tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-46449352889129333962011-07-31T00:23:02.909+01:00Ellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12307118242360716483noreply@blogger.comBlogger3781100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4644935288912933396.post-79639892992240080432009-09-08T11:28:00.003+01:002009-09-08T11:30:31.683+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EoeWhWNwiwY/SqYyP9c-E6I/AAAAAAAAAvk/sV-3q04Un3M/s1600-h/1714282.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 304px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EoeWhWNwiwY/SqYyP9c-E6I/AAAAAAAAAvk/sV-3q04Un3M/s400/1714282.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379042054716134306" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Diz que (de minha parte) fechou para balanço...</span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4644935288912933396-7963989299224008043?l=estadospirito.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Martanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4644935288912933396.post-28792986506950075022009-08-11T23:02:00.004+01:002009-08-11T23:05:33.325+01:00<div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;">Parece que o Verão se dignou finalmente a aparecer!!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EoeWhWNwiwY/SoHrArRwtmI/AAAAAAAAAsA/GBMz4bDT5aA/s1600-h/548460.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 297px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EoeWhWNwiwY/SoHrArRwtmI/AAAAAAAAAsA/GBMz4bDT5aA/s400/548460.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368830627652089442" border="0" /></a>Sexta feira rumo ao Algarve... as I promise to you! ;)<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4644935288912933396-2879298650695007502?l=estadospirito.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Martanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4644935288912933396.post-25661808634303412642009-08-07T22:05:00.002+01:002009-08-07T22:21:40.568+01:00<span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"><span style="font-size:85%;">"Got me going out my mind,<br />Thinking about you all the time..."</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4644935288912933396-2566180863430341264?l=estadospirito.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Martanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4644935288912933396.post-37838915072707618652009-08-06T21:57:00.003+01:002009-08-06T22:03:48.287+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EoeWhWNwiwY/SntEz7Ik7aI/AAAAAAAAArw/ucIFL4BiOHE/s1600-h/2952826.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EoeWhWNwiwY/SntEz7Ik7aI/AAAAAAAAArw/ucIFL4BiOHE/s400/2952826.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366959039779761570" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">No Work</span> - Está-se levemente melhor, tenho trabalho para fazer, sobre uma coisa que eu sei e na qual posso quase dizer que sou já um pouco conhecedora. Sinto-me bem a ser útil e a fazer qualquer coisa em que não preciso de pedir ajuda a cada 5 min. Obrigada ao T. que mandou a dica a dizer que eu andava folgadita! ;)</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Friends</span> - tirando um ou outro problema do qual nem quero pensar nisso, avizinham-se fins-de-semana simpáticos... depois da jantarada dos meus anos no fim-de-semana passado os próximos serão muito bons!!! N. do meu coração, dia 15 vou ter ctg!!! =D</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Ele</span> - epah... ele vai de férias 15 dias para a semana e hoje saiu-me a fantástica frase "vou morrer de saudades tuas"... eu não aprendo... e tenho a lata de pedir um postalinho do destino romântico em que ele vai com a respectiva... Eu não existo e não aprendo...<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Home</span> - está-se tranki!<br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4644935288912933396-3783891507270761865?l=estadospirito.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Martanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4644935288912933396.post-24117841498943100732009-08-05T22:06:00.002+01:002009-08-05T22:13:08.991+01:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Nada melhor do que uma aula de body combat para afastar os maus pensamentos....</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">ADOREI e vou certamente repetir!!!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Ouvir esta musica na aula e dar porrada imaginária foi qualquer coisa....</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Hey, hey, you, you</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">I don't like your girlfriend</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">No way, no way</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">I think you need a new one</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Hey, hey, you, you</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">I could be your girlfriend</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Hey, hey, you, you</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">I know that you like me</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">No way, no way</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">No it's not a secret</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Hey, hey, you, you</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">I want to be your girlfriend</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">You're so fine, I want you mine, you're so delicious</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">I think about you all the time you're so addictive</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Don't you know what I can do to make you feel all right?