tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-58975575163068695022011-04-21T18:41:33.417-07:00Inêshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10234915365587650919noreply@blogger.comBlogger121100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5897557516306869502.post-5277933012009247972008-03-20T18:42:00.000-07:002008-03-20T18:54:39.643-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-3fN5SOnOPQ/R-MVSLr1P9I/AAAAAAAAACE/t2ufh4LtUiw/s1600-h/P3190071.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180007398524665810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-3fN5SOnOPQ/R-MVSLr1P9I/AAAAAAAAACE/t2ufh4LtUiw/s320/P3190071.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;">Grande concerto no pavilhão atlântico! Dos melhores mesmo! Super Woman!</span><br /><br /><p><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6600;"></span></p><br /><p><em><span style="color:#ffcc33;">Everywhere I'm turning<br />Nothing seems complete<br />I stand up and I'm searching<br />For the better part of me<br />I hang my head from sorrow<br />Slave to humanity<br />I wear it on my shoulders<br />Gotta find the strength in me<br />Cause I am a Superwoman<br />Yes I am<br />Yes she is<br />Even when I'm a mess<br />I still put on a vest<br />With an S on my chest<br />Oh yes<br />I'm a Superwoman<br />For all the mothers fighting<br />For better days to come<br />And all my women, all my women sitting here trying<br />To come home before the sun<br />And all my sisters<br />Coming together<br />Say yes I will<br />Yes I can<br />Cause I am a Superwoman<br />Yes I am<br />Yes she is<br />Even when I'm a mess<br />I still put on a vest<br />With an S on my chest<br />Oh yes<br />I'm a Superwoman<br />When I'm breaking down<br />And I can't be found<br />And I start to get weak<br />Cause no one knows<br />Me underneath these clothes<br />But I can fly<br />We can fly, Oooohh<br />Cause I am a Superwoman<br />Yes I am<br />Yes she is<br />Even when I'm a mess<br />I still put on a vest<br />With an S on my chest<br />Oh yes<br />I'm a Superwoman<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180005001932914626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-3fN5SOnOPQ/R-MTGrr1P8I/AAAAAAAAAB8/5W2ErMJg2Ls/s320/P3190073.JPG" border="0" /></span></em></p><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5897557516306869502-527793301200924797?l=meussorrisos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Inêshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10234915365587650919noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5897557516306869502.post-63827663940109256252008-02-26T12:58:00.000-08:002008-02-26T13:02:36.817-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-3fN5SOnOPQ/R8R99D1_ZaI/AAAAAAAAABs/5egl-niiZsY/s1600-h/DSC04119.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171396760085423522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-3fN5SOnOPQ/R8R99D1_ZaI/AAAAAAAAABs/5egl-niiZsY/s200/DSC04119.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"> THE WORLD IS MINE! E és tu*</span><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5897557516306869502-6382766394010925625?l=meussorrisos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Inêshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10234915365587650919noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5897557516306869502.post-13401942872032524542008-02-15T14:08:00.000-08:002008-02-15T14:11:37.634-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-3fN5SOnOPQ/R7YNnT1_ZZI/AAAAAAAAABk/nuK5kbfeEsI/s1600-h/DSC03801.JPG"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167332591447008658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-3fN5SOnOPQ/R7YNnT1_ZZI/AAAAAAAAABk/nuK5kbfeEsI/s200/DSC03801.JPG" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span><div></div><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;">Ao menos não há que arrumar malas, nem fazer planos em papel.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5897557516306869502-1340194287203252454?l=meussorrisos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Inêshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10234915365587650919noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5897557516306869502.post-79672192181374965312008-02-10T14:07:00.000-08:002008-02-10T14:13:18.997-08:00<span style="color:#ff6600;"></span><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-3fN5SOnOPQ/R692fT1_ZYI/AAAAAAAAABc/xUNVzSPh55Y/s1600-h/DSC03953.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165477577891997058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-3fN5SOnOPQ/R692fT1_ZYI/AAAAAAAAABc/xUNVzSPh55Y/s200/DSC03953.JPG" border="0" /></a><em> <span style="color:#ff6600;">Pares de Ambos os Dois. Pois.</span><br /></em><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5897557516306869502-7967219218137496531?l=meussorrisos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Inêshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10234915365587650919noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5897557516306869502.post-48500121096434117382007-09-26T17:09:00.000-07:002007-09-26T17:20:43.517-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-3fN5SOnOPQ/Rvr3G9MpD6I/AAAAAAAAABU/-LyIwyC_KSI/s1600-h/P8040017.