<?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-6708846190317288887</id><updated>2012-02-16T10:16:21.951Z</updated><category term='Praia'/><category term='Vila Conde'/><category term='Party'/><category term='Eyes'/><category term='Maybe'/><category term='Leça'/><category term='Paz'/><category term='Desenrascanço'/><category term='Angeiras'/><category term='Ninho da Cegonha'/><category term='cry'/><category term='James Blunt'/><category term='Portugal'/><category term='Laughing cakes'/><category term='Heaven Forbid'/><category term='Palestina'/><category term='The Fray'/><category term='London'/><category term='Caminha'/><category 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Ponte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14343443257291935892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ENUjiLzW6XM/TlQ4qLCHyzI/AAAAAAAAAF4/VYCwgZbETBA/s220/P1010036.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>20</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6708846190317288887.post-1623272604718663368</id><published>2011-04-26T18:27:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T18:32:21.093+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 24px; "&gt;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="Click for alternate translations" class=""&gt;'m&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;caught&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;in a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;web&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="Click for alternate translations" class=""&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;web&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;called&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span title="Click for alternate translations" class=""&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 24px; "&gt;&lt;span title="Click for alternate translations" class=""&gt;Running in circles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 24px; "&gt;&lt;span title="Click for alternate translations" class=""&gt;Nobody said it easy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 24px; "&gt;&lt;span title="Click for alternate translations" class=""&gt;No one ever said it will be this hard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6708846190317288887-1623272604718663368?l=feelingsandtravel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelingsandtravel.blogspot.com/feeds/1623272604718663368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://feelingsandtravel.blogspot.com/2011/04/life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708846190317288887/posts/default/1623272604718663368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708846190317288887/posts/default/1623272604718663368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingsandtravel.blogspot.com/2011/04/life.html' title='Life'/><author><name>Nidia Ponte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14343443257291935892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ENUjiLzW6XM/TlQ4qLCHyzI/AAAAAAAAAF4/VYCwgZbETBA/s220/P1010036.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6708846190317288887.post-7059212510176681667</id><published>2010-10-03T11:01:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T12:04:53.899+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"FIX YOU" - COLDPLAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you try your best, but you don't succeed&lt;br /&gt;When you get what you want, but not what you need&lt;br /&gt;When you feel so tired, but you can't sleep&lt;br /&gt;Stuck in reverse&lt;br /&gt;And the tears come streaming down your face&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3-18ofKXB40/TKhWHzT4fSI/AAAAAAAAAFI/rxMEE-wz7eE/s1600/VRSet10+(136).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523759635002588450" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3-18ofKXB40/TKhWHzT4fSI/AAAAAAAAAFI/rxMEE-wz7eE/s320/VRSet10+(136).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you lose something you can't replace&lt;br /&gt;When you love someone, but it goes to waste&lt;br /&gt;Could it be worse?&lt;br /&gt;Lights will guide you home&lt;br /&gt;And ignite your bones&lt;br /&gt;And I will try to fix you&lt;br /&gt;And high up above or down below&lt;br /&gt;When you're too in love to let it go&lt;br /&gt;But if you never try you'll never know&lt;br /&gt;Just what you're worth&lt;br /&gt;Lights will guide you home&lt;br /&gt;And ignite your bones&lt;br /&gt;And I will try to fix you&lt;br /&gt;Tears stream down on your face&lt;br /&gt;When you lose something you cannot replace&lt;br /&gt;Tears stream down on your face&lt;br /&gt;And on your face I...&lt;br /&gt;Tears stream down on your face&lt;br /&gt;I promise you I will learn from my mistakes&lt;br /&gt;Tears stream down on your face&lt;br /&gt;And on your face I...&lt;br /&gt;Lights will guide you home&lt;br /&gt;And ignite your bones&lt;br /&gt;And I will try to fix you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6708846190317288887-7059212510176681667?l=feelingsandtravel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelingsandtravel.blogspot.com/feeds/7059212510176681667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://feelingsandtravel.blogspot.com/2010/10/fix-you-coldplay-when-you-try-your-best.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708846190317288887/posts/default/7059212510176681667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708846190317288887/posts/default/7059212510176681667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingsandtravel.blogspot.com/2010/10/fix-you-coldplay-when-you-try-your-best.html' title=''/><author><name>Nidia Ponte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14343443257291935892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ENUjiLzW6XM/TlQ4qLCHyzI/AAAAAAAAAF4/VYCwgZbETBA/s220/P1010036.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3-18ofKXB40/TKhWHzT4fSI/AAAAAAAAAFI/rxMEE-wz7eE/s72-c/VRSet10+(136).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6708846190317288887.post-5455162508319634893</id><published>2009-11-15T19:40:00.026Z</published><updated>2009-11-17T01:18:30.640Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Do You Realize; Everyones dies'/><title type='text'>Do You Realize?</title><content type='html'>Song: Do You Realize&lt;br /&gt;Artist: The Flaming Lips&lt;br /&gt;From the Year: 2002&lt;br /&gt;Photos: The places where I was last year (Fujerah, Oman, Dubai e Praia Anjeiras)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This lyrics is something... isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="403" height="343" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-c9548398d0f99d25" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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href='http://feelingsandtravel.blogspot.com/2009/11/do-you-realize.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708846190317288887/posts/default/5455162508319634893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708846190317288887/posts/default/5455162508319634893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingsandtravel.blogspot.com/2009/11/do-you-realize.html' title='Do You Realize?'/><author><name>Nidia Ponte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14343443257291935892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ENUjiLzW6XM/TlQ4qLCHyzI/AAAAAAAAAF4/VYCwgZbETBA/s220/P1010036.