</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Don't pretend I think you know I'm damn precious</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">And hell, yeah I'm a motherfucking princess</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">I can tell you like me too and know I'm right</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">She's like so whatever</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">You can do so much better</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">I think we should get together now</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">And that's what everyone's talking about</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Hey, hey, you, you</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">I don't like your girlfriend</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">No way, no way</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">I think you need a new one</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Hey, hey, you, you</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">I could be your girlfriend</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Hey, hey, you, you</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">I know that you like me</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">No way, no way</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">No it's not a secret</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Hey, hey, you, you</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">I want to be your girlfriend</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">I can see the way I see way you look at me</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">And even when you look away I know you think of me</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">I know you talk about me all the time again and again</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">So come over here and tell me what wanna hear</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Better yet make your girlfriend disappear</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">I don't wanna hear you say her name ever again</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">And again and again and again 'cause</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">She's like so whatever</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">You do so much better</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">I think we should get together now</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">And that's what everyone's talking about</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Hey, hey, you, you</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">I don't like your girlfriend</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">No way, no way</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">I think you need a new one</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Hey, hey, you, you</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">I could be your girlfriend</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Hey, hey, you, you</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">I know that you like me</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">No way, no way</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">No it's not a secret</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Hey, hey, you, you</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">I want to be your girlfriend</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">In a second you'll be wrapped around my finger</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">'Cause I can, 'cause I can do it better</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">There's no other so when it's gonna sink in?</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">She's so stupid what the hell were you thinking?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">In a second you'll be wrapped around my finger</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">'Cause I can, 'cause I can do it better</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">There's no other so when it's gonna sink in?</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">She's so stupid what the hell were you thinking?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Hey, hey, you, you</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">I don't like your girlfriend</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">No way, no way</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">I think you need a new one</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Hey, hey, you, you</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">I could be your girlfriend</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Hey, hey, you, you</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">I know that you like me</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">No way, no way</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">No it's not a secret</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Hey, hey, you, you</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">I want to be your girlfriend</span><br /><br /><a style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8ZSImx5u88Q">Girlfriend by Avril Lavigne</a><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4644935288912933396-2411784149894310073?l=estadospirito.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Martanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4644935288912933396.post-32015640548817535642009-08-05T09:02:00.002+01:002009-08-05T09:04:15.095+01:00<span style="font-family:verdana;">E nos meus anos qual foi a melhor prendinha que me podiam ter dado!!??!</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Novo horário do Bairro Alto!! Yupiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Passa a estar aberto até às 3h00 nas vésperas de feriados, sextas-feiras e sábados.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Ena ena :) ainda n tinha partilhado esta novidade!</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4644935288912933396-3201564054881753564?l=estadospirito.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Martanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4644935288912933396.post-10586819607803212009-08-04T17:46:00.003+01:002009-08-04T21:26:57.611+01:00<div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Bad day mesmo.......</span></span><br /><br />Além de só pensar em merd*, tar cheia de dores por causa do ciso, cortam-se po cinema e eu tou com uma TPM daqui a Jupiter...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EoeWhWNwiwY/SniZZiQNJtI/AAAAAAAAAro/VVuVtL_eT7Y/s1600-h/1685851.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EoeWhWNwiwY/SniZZiQNJtI/AAAAAAAAAro/VVuVtL_eT7Y/s400/1685851.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366207619982501586" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">Posso esconder-me numa caixinha e esperar que passe?!?!?!</span><br /><br /><br />Tou frustrada, triste e desiludida....<br />tanto mas tanto....<br />como há muito não me sentia!</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4644935288912933396-1058681960780321?l=estadospirito.