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114672025711480738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-3fN5SOnOPQ/Rvr3G9MpD6I/AAAAAAAAABU/-LyIwyC_KSI/s200/P8040017.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><em><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"> Quantas coisas perdemos por medo de perder.</span></em></div><br /><div></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;">Não queria ter medo. Não queria ter razões para ter medo. Mas tenho. E ainda tenho medo de ter medo. </span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;">Tira-me o medo. Diz-me ao ouvido que é para sempre. E que o medo pode ficar pelo caminho.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;">Amo*</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5897557516306869502-4850012109643411738?l=meussorrisos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Inêshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10234915365587650919noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5897557516306869502.post-76897980085498174972007-08-23T20:00:00.000-07:002007-08-23T20:06:53.169-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-3fN5SOnOPQ/Rs5KYu9YznI/AAAAAAAAABM/1dBanKeq2vE/s1600-h/PICT1562.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102097216640175730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-3fN5SOnOPQ/Rs5KYu9YznI/AAAAAAAAABM/1dBanKeq2vE/s320/PICT1562.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>De volta das 2 semanas de "férias" no Canadá! </div><div>Esta foto é de uma das atracções do parque de diversões em Montreal.. o Boomerang! foi dos melhores dias, este.. e quem me consegue encontrar aí?? ihih!</div><div> </div><div>Apesar de tudo, não há como a nossa Lisboa!! **</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5897557516306869502-7689798008549817497?l=meussorrisos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Inêshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10234915365587650919noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5897557516306869502.post-12946848610159229482007-07-21T05:42:00.000-07:002007-07-21T06:17:03.976-07:00<div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-3fN5SOnOPQ/RqIE7p9yAuI/AAAAAAAAAA8/JqbMFbRTG2s/s1600-h/P7200041.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089635951805858530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-3fN5SOnOPQ/RqIE7p9yAuI/AAAAAAAAAA8/JqbMFbRTG2s/s320/P7200041.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><div>Ahh tarde muito bem passada! Boa música e ainda melhor companhia!<br /><strong>Mutantes</strong> foi muito bom.. Ainda não conhecia, mas gostei! Completamente loucos, assim como a sua música.. Muita animação, era o que se queria! Papas da Língua, ou Papas na Língua, Papas ma Língua, o que quiseres.. Aí só vou falar da canção mais conhecida da banda. Eu sei, cantada, berrada, de braços no ar, quase abafou a voz do vocalista. Muito bom também. <a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-3fN5SOnOPQ/RqIGqJ9yAvI/AAAAAAAAABE/SZJw5PMRcfY/s1600-h/P7210086.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089637850181403378" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-3fN5SOnOPQ/RqIGqJ9yAvI/AAAAAAAAABE/SZJw5PMRcfY/s320/P7210086.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Agora, André Sardet e <strong>Daniela Mercury</strong>, para mim, foram os melhores.. Ele era boa disposição apesar da ventania, ela era o furacão completo! A mulher não pára! Deu o show que toda a gente estava a espera, sem desapontar ninguém, aposto!<br />Não vou falar da Iva Mendes nem dos Los de Abajo. Porque.... Para além de nunca ter ouvido falar nem de um nem do outro, ela foi uma banhada enorme, em inglês forçado e eles, ninguém os viu. Banda invisível. Mas mesmo assim, balanço muito positivo! Recinto montado no pólo Universitário do Alto da Ajuda, muita segurança. muita publicidade, muito ventinho pelo meio também.. </div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>Olha.. Citando um grande sábio estudioso.. " GRAMEI!! " =D **</div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div>PS:. Na tua casa ou na minha? ;)</div><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089630488607458002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-3fN5SOnOPQ/RqH_9p9yAtI/AAAAAAAAAA0/H5JBKMJMbRk/s320/P7200035.JPG" border="0" /></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5897557516306869502-1294684861015922948?l=meussorrisos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Inêshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10234915365587650919noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5897557516306869502.post-15524395406730901862007-07-09T12:42:00.000-07:002007-07-09T13:27:32.667-07:00<div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-3fN5SOnOPQ/RpKUE66dupI/AAAAAAAAAAs/ORMigvOpMic/s1600-h/pensativoblog.