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6708846190317288887.post-7899423620175010204</id><published>2009-10-31T11:16:00.006Z</published><updated>2009-11-12T10:50:12.024Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heaven Forbid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Fray'/><title type='text'>Heaven Forbid</title><content type='html'>When I was listen to this song, it touche me so much... than I want to share the lyrics here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Twenty years, it's breaking you donw&lt;br /&gt;Now that you understand, there's no one around&lt;br /&gt;Take a breath, just take a seat&lt;br /&gt;You're falling apart and tearing al the seams&lt;br /&gt;Heaven forbid you end up alone&lt;br /&gt;You don't know why&lt;br /&gt;Hold on tight, wait for tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;You'll be alright&lt;br /&gt;It's on you face, is it on your mind&lt;br /&gt;Would you care to build a house of your own&lt;br /&gt;How much longer, how long can you wait&lt;br /&gt;It's like you wanted to go and give yourself away&lt;br /&gt;Heaven forbid you end up alone&lt;br /&gt;And you don't know why&lt;br /&gt;Hold on tight, wait for tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;You'll be alright&lt;br /&gt;Heaven forbid you end up alone&lt;br /&gt;And don't know why&lt;br /&gt;Hold on tight, wait for tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;You'll be alright&lt;br /&gt;It feels good, it feels good&lt;br /&gt;It feel good, it feels good&lt;br /&gt;Heaven forbid you end up alone&lt;br /&gt;You don't know why&lt;br /&gt;Hold on tight, wait for tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;You'll be alright&lt;br /&gt;Heaven forbid you end up alone&lt;br /&gt;You don't know why&lt;br /&gt;Hold on tight wait for tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;You'll be alright&lt;br /&gt;Yeah out of this one&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how to ge out of this one&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how to ge out of this one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Songwriters: Kin, Joseph, Slade, Isaac.&lt;br /&gt;Song: Heavem Forbid&lt;br /&gt;The Fray: &lt;a href="http://bolg.thefray.net/us/music/how-save-life/heaven-forbid"&gt;http://bolg.thefray.net/us/music/how-save-life/heaven-forbid&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6708846190317288887-7899423620175010204?l=feelingsandtravel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelingsandtravel.blogspot.com/feeds/7899423620175010204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://feelingsandtravel.blogspot.com/2009/10/heaven-forbid.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708846190317288887/posts/default/7899423620175010204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708846190317288887/posts/default/7899423620175010204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingsandtravel.blogspot.com/2009/10/heaven-forbid.html' title='Heaven Forbid'/><author><name>Nidia Ponte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14343443257291935892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ENUjiLzW6XM/TlQ4qLCHyzI/AAAAAAAAAF4/VYCwgZbETBA/s220/P1010036.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6708846190317288887.post-6906644267234362398</id><published>2009-10-15T19:42:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T19:44:40.226+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Israel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Palestina'/><title type='text'>I am Israel</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object style="WIDTH: 366px; HEIGHT: 306px" width="366" height="306"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/b4gymxY2zM8&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/b4gymxY2zM8&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am Israel. Written by Hashem Said on Feb.25.2002 . Video made by Jihane Al Quds on Sept.4.2009. Hashem Said is an officer in the UW Palestinian student group Hayaat. Io sono Israele :&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b4gymxY2zM8"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b4gymxY2zM8&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6708846190317288887-6906644267234362398?l=feelingsandtravel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelingsandtravel.blogspot.com/feeds/6906644267234362398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://feelingsandtravel.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-am-israel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708846190317288887/posts/default/6906644267234362398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708846190317288887/posts/default/6906644267234362398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingsandtravel.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-am-israel.html' title='I am Israel'/><author><name>Nidia Ponte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14343443257291935892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ENUjiLzW6XM/TlQ4qLCHyzI/AAAAAAAAAF4/VYCwgZbETBA/s220/P1010036.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6708846190317288887.post-7539540311175381857</id><published>2009-10-12T14:17:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T14:20:07.595+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desenrascanço'/><title type='text'>Desenrascanço (Portuguese)</title><content type='html'>I found this article about portuguese words, hope you enjoy it:&lt;br /&gt;Publish in the: &lt;a href="http://www.cracked.com/article_17251_p2.html"&gt;http://www.cracked.com/article_17251_p2.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Desenrascanço: Means:&lt;br /&gt;To pull a MacGyver.&lt;br /&gt;This is the art of slapping together a solution to a problem at the last minute, with no advanced planning, and no resources. It's the coat hanger you use to fish your car keys out of the toilet, the emergency mustache you hastily construct out of pubic hair.&lt;br /&gt;What's interesting about &lt;a href="http://portuguesefordummies.blogspot.com/2007/03/question-5-what-is-desenrascano.html" target="c"&gt;desenrascano&lt;/a&gt; (literally "to disentangle" yourself out of a bad situation), the Portuguese word for these last-minute solutions, is what is says about their culture.&lt;br /&gt;Where most of us were taught the Boy Scout slogan "be prepared," and are constantly hassled if we don't plan every little thing ahead, the Portuguese value just the opposite.&lt;br /&gt;Coming up with frantic, last-minute improvisations that somehow work is considered one of the most valued skills there; they even teach it in universities, and in the armed forces. They believe this ability to slap together haphazard solutions has been key to their survival over the centuries.&lt;br /&gt;Don't laugh. At one time they managed to build an empire stretching from Brazil to the Philippines this way.&lt;br /&gt;Fuck preparation. They have desenrascano."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6708846190317288887-7539540311175381857?l=feelingsandtravel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelingsandtravel.blogspot.com/feeds/7539540311175381857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://feelingsandtravel.blogspot.com/2009/10/desenrascanco-portuguese.