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Martanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4644935288912933396.post-81333072197628122672009-08-03T20:48:00.001+01:002009-08-03T20:50:36.103+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EoeWhWNwiwY/Snc_dqcBNvI/AAAAAAAAArg/EeQEK88ohz0/s1600-h/2809113.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EoeWhWNwiwY/Snc_dqcBNvI/AAAAAAAAArg/EeQEK88ohz0/s400/2809113.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365827259875800818" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4644935288912933396-8133307219762812267?l=estadospirito.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Martanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4644935288912933396.post-88736352275661278652009-08-02T18:02:00.002+01:002009-08-02T18:09:10.522+01:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-family: verdana;">23 anos!</span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-family: verdana;">Parabéns a mim!</span></span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4644935288912933396-8873635227566127865?l=estadospirito.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Martanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4644935288912933396.post-91240009044482411612009-08-01T01:50:00.002+01:002009-08-01T01:53:07.574+01:00<div style="text-align: center;">Será apenas orgulho ferido? Ou estava mesmo a ficar apanhada?<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EoeWhWNwiwY/SnORySe3ivI/AAAAAAAAArY/5enrVSiGd_E/s1600-h/2555739.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EoeWhWNwiwY/SnORySe3ivI/AAAAAAAAArY/5enrVSiGd_E/s400/2555739.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364791874269186802" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">não te vou mandar sms...não te vou mandar sms...não te vou mandar sms...não te vou mandar sms...não te vou mandar sms...não te vou mandar sms...não te vou mandar sms...não te vou mandar sms...</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4644935288912933396-9124000904448241161?l=estadospirito.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Martanoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4644935288912933396.post-62464667127274419622009-07-31T16:44:00.006+01:002009-07-31T16:49:55.161+01:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Querem saber como conseguir escolher o unico gajo que não podem!?!?</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Ou então como terminar uma história que nem se quer tinha começado???</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Perguntem à Dryad....</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span></div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"><strong><em>Cause I fear</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"><strong><em>There is nothing left to say to you</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"><strong><em>That you wanna hear</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"><strong><em>That you wanna know....</em></strong></span></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;">mais um pontapé no cu, para a colecção...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"><strong>começo realmente a achar que o problema está em mim... e não neles....</strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4644935288912933396-6246466712727441962?l=estadospirito.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Martanoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4644935288912933396.post-58189398258617701212009-07-29T22:41:00.002+01:002009-07-29T22:44:11.376+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EoeWhWNwiwY/SnDCiSjH7ZI/AAAAAAAAArQ/IrOiN5m8-8c/s1600-h/2899709.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EoeWhWNwiwY/SnDCiSjH7ZI/AAAAAAAAArQ/IrOiN5m8-8c/s400/2899709.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364001050548759954" border="0" /></a><br /><h3 style="text-align: center;" class="UIIntentionalStory_Message"><span class="UIIntentionalStory_Names"> </span>I wanna get in trouble... I wanna start a fight!!!</h3><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4644935288912933396-5818939825861770121?l=estadospirito.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Martanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4644935288912933396.post-11191045517285580382009-07-28T20:15:00.002+01:002009-07-28T20:21:39.933+01:00<div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Incomodas-me quando estás, fico triste quando vais</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Enervas-me até ao nervo mais miudinho...</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EoeWhWNwiwY/Sm9PjMtR77I/AAAAAAAAArI/7YvXLnXbUmE/s1600-h/2936284.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EoeWhWNwiwY/Sm9PjMtR77I/AAAAAAAAArI/7YvXLnXbUmE/s400/2936284.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363593147346710450" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >E confundes-me... mas apeteces-me de uma maneira...</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4644935288912933396-1119104551728558038?l=estadospirito.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Martanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4644935288912933396.post-90022598642763049672009-07-27T20:58:00.003+01:002009-07-27T21:05:14.423+01:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Em relação à </span><a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://estadospirito.blogspot.com/2009/07/duvida-da-semana.html">duvida da semana passada</a><span style="font-family: verdana;">, não há grandes novidades...</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Agora só complicou mais um pouco!</span><br /><br /><a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EoeWhWNwiwY/Sm4IQ1e7M5I/AAAAAAAAArA/XpBtjw12kvs/s1600-h/1370608.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 258px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EoeWhWNwiwY/Sm4IQ1e7M5I/AAAAAAAAArA/XpBtjw12kvs/s400/1370608.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363233291572556690" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">O pensamento mantém-se :)<br />"</span><a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://estadospirito.blogspot.com/2009/01/truth_8347.html">Eu não conheço só homens errados.</a><br /><a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://estadospirito.blogspot.com/2009/01/truth_8347.html">Às vezes conheço os homens certos, mas nas alturas erradas.