O cliente entretanto foi poupado desta história toda até ao momento em que recebeu um e-mail de uns amigos a dizer que a UPS local tinha ligado a perguntar onde deviam entregar uma mala que tinham para eles…. É claro que os clientes entraram em parafuso. Para eles as malas nunca tinham saído de Houston. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;Neste momento ainda não sei o final da história. Hoje é sexta e chegamos a Galveston na quinta. Temos quase uma semana para conseguir que as malas estejam em Galveston quando o barco chegar. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;É frustrante ter de depender de tanta gente para fazer o nosso trabalho e ter de ser simpático com alguém que fez um erro ao ordenar o recolher das malas quando é a mesma pessoa que está agora a tentar recuperar as malas…. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman'; mso-ansi-language: PT; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA"&gt; Especialmente no trabalho de equipas costuma se dizer que as equipas são tão fortes quanto o elemento mais fraco &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman'; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA"&gt; (we are as strong as our weakest link)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman'; mso-ansi-language: PT; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA"&gt; . E no meu caso muitas vezes os elementos mais fracos são aqueles que têm de fazer o trabalho, têm de fazer as coisas acontecer. Eu simplesmente envio e-mails, falo ao telefone, navego na Internet e aturo clientes……&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19847892-113845756617788848?l=migasatsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19847892/posts/default/113845756617788848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19847892/posts/default/113845756617788848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://migasatsea.blogspot.com/2006/01/especialmente-no-trabalho-de-equipas.html' title=''/><author><name>Miguel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16848138057511725555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19847892.post-113823067245818396</id><published>2006-01-25T15:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T15:11:12.586-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;Desde que estou nos barcos e especialmente desde que sou &lt;i&gt;Concierge&lt;/i&gt;, tenho vindo a construir algumas relações de confiança com pessoas que contacto diariamente no escritório em Miami. Devido ao meu trabalho preciso muitas vezes de informações que só elas me podem dar, e sempre torna mais fácil o nosso trabalho quando temos essas  &lt;i&gt;connections.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;Dessas pessoas com as quais contacto houve duas em que a "conversa" foi mais além dos habituais clichés de circunstância e hoje em dia apesar de não as conhecer pessoalmente posso considerá-las como amigas. Utilizamos um sistema parecido com o  &lt;i&gt;Messenger&lt;/i&gt; que utilizamos para comunicar entre barcos e com o escritório.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;São pessoas que se preocupam comigo e que mantiveram contacto comigo enquanto tive de férias. Uma delas tem  &lt;i&gt;Messenger &lt;/i&gt;e por isso durante as minhas férias passámos muito tempo a conversar, inclusive com a filha dela.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;Bom, a filha dela foi-me dada a "conhecer" ainda estava no contrato anterior. Ela contou-me que a filha era lésbica. E que isso lhe tinha feito muita confusão. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;A Ruddy é aquele tipo de pessoa muito &lt;i&gt;gay friendly &lt;/i&gt;enquanto é com os amigos, colegas ou conhecidos. Mas quando lhe entrou em casa a reacção não foi tão boa. Mas apesar de tudo conseguiu ultrapassar isso e inclusive já conheceu a namorada da filha e até a mãe da namorada……. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;Hoje, passados quase seis meses, contou-me que a filha está agora com dúvidas, já não sabe se é lésbica ou não, está confusa e quer terminar com a namorada por causa disso. Ela é uma miúda muito gira e por isso um sucesso entre os homens e ela gosta dessa atenção.  &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;Por isso perguntou a opinião da mãe: Devo terminar ou não! A mãe disse-lhe que achava que não devia terminar e que devia esperar um tempo até estar mais esclarecida e ter mais certeza do que quer. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;Sempre me fez confusão a facilidade como todos nós damos opiniões sobre as vidas dos outros, a facilidade com que decidimos o que é certo ou errado, o que se deve ou não fazer em relação aos outros. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;Em vez de tentar perceber o porquê das dúvidas e a sua origem, foi pelo caminho mais fácil. É muito mais fácil quando nos dizem o que temos ou devemos fazer, não nos faz pensar e ficamos em parte libertos do peso das escolhas que fazemos….. no final sempre podemos dizer que fomos influenciados e nem fomos responsáveis… &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;Nem sempre o que se desabafa é a "verdade", é só a nossa "verdade" naquele momento e é completamente deturpada pela nossa própria visão. E muitas vezes a história é já contada tendo em conta uma decisão já tomada. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;Os amigos não servem para fazer julgamentos nem para nos dizer o que devemos fazer….. servem para ouvir e…. calar……. Quanto muito tentar perceber porque é que sentimos isto ou aquilo. Mas nunca para expressar a opinião, não é isso que os amigos precisam quando desabafam uns com os outros. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;Todos precisamos simplesmente de alguém que nos oiça. As decisões, o que fazer, o que está certo ou errado tem de ser cada um a decidir por si. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;É claro que disse isso tudo à Ruddy mas acho que ela não percebeu na mesma….. explicar essas coisas em inglês é mais difícil…… mas fica esta história como um desabafo…. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;A única coisa de bom desta história é que passados seis meses é a mãe a dizer à filha para não terminar uma relação lésbica quando a rapariga acha que se calhar está confusa em relação à sua sexualidade…… &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;O amor é lindo! O amor de mãe é cem vezes mais lindo &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="FONT-FAMILY: Wingdings; mso-ansi-language: PT; mso-ascii-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-hansi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings"&gt; &lt;span style="mso-char-type: symbol; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19847892-113823067245818396?l=migasatsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19847892/posts/default/113823067245818396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19847892/posts/default/113823067245818396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://migasatsea.blogspot.com/2006/01/desde-que-estou-nos-barcos-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Miguel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16848138057511725555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19847892.post-113821501023039511</id><published>2006-01-25T10:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T10:50:10.813-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="4"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Segundo dia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="2"&gt;(este texto foi escrito faz dois dias)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;Hoje há uma festa grande, o tema é Trance music…… o &lt;i&gt;host&lt;/i&gt; da festa é o casino, não sou grande fã de musica Trance mas sempre dá para ver quem anda por cá….. amanhã trabalho às 7 da manhã…. Mas dias não são dias….. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;O capitão fez um anúncio às 12:30 a avisar que estamos com um problema em um dos quatro motores do barco e que por isso vamos chegar atrasados a Cozumel…… estes anúncios são sempre fonte de muita reclamação…. Vamos a ver como corre o resto do dia….. estávamos previstos chegar a Cozumel às 9 da manhã e agora a previsão é de chegada ao meio dia….. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;O dia continua a ser preenchido com formação, de manhã treino em &lt;i&gt;Time &amp;amp; Attendance&lt;/i&gt;…. É a forma como são contadas as nossas horas de trabalho e toda a politica da empresa em relação a isso…. É tipo folha de ponto….. um formulário que utilizamos para fazer log in e log out e ao final do dia contamos as horas que trabalhámos….. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;A meio do dia foi a vez da formação em &lt;i&gt;safety&lt;/i&gt;, aprender o que fazer em caso de emergência.  &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;Quem chamar, para onde ir, etc. Cada um de nós tem uma tarefa em caso de emergência e também existem vários tipos de emergências…. Esta formação apesar de ser uma grande seca, especialmente para quem já cá anda faz algum tempo, é essencial para a nossa segurança e dos clientes. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;Amanhã há mais formação…..&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;No final da noite uma colega que já conhecia de outro contrato e que trabalha praticamente em frente a mim veio conversar um pouco comigo à minha secretária…. No passado contrato ela passou uma situação idêntica à minha…. Ou ainda pior…. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;O pai dela estava doente, com uma doença terminal, enquanto ela esteve de férias. Ainda consciente, e já com mais de dois anos de doença, o pai decidiu parar os tratamentos e ir para casa, sabia que se estava a condenar à morte mas preferiu assim. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;Quando ela regressou aos barcos despediu-se do pai como se despede de alguém que se sabe não ir ver mais. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;Ela é Canadiana e regressou ao barco em Roma. No dia que chegou recebeu um telefonema da mãe a avisar que o pai tinha falecido. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;A mãe dela entretanto fez uma visita à filha no barco onde passou dois cruzeiros enquanto estávamos na Europa e está neste momento no México a passar dois meses de "férias". Foi sozinha, alugou uma casa perto da praia. A mãe dela tem 70 anos. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;O que é que faz as pessoas reagirem tão diferentemente às situações? O que é que é preciso para a minha mãe dar a volta por cima? &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;O que é que se pode dizer para ela perceber que ainda pode viver muito e divertir-se e que não tem de se sentir culpada por o meu pai já não estar cá. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;Ontem foi estranho ao sentir pela primeira vez o barco a navegar. Trabalhar num ambiente que está em constante movimento. Aliás quando dei por mim o barco já estava a navegar há algum tempo. Ao dormir parecia que estava a ser embalado….. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19847892-113821501023039511?l=migasatsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19847892/posts/default/113821501023039511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19847892/posts/default/113821501023039511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://migasatsea.blogspot.com/2006/01/segundo-dia-este-texto-foi-escrito-faz.html' title=''/><author><name>Miguel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16848138057511725555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19847892.post-113787987248279279</id><published>2006-01-21T13:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-21T13:44:32.490-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;Cheguei ao barco.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;A viagem de autocarro foi horrível a motorista era super lenta, demorou quase vinte minutos a preparar-se para arrancar… nunca conseguiu ligar o ar condicionado e demorou metade da viagem a perceber como é que se ligava. A viagem demorou duas horas…… passámos quase uma numa estufa……. Eu só pensava como seria esta pessoa na vida privada……. De certeza deve ser do mais chato possível, onde tudo tem de estar no sítio até começar alguma tarefa. Não pode existir espaço para o improviso ou inesperado…. Tudo tem de estar sobre controlo…. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;Uma das vantagens de voltar ao mesmo barco é as inspecções e a entrada no barco. Quando se é novato e os seguranças não te conhecem fazem montes de perguntas e querem inspeccionar tudo, no meu caso, assim que o segurança me viu disse-me para passar e assim em cinco minutos estava dentro do barco. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;Muita gente conhecida…. Todos a fazer perguntas e comentários de circunstancia…. "Ainda agora foste e já voltaste….", "Como foram as férias?", &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;"Tivemos saudades tuas…"&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;"Tivemos saudades tuas…." É a maior mentira num barco…… ninguém tem saudades de ninguém…. Muitas vezes demora só uma semana a esquecermo-nos dos nomes de quem foi embora…. E quando se fala dessa pessoa é sempre com dificuldade que nos lembramos dos nomes….. Como eu costumo dizer só há uma coisa que me faz ficar feliz quando vejo alguém regressar de férias….. significa que as minhas próprias férias estão mais próximas….. Sou mau? Se calhar sou, mas como nós dizemos é  &lt;i&gt;Ship life&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;A minha vontade era ter escrito sobre outra coisa….. mas fica para uma próxima vez…..&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19847892-113787987248279279?l=migasatsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19847892/posts/default/113787987248279279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19847892/posts/default/113787987248279279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://migasatsea.blogspot.com/2006/01/cheguei-ao-barco.html' title=''/><author><name>Miguel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16848138057511725555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19847892.post-113782062228739589</id><published>2006-01-20T20:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T21:17:02.316-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Viagem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo correu como planeado. Avião saiu de Lisboa eram cerca das 10:40 da manhã, chegou a Newark eram 1:30 da tarde (hora local). A descida foi muito bonita, deu para ver Manhattan ao longe. O &lt;em&gt;skyline&lt;/em&gt; é impressionante..... Peço desculpas mas não tenho fotos..... ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por momentos pensei que a minha bagagem tivesse perdida..... foi uma das últimas a sair.... mas em Lisboa tinha sido um dos primeiros a fazer check-in..... no final não houve surpresas....... ainda tive de correr um pouco para chegar a tempo ao &lt;em&gt;boarding&lt;/em&gt; do vôo seguinte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheguei a Houston eram seis da tarde. Tinha combinado com um amigo canadiano encontrar-me com ele nas chegadas da American Airlines..... mas ele decidiu ir antes ter comigo às chegadas da Continental...... &lt;em&gt;wrong terminal..... &lt;/em&gt;desencontrámo-nos... mas ele acabou por me telefonar e veio ter comigo ao sitio combinado  (ainda bem que ele não percebe português.....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chegámos ao Hotel e está cheio de tripulação para o barco.... parece quase que já estamos dentro do barco.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois de uma viagem longa nada como um bom banho para recuperar forças.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Internet de borla no quarto deu para ver os e-mail e alguns &lt;em&gt;blogs e comments...........&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hora de jantar, amena cavaqueira a pôr os &lt;em&gt;gossips&lt;/em&gt; em dia e todas as novidades de férias...... Pergunta-me que filmes fui ver durante as férias..... foram tantos que fica dificil lembrar-me de algum...... só me vem à cabeça o &lt;em&gt;Feliz Natal&lt;/em&gt; mas ele não conhece...... olho para o lado e sorriu... tento desviar a conversa.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;São agora 11:00 da noite aqui...... Cinco da manhã em Lisboa.... é uma boa hora para ir dormir....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fiquei sem bateria no meu substituto do i-pod.... sinto-me nu...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amanhã o transporte para o barco sai do hotel às 8 da manhã, preciso descansar, vai ser um longo dia........