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708846190317288887/posts/default/7539540311175381857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708846190317288887/posts/default/7539540311175381857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingsandtravel.blogspot.com/2009/10/desenrascanco-portuguese.html' title='Desenrascanço (Portuguese)'/><author><name>Nidia Ponte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14343443257291935892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ENUjiLzW6XM/TlQ4qLCHyzI/AAAAAAAAAF4/VYCwgZbETBA/s220/P1010036.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6708846190317288887.post-4594265494107350712</id><published>2009-10-08T22:37:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T23:04:59.569+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parque Natural'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ninho da Cegonha'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Montesinho'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bragança'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Portugal'/><title type='text'>Bragança</title><content type='html'>Bragança - North of Portugal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If some day you come to Portugal, go viseted Brangança, and you will see all this natural landscape that you are watching in this little movie that I made.&lt;br /&gt;If you thinking on stay there look for the "O Ninho da Cegonha", it's a country house very traditional in the Natural Park of "Montesinho". &lt;a href="http://www.ninhodacegonha.com/"&gt;www.ninhodacegonha.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="407" height="307" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-54d1ae13d446b4bc" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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href='http://feelingsandtravel.blogspot.com/2009/10/braganca.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708846190317288887/posts/default/4594265494107350712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708846190317288887/posts/default/4594265494107350712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingsandtravel.blogspot.com/2009/10/braganca.html' title='Bragança'/><author><name>Nidia Ponte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14343443257291935892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ENUjiLzW6XM/TlQ4qLCHyzI/AAAAAAAAAF4/VYCwgZbETBA/s220/P1010036.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6708846190317288887.post-8424227786488472051</id><published>2009-07-04T22:25:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T22:40:33.303+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Party'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='VIP'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='London'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A party I went in Londo :-) (24-06-09)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="355" height="295" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-ded0a6412fecac1" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" 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href='http://feelingsandtravel.blogspot.com/feeds/8424227786488472051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://feelingsandtravel.blogspot.com/2009/07/party-i-went-in-londo-24-06-09.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708846190317288887/posts/default/8424227786488472051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708846190317288887/posts/default/8424227786488472051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingsandtravel.blogspot.com/2009/07/party-i-went-in-londo-24-06-09.html' title=''/><author><name>Nidia Ponte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14343443257291935892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ENUjiLzW6XM/TlQ4qLCHyzI/AAAAAAAAAF4/VYCwgZbETBA/s220/P1010036.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6708846190317288887.post-3214889427594443166</id><published>2009-06-08T21:07:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T21:20:48.900+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3-18ofKXB40/Si1xzio-J1I/AAAAAAAAADk/I9uL5ryEGlc/s1600-h/Oman+Trip+050.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Muscat - &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;مسقط&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Last December (2008) I was in Muscat, the largest city of Oman. And I found there the presence of the Portuguese. It’s a fort, that history say it was built around 1588.&lt;br /&gt;Here are the photos I toke of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345053859222137890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3-18ofKXB40/Si1yKmhELCI/AAAAAAAAADs/JPTICPbYxMo/s320/Muscat+-+Forte+Portugues.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345053463044564818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3-18ofKXB40/Si1xzio-J1I/AAAAAAAAADk/I9uL5ryEGlc/s320/Oman+Trip+050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6708846190317288887-3214889427594443166?l=feelingsandtravel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelingsandtravel.blogspot.com/feeds/3214889427594443166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://feelingsandtravel.blogspot.com/2009/06/muscat-last-december-2008-i-was-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708846190317288887/posts/default/3214889427594443166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708846190317288887/posts/default/3214889427594443166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingsandtravel.blogspot.com/2009/06/muscat-last-december-2008-i-was-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Nidia Ponte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14343443257291935892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ENUjiLzW6XM/TlQ4qLCHyzI/AAAAAAAAAF4/VYCwgZbETBA/s220/P1010036.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3-18ofKXB40/Si1yKmhELCI/AAAAAAAAADs/JPTICPbYxMo/s72-c/Muscat+-+Forte+Portugues.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6708846190317288887.post-2793379426224995861</id><published>2009-05-17T14:40:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T16:15:22.021+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bravery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Balkans'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='James Blunt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cry'/><title type='text'>No Bravery</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object style="WIDTH: 426px; HEIGHT: 344px" height="344" width="426"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/x3k2nj_blunt-no-bravery-in-kosovo_music&amp;amp;related=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/x3k2nj_blunt-no-bravery-in-kosovo_music&amp;related=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="480" height="381" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x3k2nj_blunt-no-bravery-in-kosovo_music"&gt;Blunt - No Bravery - in Kosovo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This video is from James Blunt, and tells his really story, when he was in the Balkans, during the war. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6708846190317288887-2793379426224995861?l=feelingsandtravel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelingsandtravel.blogspot.com/feeds/2793379426224995861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://feelingsandtravel.blogspot.com/2009/05/blunt-no-bravery-in-kosovo-enviado-por.