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085289741509573266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-3fN5SOnOPQ/RpKUE66dupI/AAAAAAAAAAs/ORMigvOpMic/s320/pensativoblog.gif" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="color:#6666cc;"></span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="color:#6666cc;">....</span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="color:#6666cc;"><br />"Fala comigo. Em que estás a pensar?"<br /></div></span></span><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="color:#6666cc;">...</span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="color:#6666cc;"></span><br /></div></span><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;">"There's always a moment..<br />I can do this,<br />I can give into this or<br /><strong>I CAN RESIST</strong>. "</span></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#9999ff;"></span></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#9999ff;"></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5897557516306869502-1552439540673090186?l=meussorrisos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Inêshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10234915365587650919noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5897557516306869502.post-1135415308951764072007-07-07T07:29:00.000-07:002007-07-07T07:36:56.283-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-3fN5SOnOPQ/Ro-kZa6duoI/AAAAAAAAAAk/YfvxVtoww44/s1600-h/MINIBLOG.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084463260952803970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-3fN5SOnOPQ/Ro-kZa6duoI/AAAAAAAAAAk/YfvxVtoww44/s320/MINIBLOG.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#6666cc;"><br /></span><div><span style="color:#6666cc;">Ahhh, mini mini amarelinho, prenda de "férias" pra uma sonhadora.. Acabou por ficar comigo.. Comigo não, connosco! Tu sabes..*</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5897557516306869502-113541530895176407?l=meussorrisos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Inêshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10234915365587650919noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5897557516306869502.post-40380895752513605972007-07-05T15:26:00.000-07:002007-07-05T15:47:39.856-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-3fN5SOnOPQ/Ro1wk66dunI/AAAAAAAAAAc/kdDmADMtivU/s1600-h/diarioIADE.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083843333963233906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-3fN5SOnOPQ/Ro1wk66dunI/AAAAAAAAAAc/kdDmADMtivU/s320/diarioIADE.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#6633ff;">Diario Grafico</span><br /><span style="color:#6633ff;">2ºsemestre, aula de geometria. Vista da sala 59. Haja paciência.</span><br /><span style="color:#6633ff;">"A geometria decora-se meninos, não é para perceber." ..</span><br /><span style="color:#6633ff;">.....</span><br /><span style="color:#6633ff;"> .....</span><br /><span style="color:#6633ff;">"Que festival de apagadores!" xD<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#6633ff;">Ja nao ha monge pra ninguem!! YEY!</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5897557516306869502-4038089575251360597?l=meussorrisos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Inêshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10234915365587650919noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5897557516306869502.post-79901100748358786332007-07-04T16:43:00.000-07:002007-07-04T16:50:28.648-07:00<em><span style="color:#6666cc;"></span></em><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-3fN5SOnOPQ/RowxOK6dumI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Yf9LK-MIc74/s1600-h/torre.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083492198911949410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-3fN5SOnOPQ/RowxOK6dumI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Yf9LK-MIc74/s320/torre.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#6633ff;"> <span style="font-family:verdana;">Diário Gráfico.</span></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6633ff;">Almoço muito observado.. Acho que ficámos nas fotos daqueles chineses todos.. Lembras-te?..*</span><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5897557516306869502-7990110074835878633?l=meussorrisos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Inêshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10234915365587650919noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5897557516306869502.post-20616310295759086432007-07-04T01:30:00.000-07:002007-07-03T17:29:55.310-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-3fN5SOnOPQ/RorpkK6dulI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KxSmBE9ke88/s1600-h/DSC03607.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083131937055160914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-3fN5SOnOPQ/RorpkK6dulI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KxSmBE9ke88/s320/DSC03607.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Apresento-me! *<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5897557516306869502-2061631029575908643?l=meussorrisos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Inêshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10234915365587650919noreply@blogger.com0