whatever..

Só não vou viver para o Brasil, porque ao longo dos anos irei ficar com a pele estragada pelo sol.
Para a Dinamarca também não vou porque deve ser frio demais!
Para a Índia definitivamente não... então e as doenças?
Austrália... longe demais!!
África do Sul? Pouco seguro para mim!
Fico por cá? Portugal? Hum?

"Com Cavaco Silva como Presidente da Republica, só tens é de ficar por cá minha querida." - concluiu ela antes de ter saído da sala.

Oh Alice, what a mad tea-party !

"Have some wine!" - the March Hare said in an encouraging tone.
Alice looked all round the table, but there was nothing on it but tea.
"I don't see any wine" - she remarked.
"There isn't any" - said the March Hare.
"Then it wasn't very civil of you to offer it" - said Alice angrily.
"It wasn't very civil of you to sit down without being invited" - said the March Hare.
"I didn't know it was your table" - said Alice; "it's laid for a great many more than three."
"Your hair wants cutting" - said the Hatter.
He had been looking at Alice for some time with great curiosity, and this was his first speech.
"You should learn not to make personal remarks" - Alice said with some severity; "it's very rude."
The Hatter opened his eyes very wide on hearing this; but all he said was, "Why is a raven like a writing-desk?"
"Come, we shall have some fun now!" - thought Alice.
"I'm glad they've begun asking riddles. I believe I can guess that" - she added aloud.