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708846190317288887/posts/default/2793379426224995861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708846190317288887/posts/default/2793379426224995861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingsandtravel.blogspot.com/2009/05/blunt-no-bravery-in-kosovo-enviado-por.html' title='No Bravery'/><author><name>Nidia Ponte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14343443257291935892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ENUjiLzW6XM/TlQ4qLCHyzI/AAAAAAAAAF4/VYCwgZbETBA/s220/P1010036.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6708846190317288887.post-6384659598767131776</id><published>2009-05-03T00:22:00.014+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T13:21:04.319+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Paz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eyes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Porto'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ribeira'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Palestina'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Look'/><title type='text'>Look in My Eyes</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Music: Look in to My Eyes of Outlandish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Fotos: Porto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="372" height="286" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-b260afc2a51c3fd7" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db260afc2a51c3fd7%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1332300493%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D99B76937B13438022486A3F209DC292C3FB76FE.4334E7BE1CC84948DB3FF16CC53BBFCB8CCC9013%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db260afc2a51c3fd7%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DTve-wCLRMCbUxR-PDODV2u2dRs0&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="372" height="286" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db260afc2a51c3fd7%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1332300493%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D99B76937B13438022486A3F209DC292C3FB76FE.4334E7BE1CC84948DB3FF16CC53BBFCB8CCC9013%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db260afc2a51c3fd7%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DTve-wCLRMCbUxR-PDODV2u2dRs0&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(Nota: estava para colocar fotos sobre o conflito, mas eram muito deprimentes. Então resolvi colocar fotos da cidade onde vivo, pois desejo, que um dia, haja paz na Palestina, para que também eles possam desfrutar do país onde vivem, sem terem medo.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;No final da I Guerra Mundial as potências europeias (França e Inglaterra) dividem o Império Otomano em Mandatos que distribuem entre si. Estes mandatos dão lugar a Estados que fracturaram para sempre a unidade (Umma) e criam divisão e discórdia entre os Muçulmanos.&lt;br /&gt;Mais tarde e na sequencia da II Guerra Mundial, a Administração Truman aceitou o plano do Comité Especial das Nações para a Palestina, dividindo este território em 2 estados distintos (um árabe e um judeu) funcionando em união económica, ficando Jerusalém sob administração da ONU. Esta resolução, realizada em 29 de Novembro de 1947, foi aprovada com 33 votos a favor e 13 contra.&lt;br /&gt;Tem inicio a luta dos palestinianos pelo seu direito às suas casas, aos seus terrenos e a imposição de um outro povos nas suas terras.&lt;br /&gt;Desde então que no território palestiniano não há PAZ.&lt;br /&gt;Israel nasce com o apoio total do EUA. E de acordo com um estudo do Congressional Reserch Service, de 1949 a 2000, a ajuda económica e militar americana ascendeu a 81.38 biliões de dólares (V. Clyde R. Mark, Israel: US Foreign Assistance, Issue Brief for Congress, CRS, 17 de Outubro de 2002: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.washington-report.org/backissues/010201/0101015.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;www.washington-report.org/backissues/010201/0101015.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;Os palestinianos tentam por vários meios defenderem-se buscando apoios a outros países. Contudo não tem conseguido defender-se convenientemente, devidas as grandes diferenças de apoios que existe entre eles e os israelitas. Os israelitas têm um exército bem montado, construído ao longo de cerca 60 anos, com o apoio do EUA. Israel é hoje um país que suplanta qualquer um dos seus vizinhos em armamento militar, sendo possuidores de bombas capazes de destruir quase todo o Médio Oriente. Pelo contrario Palestina é um território, que a maioria dos outros países nem considera Estado, com pouco organização militar, recorrendo à guerrilha para se defender, sendo o seu governo frágil e sujeito as invasões constantes por parte do seu vizinho (Israel), que prende os seus cidadãos e políticos.&lt;br /&gt;Sem dúvida nós os ocidentais (Europeus e Americanos) somos os grandes culpados por toda esta situação. Quisemos criar um país à custa da vida dos outros. Com as boas “intenções” de ajudar as vítimas do Nazismo e dar-lhes o grande sonho deles, não analisamos todas as possíveis consequências dos nossos actos e só pensamos nas vantagem que nos trazia ter poder no Médio Oriente.&lt;br /&gt;Inglaterra que administrava o território Palestiniano desde I Guerra doou territórios que na verdade não eram inteiramente seus. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Assim cabe principalmente aos Europeus tentar minimizar todo esse conflito. (sorry, when I can I will write this in english)&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/6708846190317288887-6384659598767131776?l=feelingsandtravel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=b260afc2a51c3fd7&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelingsandtravel.blogspot.com/feeds/6384659598767131776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://feelingsandtravel.blogspot.com/2009/05/music-look-in-to-my-eyes-of-outlandish.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708846190317288887/posts/default/6384659598767131776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708846190317288887/posts/default/6384659598767131776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingsandtravel.blogspot.com/2009/05/music-look-in-to-my-eyes-of-outlandish.html' title='Look in My Eyes'/><author><name>Nidia Ponte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14343443257291935892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ENUjiLzW6XM/TlQ4qLCHyzI/AAAAAAAAAF4/VYCwgZbETBA/s220/P1010036.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6708846190317288887.post-779238603976216283</id><published>2009-04-10T21:22:00.011+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T11:48:20.965+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Maybe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Angeiras'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vila Conde'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Leça'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Praia'/><title type='text'>MAYBE</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Photos: Leça Palmeira, Praia de Angeiras, Vila de Conde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Song: Maybe - Enrique Iglesias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="305" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-cffa67c3e23f9c19" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v19.