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19847892-113782062228739589?l=migasatsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19847892/posts/default/113782062228739589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19847892/posts/default/113782062228739589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://migasatsea.blogspot.com/2006/01/viagem-tudo-correu-como-planeado.html' title=''/><author><name>Miguel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16848138057511725555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19847892.post-113772577737387768</id><published>2006-01-19T18:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T19:37:59.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Música apropriada para o momento!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Daqui a três horas estarei a sair de casa e passadas quatro estarei num avião a voar para uma outra estação.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.castpost.com/Lib/playm1.php?filename=09 Encontros e Despedidas.mp3&amp;url=http://migasatsea.castpost.com/" frameborder="0" width="250" scrolling="no" height="40"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Powered by &lt;a href="http://www.castpost.com"&gt;Castpost&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A &lt;strong&gt;Maria Rita&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;"acompanhou-me" &lt;/em&gt;praticamente durante a totalidade das férias e especialmente nos dias que passei em &lt;strong&gt;Frankfurt&lt;/strong&gt;. Ela, a &lt;strong&gt;Mariza &lt;/strong&gt;e os &lt;strong&gt;Dona Maria &lt;/strong&gt;foram a nossa &lt;strong&gt;Banda Sonora &lt;/strong&gt;durante esses dias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sempre que ouvir uma música deles vou me lembrar de Frankfurt e de ti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Encontros e Despedidas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by M. Nascimento E F. Brant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mande notícias do mundo de lá&lt;br /&gt;Diz quem fica&lt;br /&gt;Me dê um abraço&lt;br /&gt;Venha me apertar&lt;br /&gt;Tô chegando&lt;br /&gt;Coisa que gosto é poder partir&lt;br /&gt;Sem ter planos&lt;br /&gt;Melhor ainda é poder voltar&lt;br /&gt;Quando quero&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todos os dias é um vai-e-vem&lt;br /&gt;A vida se repete na estação&lt;br /&gt;Tem gente que chega pra ficar&lt;br /&gt;Tem gente que vai pra nunca mais&lt;br /&gt;Tem gente que vem e quer voltar&lt;br /&gt;Tem gente que vai e quer ficar&lt;br /&gt;Tem gente que veio só olhar&lt;br /&gt;Tem gente a sorrir e a chorar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E assim, chegar e partir&lt;br /&gt;São só dois lados&lt;br /&gt;Da mesma viagem&lt;br /&gt;O trem que chega&lt;br /&gt;É o mesmo trem da partida&lt;br /&gt;A hora do encontro&lt;br /&gt;É também despedida&lt;br /&gt;A plataforma dessa estação&lt;br /&gt;É a vida desse meu lugar&lt;br /&gt;É a vida desse meu lugar&lt;br /&gt;É a vida&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19847892-113772577737387768?l=migasatsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19847892/posts/default/113772577737387768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19847892/posts/default/113772577737387768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://migasatsea.blogspot.com/2006/01/msica-apropriada-para-o-momento-daqui.html' title=''/><author><name>Miguel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16848138057511725555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19847892.post-113737186238618279</id><published>2006-01-15T16:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-15T18:21:39.743-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/125/9418/640/Galaxy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/125/9418/320/Galaxy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este é o barco onde estarei nos próximos seis meses! &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="absMiddle" 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/19847892-113737186238618279?l=migasatsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19847892/posts/default/113737186238618279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19847892/posts/default/113737186238618279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://migasatsea.blogspot.com/2006/01/este-o-barco-onde-estarei-nos-prximos.html' title=''/><author><name>Miguel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16848138057511725555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19847892.post-113717746227364473</id><published>2006-01-13T10:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-15T15:39:06.180-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Countdown&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É oficial, estou em countdown para a minha partida de novo. No dia 20 de Janeiro apanho o avião que me vai levar até Houston, Texas com uma paragem por algumas horas em Londres.... o que é sempre um prazer mesmo que seja por pouco tempo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O objectivo deste blog é tentar manter um diário de bordo ao longo dos próximos seis meses... vamos ver até que ponto eu vou conseguir ter disciplina e tempo para o fazer....... mas pensei que era uma boa forma de me manter mais perto das pessoas que gosto..... pode ser uma boa tentativa.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19847892-113717746227364473?l=migasatsea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19847892/posts/default/113717746227364473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19847892/posts/default/113717746227364473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://migasatsea.blogspot.com/2006/01/countdown-oficial-estou-em-countdown.html' title=''/><author><name>Miguel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16848138057511725555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