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dcffa67c3e23f9c19%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1332300493%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D28B696615F1D59229857707D2C2FA129787A72FC.7FEE33B0505007FB7F868EBBC944B6156E8A8DD7%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dcffa67c3e23f9c19%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DVZ94eDaiecsmwppehiQbqLHr7L0&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="400" height="305" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v19.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dcffa67c3e23f9c19%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1332300493%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D28B696615F1D59229857707D2C2FA129787A72FC.7FEE33B0505007FB7F868EBBC944B6156E8A8DD7%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dcffa67c3e23f9c19%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DVZ94eDaiecsmwppehiQbqLHr7L0&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Live is too short to stay thinking in “ifs” or “maybes”.&lt;br /&gt;So we should live all the moments without hesitation and regrests. And accepted all things that make as feel happy and well with our self.&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/6708846190317288887-779238603976216283?l=feelingsandtravel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=cffa67c3e23f9c19&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelingsandtravel.blogspot.com/feeds/779238603976216283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://feelingsandtravel.blogspot.com/2009/04/maybe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708846190317288887/posts/default/779238603976216283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708846190317288887/posts/default/779238603976216283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingsandtravel.blogspot.com/2009/04/maybe.html' title='MAYBE'/><author><name>Nidia Ponte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14343443257291935892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ENUjiLzW6XM/TlQ4qLCHyzI/AAAAAAAAAF4/VYCwgZbETBA/s220/P1010036.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6708846190317288887.post-1965825000537776837</id><published>2009-04-10T19:19:00.009+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T11:50:11.920+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Angeiras'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Leça'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Praia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I CAN BE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Caminha'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Berlengas'/><title type='text'>I CAN BE WHAT I WANT TO BE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Photos Of:Praia de Angeiras, Vila Nova Cerveira, Caminha e Berlengas.&lt;br /&gt;Music: I Can Be - Taio Cruz&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="384" height="279" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-54045ad7329abf8" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D054045ad7329abf8%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1332300493%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D11E387C810683674E6F683444E41A1B3071B0CC3.2EFC25A53386AA0F4E159F7ACB6ED944C0790E8C%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D54045ad7329abf8%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DMWLbnID1ORguRxz-7dpTwAPV8JA&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="384" height="279" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D054045ad7329abf8%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1332300493%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D11E387C810683674E6F683444E41A1B3071B0CC3.2EFC25A53386AA0F4E159F7ACB6ED944C0790E8C%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D54045ad7329abf8%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DMWLbnID1ORguRxz-7dpTwAPV8JA&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Live is not easy! But we can make it better by think always in the good side.&lt;br /&gt;And even when you feel so bad, that you don’t have strength to get out of bed, just think that someone in the world is in worst situation, for example in Africa there are children dying because they don’t have nothing to eat.&lt;br /&gt;So I hope this song helps you pass for the bad moments in live, like it did for me.&lt;br /&gt;The lyric’s say it all!&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/6708846190317288887-1965825000537776837?l=feelingsandtravel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=54045ad7329abf8&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelingsandtravel.blogspot.com/feeds/1965825000537776837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://feelingsandtravel.blogspot.com/2009/04/fotos-do-norte-de-portugal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708846190317288887/posts/default/1965825000537776837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708846190317288887/posts/default/1965825000537776837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingsandtravel.blogspot.com/2009/04/fotos-do-norte-de-portugal.html' title='I CAN BE WHAT I WANT TO BE'/><author><name>Nidia Ponte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14343443257291935892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ENUjiLzW6XM/TlQ4qLCHyzI/AAAAAAAAAF4/VYCwgZbETBA/s220/P1010036.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6708846190317288887.post-3111025443112550920</id><published>2009-04-08T18:21:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T18:28:30.829+01:00</updated><title type='text'>"Praia"/"Beach" - Matosinhos</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="500" height="375"&gt; &lt;param name="flashvars" value="&amp;offsite=true&amp;amp;lang=en-us&amp;page_show_url=%2Fphotos%2Fhanifa%2Fsets%2F72157616420620047%2Fshow%2F&amp;page_show_back_url=%2Fphotos%2Fhanifa%2Fsets%2F72157616420620047%2F&amp;set_id=72157616420620047&amp;jump_to="&gt;&lt;/param&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.flickr.com/apps/slideshow/show.swf?v=69832"&gt;&lt;/param&gt; &lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://www.flickr.com/apps/slideshow/show.swf?v=69832" allowFullScreen="true" flashvars="&amp;offsite=true&amp;amp;lang=en-us&amp;page_show_url=%2Fphotos%2Fhanifa%2Fsets%2F72157616420620047%2Fshow%2F&amp;page_show_back_url=%2Fphotos%2Fhanifa%2Fsets%2F72157616420620047%2F&amp;set_id=72157616420620047&amp;jump_to=" width="500" height="375"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Beach of Matosinhos!&lt;br /&gt;Matosinhos is a city in the district of Porto, in Portugal.&lt;br /&gt;So what you think about my city?&lt;br /&gt;Nice beach!!??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6708846190317288887-3111025443112550920?l=feelingsandtravel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelingsandtravel.blogspot.com/feeds/3111025443112550920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://feelingsandtravel.blogspot.com/2009/04/praia-de-matosinhos.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708846190317288887/posts/default/3111025443112550920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708846190317288887/posts/default/3111025443112550920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingsandtravel.blogspot.com/2009/04/praia-de-matosinhos.html' title='&quot;Praia&quot;/&quot;Beach&quot; - Matosinhos'/><author><name>Nidia Ponte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14343443257291935892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ENUjiLzW6XM/TlQ4qLCHyzI/AAAAAAAAAF4/VYCwgZbETBA/s220/P1010036.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6708846190317288887.post-8649029607433044652</id><published>2009-02-15T20:32:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-04-08T18:20:10.241+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sun set in Fujerah'/><title type='text'>Leave It</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3-18ofKXB40/SZiAbF4Dc1I/AAAAAAAAACc/JOWbr4YlR0E/s1600-h/PICT0035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303129764150866770" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3-18ofKXB40/SZiAbF4Dc1I/AAAAAAAAACc/JOWbr4YlR0E/s320/PICT0035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;With broken wings, sometimes you find your way to fly&lt;br /&gt;Now I feel that this soul of mine has had its many tolls,&lt;br /&gt;Still sometimes the pain is what we need for us to grow,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So when it’s time for me to look into my deepest side&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See I can be anything I want to be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All I have to do is put my mind to it and I can do it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our lives are made In these small hours, these little wonders,&lt;br /&gt;Time falls away, But these small hours, these small hours still remain&lt;br /&gt;All of my regret will wash away somehow but I cannot forget the way I feel right now&lt;br /&gt;Many things I wish I didn't do, but I continue learning&lt;br /&gt;I've found out a reason for me, To change who I used to be, A reason to start over new&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6708846190317288887-8649029607433044652?l=feelingsandtravel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelingsandtravel.blogspot.com/feeds/8649029607433044652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://feelingsandtravel.blogspot.com/2009/02/with-broken-wings-sometimes-you-find.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708846190317288887/posts/default/8649029607433044652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708846190317288887/posts/default/8649029607433044652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingsandtravel.blogspot.com/2009/02/with-broken-wings-sometimes-you-find.html' title='Leave It'/><author><name>Nidia Ponte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14343443257291935892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ENUjiLzW6XM/TlQ4qLCHyzI/AAAAAAAAAF4/VYCwgZbETBA/s220/P1010036.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3-18ofKXB40/SZiAbF4Dc1I/AAAAAAAAACc/JOWbr4YlR0E/s72-c/PICT0035.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6708846190317288887.post-8179462350321971671</id><published>2009-01-10T21:24:00.011Z</published><updated>2009-01-12T23:19:41.462Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cafe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Laughing cakes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I amsterdam'/><title type='text'>I amsterdam</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3-18ofKXB40/SWkT8TyOqmI/AAAAAAAAABs/FNWSWhrJ9qM/s1600-h/DSC05041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289781164147386978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3-18ofKXB40/SWkT8TyOqmI/AAAAAAAAABs/FNWSWhrJ9qM/s320/DSC05041.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This New Year's eve I went to Amsterdam with some friends.&lt;br /&gt;What can I say about this city?! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well it's a normal European city with some little differences ;-) !&lt;br /&gt;If you're wondering if there's drugs and sex there… the answer is YES! It's true. When you walk the streets the smell of weed/hashish is very strong. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Almost in every souvenir's store you can find utils to smoke hashish and other kind of drugs, … and shopkeeper advice you about the best material you can use… Also you can find a lot of sex souvenirs.&lt;br /&gt;In fact sex shops and coffee shops are the most characteristic shops there! To those that don’t know, the “coffee shops” is the place where you can buy drugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;At night in the “red light street” you see women, men and others in lingerie, behind a glass door selling sex. It's legal and they pay taxes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The architecture of the city is splendid, it’s a must. And if you are in Europe, you should go there to see it! (maybe you can choose to go in the summer, ‘cause the winter is very cold).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Surprisingly, the traditional food that you can find there is not traditional! What I mean is that the majority of the restaurants that you find there are Arabic or Chinese or others… “Falafel” or pizzas are in fact there to stay. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;French fries with mayonnaise is the most traditional food I found there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3-18ofKXB40/SWkT8GdhKhI/AAAAAAAAABk/X31cKPMgWWA/s1600-h/DSC_0497.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289781160570858002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 185px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 126px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3-18ofKXB40/SWkT8GdhKhI/AAAAAAAAABk/X31cKPMgWWA/s320/DSC_0497.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah! But if you want to try something radical you can try the chocolate cakes or muffins. Those have special ingredients: coca or hashish. I’ve tried the chocolate cake… but was a disappointed… me and my friends did not feel anything different… So we were not “stone again” like the suggestion of this t-shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3-18ofKXB40/SWkT72BMJMI/AAAAAAAAABc/AJsl8hNdgTc/s1600-h/DSC_0470.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;An advice… be careful with what you &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3-18ofKXB40/SWkT72BMJMI/AAAAAAAAABc/AJsl8hNdgTc/s1600-h/DSC_0470.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289781156157072578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 182px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 149px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3-18ofKXB40/SWkT72BMJMI/AAAAAAAAABc/AJsl8hNdgTc/s320/DSC_0470.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;buy, because, although the fly is considered internal, your bag is for certain checked, even the “holding bag”. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The express coffee is very expensive… 2€ was the cheapeast price that we paid. For a Portuguese girl (like me) this city is a little expensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But I loved the experience of the New Year's eve and the city! I recommend it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6708846190317288887-8179462350321971671?l=feelingsandtravel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelingsandtravel.blogspot.com/feeds/8179462350321971671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://feelingsandtravel.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-amsterdam.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708846190317288887/posts/default/8179462350321971671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708846190317288887/posts/default/8179462350321971671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingsandtravel.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-amsterdam.html' title='I amsterdam'/><author><name>Nidia Ponte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14343443257291935892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ENUjiLzW6XM/TlQ4qLCHyzI/AAAAAAAAAF4/VYCwgZbETBA/s220/P1010036.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3-18ofKXB40/SWkT8TyOqmI/AAAAAAAAABs/FNWSWhrJ9qM/s72-c/DSC05041.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6708846190317288887.post-6129982617507214333</id><published>2009-01-09T18:38:00.005Z</published><updated>2009-01-12T23:30:38.031Z</updated><title type='text'>Ping Pong</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;At this moment, I’m passing a situation that makes me feel like a ping pong ball…. Sometimes I feel despair, like the world is going to end… and other times I feel that what I’m experiencing now is an opportunity that life gives me to change and get a brand new life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There is a lyric of a song, that when I listen, I feel like to cry and shout. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I’m going to put here only the parts that touches me:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Do you know what it feels like loving someone that's in a rush to throw you&lt;br /&gt;away?&lt;br /&gt;Do you know, do you know, do you know,?&lt;br /&gt;Do you know what it feels&lt;br /&gt;like to be the last one to know the lock on the door has changed?&lt;br /&gt;…If birds&lt;br /&gt;flying south is a sign of changes At least you can predict this every year.&lt;br /&gt;Love, you never know the minute it ends suddenly&lt;br /&gt;I can't get it to speak&lt;br /&gt;Maybe finding all the things it took to save us&lt;br /&gt;I could fix the pain&lt;br /&gt;that bleeds inside of me&lt;br /&gt;Look in your eyes to see something about me&lt;br /&gt;I'm&lt;br /&gt;standing on the edge and I don't know what else to give. …&lt;br /&gt;How can I love&lt;br /&gt;you? If you just don't talk to me, babe. …&lt;br /&gt;I flow through my act The&lt;br /&gt;question is she needed And decide all the man&lt;br /&gt;I can ever be.&lt;br /&gt;Looking at&lt;br /&gt;the last 3 years like&lt;br /&gt;I did, I could never see us ending like this.&lt;br /&gt;Seeing your face no more on my pillow&lt;br /&gt;Is a scene that's never ever&lt;br /&gt;happened to me.&lt;br /&gt;But after this episode I don't see, you could never tell the&lt;br /&gt;next thing life could be”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Vd3VPEHX11o"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Vd3VPEHX11o&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;Although the video of this song doesn’t say too much for me… however the lyrics… well say it all.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6708846190317288887-6129982617507214333?l=feelingsandtravel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelingsandtravel.blogspot.com/feeds/6129982617507214333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://feelingsandtravel.blogspot.com/2009/01/ping-pong.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708846190317288887/posts/default/6129982617507214333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708846190317288887/posts/default/6129982617507214333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingsandtravel.blogspot.com/2009/01/ping-pong.html' title='Ping Pong'/><author><name>Nidia Ponte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14343443257291935892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ENUjiLzW6XM/TlQ4qLCHyzI/AAAAAAAAAF4/VYCwgZbETBA/s220/P1010036.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6708846190317288887.post-9164131884842065275</id><published>2009-01-04T20:33:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-01-10T22:29:39.228Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAPPY NEW YEAR - FROM AMESTERDAM!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3-18ofKXB40/SWEdvG7Qk0I/AAAAAAAAAAo/VQ-hld7wd2c/s1600-h/DSC_0299.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287540132659893058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3-18ofKXB40/SWEdvG7Qk0I/AAAAAAAAAAo/VQ-hld7wd2c/s320/DSC_0299.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6708846190317288887-9164131884842065275?l=feelingsandtravel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelingsandtravel.blogspot.com/feeds/9164131884842065275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://feelingsandtravel.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708846190317288887/posts/default/9164131884842065275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708846190317288887/posts/default/9164131884842065275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingsandtravel.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Nidia Ponte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14343443257291935892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ENUjiLzW6XM/TlQ4qLCHyzI/AAAAAAAAAF4/VYCwgZbETBA/s220/P1010036.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3-18ofKXB40/SWEdvG7Qk0I/AAAAAAAAAAo/VQ-hld7wd2c/s72-c/DSC_0299.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6708846190317288887.post-924008414794150718</id><published>2009-01-04T20:29:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-01-04T20:32:25.328Z</updated><title type='text'>So What</title><content type='html'>I guess I just lost my husband&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where he went&lt;br /&gt;So I'm gonna drink my money&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna pay his rent (nope)&lt;br /&gt;I've got a brand new attitude,&lt;br /&gt;And I'm gonna wear it tonight&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna get in trouble&lt;br /&gt;I wanna start a fight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na na na na na&lt;br /&gt;I wanna start a fight&lt;br /&gt;Na na na na na&lt;br /&gt;I wanna start a fight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So,&lt;br /&gt;So what I'm still a rock star&lt;br /&gt;I got my rock moves&lt;br /&gt;And I don't need you&lt;br /&gt;And guess what&lt;br /&gt;I'm havin more fun&lt;br /&gt;And now that were done&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna show you tonight&lt;br /&gt;I'm alright&lt;br /&gt;I'm just fine&lt;br /&gt;And you're a tool so&lt;br /&gt;So what&lt;br /&gt;I am a rock star&lt;br /&gt;I got my rock moves&lt;br /&gt;And I don't want you tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unh Check my flow Uohhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The waiter just took my table&lt;br /&gt;And gave it to Jessica Simps&lt;br /&gt;(Shit! )&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll go sit with drum boy&lt;br /&gt;At least he'll know how to hit&lt;br /&gt;(Oops)&lt;br /&gt;What if this song's on the radio,&lt;br /&gt;Then somebody's gonna die! haha&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to get in trouble,&lt;br /&gt;My ex will start a fight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na na na na&lt;br /&gt;He's gonna to start a fight&lt;br /&gt;Na na na na&lt;br /&gt;We're all gonna&lt;br /&gt;To get into a fight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;So,&lt;br /&gt;So what I'm still a rock star&lt;br /&gt;I got my rock moves&lt;br /&gt;And I don't need you&lt;br /&gt;And guess what&lt;br /&gt;I'm havin more fun&lt;br /&gt;And now that were done&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna show you tonight&lt;br /&gt;I'm alright&lt;br /&gt;I'm just fine&lt;br /&gt;And you're a tool so&lt;br /&gt;So what&lt;br /&gt;I am a rock star&lt;br /&gt;I got my rock moves&lt;br /&gt;And I don't want you tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You weren't fair&lt;br /&gt;You never were&lt;br /&gt;You want it all but that's not fair&lt;br /&gt;I gave you life&lt;br /&gt;I gave my all&lt;br /&gt;You weren't there, you let me fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, so what I'm still a rock star&lt;br /&gt;I got my rock moves&lt;br /&gt;And I don't need you&lt;br /&gt;And guess what&lt;br /&gt;I'm havin more fun&lt;br /&gt;And now that were done&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna show you tonight&lt;br /&gt;I'm alright&lt;br /&gt;I'm just fine&lt;br /&gt;And you're a tool so&lt;br /&gt;So what&lt;br /&gt;I am a rock star&lt;br /&gt;I got my rock moves&lt;br /&gt;And I don't want you tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No no&lt;br /&gt;No no, I don't want you tonight&lt;br /&gt;You weren't there&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna show you tonight&lt;br /&gt;I'm alright&lt;br /&gt;I'm just fine&lt;br /&gt;And you're a tool so&lt;br /&gt;So what&lt;br /&gt;I am a rock star&lt;br /&gt;I got my rock moves&lt;br /&gt;And I don't want you tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ba da da da pffftt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dJZDsJ8UU64"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dJZDsJ8UU64&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6708846190317288887-924008414794150718?l=feelingsandtravel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it. The long term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists, whereas the rest of my advice has no basis or reliable then my own meandering experience.  I will dispense this advice....now.&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth. Oh, never mind, you won't understand the power and beauty of your youth until they've faded, but trust me in 20 years, you'll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can't grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked. You are not as fat as you imagine.&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry about the future, or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubblegum.&lt;br /&gt;The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind: the kind that blindsides you at 4pm on some idle Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;Do one thing every day that scares you.&lt;br /&gt;Sing.&lt;br /&gt;Don't be reckless with other people's hearts; don't put up with people who are reckless with yours.&lt;br /&gt;Floss.&lt;br /&gt;Don't waste your time on jealousy.  Sometimes you're ahead, sometimes you're behind.  The race is long, and in the end, it's only with yourself.&lt;br /&gt;Remember compliments you receive; forget the insults. (if you succeed in doing this, tell me how).&lt;br /&gt;Keep your old love letters; throw away your old bank statements.&lt;br /&gt;Stretch.&lt;br /&gt;Don't feel guilty if you don't know what you want to do with your life.  The most interesting people I know didn't know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives; some of the most interesting 40 year olds I know still don't.&lt;br /&gt;Get plenty of Calcium.  Be kind to your knees -- you'll miss them when they're gone.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you'll marry, maybe you won't.  Maybe you'll have children, maybe you won't.  Maybe you'll divorce at 40; maybe you'll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever you do, don't congratulate yourself too much or berate yourself, either.  Your choices are half chance, so are everybody else's.&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy your body: use it every way you can.  Don't be afraid of it or what other people think of it; it's the greatest instrument you'll ever own.&lt;br /&gt;Dance...even if you have no where to do it but in your own living room.&lt;br /&gt;Read the directions (even if you don't follow them).&lt;br /&gt;Do not read beauty magazines; they will only make you feel ugly.&lt;br /&gt;Get to know your parents; you never know when they'll be gone for good.&lt;br /&gt;Be nice to your siblings: they're your best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future.&lt;br /&gt;Understand that friends come and go, but what a precious few should hold on.  Work hard to bridge the gaps and geography and lifestyle, because the older you get, the more you need the people you knew when you were young.&lt;br /&gt;Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard.&lt;br /&gt;Live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft.&lt;br /&gt;Travel.&lt;br /&gt;Accept certain inalienable truths: prices will rise, politicians will philander, you too will get old; and when you do, you'll fantasize that when you were young, prices were reasonable, politicians were noble, and children respected their elders.&lt;br /&gt;Respect your elders.&lt;br /&gt;Don't expect anyone else to support you.  Maybe you have a trust fund, maybe you'll have a wealthy spouse, but you never know when either one might run out.&lt;br /&gt;Don't mess too much with your hair or by the time you are 40, it will look 85.&lt;br /&gt;Be careful whose advice you buy, but be patient with those who supply it.  Advice is a form of nostalgia; dispensing it is a way of wishing the past from the disposal--wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts, and recycling it for more than it's worth.&lt;br /&gt;But trust me, on the sunscreen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6708846190317288887-9054126578913484943?l=feelingsandtravel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feelingsandtravel.blogspot.com/feeds/9054126578913484943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://feelingsandtravel.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-year-new-life.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708846190317288887/posts/default/9054126578913484943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6708846190317288887/posts/default/9054126578913484943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feelingsandtravel.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-year-new-life.html' title=''/><author><name>Nidia Ponte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14343443257291935892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ENUjiLzW6XM/TlQ4qLCHyzI/AAAAAAAAAF4/VYCwgZbETBA/s220/P1010036.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