</a><span style="font-family: verdana;">"</span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4644935288912933396-9002259864276304967?l=estadospirito.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Martanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4644935288912933396.post-25802212886193664222009-07-27T20:48:00.005+01:002009-07-27T20:57:28.134+01:00<div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;">Acho que numa palavra: BRUTAL.... superou totalmente as expectativas.<br />Ficam fotos das paisagens :) Portugal é sem duvida um lindo país.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EoeWhWNwiwY/Sm4GZ_3Hh3I/AAAAAAAAAq4/myMFwEbSyvQ/s1600-h/IMGP5286.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EoeWhWNwiwY/Sm4GZ_3Hh3I/AAAAAAAAAq4/myMFwEbSyvQ/s400/IMGP5286.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363231249953949554" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EoeWhWNwiwY/Sm4GNhosIAI/AAAAAAAAAqw/_YAIGHTd3zY/s1600-h/IMGP5128.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EoeWhWNwiwY/Sm4GNhosIAI/AAAAAAAAAqw/_YAIGHTd3zY/s400/IMGP5128.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363231035681939458" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EoeWhWNwiwY/Sm4F-OjHavI/AAAAAAAAAqo/sBoX0_omeFU/s1600-h/IMGP5104.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EoeWhWNwiwY/Sm4F-OjHavI/AAAAAAAAAqo/sBoX0_omeFU/s400/IMGP5104.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363230772860250866" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4644935288912933396-2580221288619366422?l=estadospirito.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Martanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4644935288912933396.post-29594217157445737282009-07-22T22:56:00.003+01:002009-07-22T23:00:39.465+01:00<div style="text-align: right; font-family: verdana;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EoeWhWNwiwY/SmeL0yEUwpI/AAAAAAAAAqY/yHhYwRNQawQ/s1600-h/2894435.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EoeWhWNwiwY/SmeL0yEUwpI/AAAAAAAAAqY/yHhYwRNQawQ/s400/2894435.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361407620317233810" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Ainda não consegui perceber o que me fazes sentir....<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />consegues fazer-me desejar cenas que há muito não sentia,<br /><br />mas também tens uma capacidade quase inata de me irritar!<br /><br />Pode ser que descubra no fim-de-semana!<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4644935288912933396-2959421715744573728?l=estadospirito.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Martanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4644935288912933396.post-32094660470371803212009-07-21T22:31:00.003+01:002009-07-21T22:38:03.593+01:00<div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-size:180%;">Apetece-me...</span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EoeWhWNwiwY/SmY0z4982XI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/Ds8lvVhI2lg/s1600-h/2756080.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 262px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EoeWhWNwiwY/SmY0z4982XI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/Ds8lvVhI2lg/s400/2756080.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361030472501352818" border="0" /></a>mas não há ninguém que encaixe nos meus desejos....<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:78%;" >nota: Após 7 meses sozinha é provavelmente a única vez que eu sinto mesmo falta de alguém.</span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4644935288912933396-3209466047037180321?l=estadospirito.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Martanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4644935288912933396.post-54080322612412824302009-07-18T20:58:00.003+01:002009-07-18T21:12:58.754+01:00<span style="font-family: verdana;">Ontem à noite: Cinema A Proposta - Comédia romântica bem simpática e o rapaz é uma limpeza à vista fantástica.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Hoje praia e compras - montes delas.... fujam de mim saldos que eu hoje estou louca... tudo me servia e ficava bem.... há muito tempo que não tinha um dia de compras assim, estou feliz!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Amanhã mais praia e à noite concerto à borla das festas de Oeiras...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Promete um fim-de-semana em beleza!</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4644935288912933396-5408032261241282430?l=estadospirito.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Martanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4644935288912933396.post-17242197689355529222009-07-17T20:13:00.002+01:002009-07-17T20:16:01.054+01:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Epah que o pessoal não perceba o que se pede, ainda aceito...</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Agora que não se dêem ao trabalho de ler o que é pedido... por favor!!!</span><br /><a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EoeWhWNwiwY/SmDNzD5Dw9I/AAAAAAAAAqI/y7jiQF4U2A8/s1600-h/2763600.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EoeWhWNwiwY/SmDNzD5Dw9I/AAAAAAAAAqI/y7jiQF4U2A8/s400/2763600.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359509833672541138" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Depois sobrou para mim... o que vale é que me safei facilmente ;)</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4644935288912933396-1724219768935552922?l=estadospirito.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Martanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4644935288912933396.post-18064666446020443202009-07-16T22:38:00.001+01:002009-07-16T22:38:56.246+01:00<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jzy2dgEUOhY&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jzy2dgEUOhY&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />Guru Josh Project - Infinity<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4644935288912933396-1806466644602044320?l=estadospirito.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Martanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4644935288912933396.post-32879502674300527242009-07-14T21:47:00.001+01:002009-07-14T21:47:54.745+01:00<div><object width="480" height="529"><param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/x2wlud_kanye-west-ft-daft-punk-stronger_music&amp;related=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/x2wlud_kanye-west-ft-daft-punk-stronger_music&amp;related=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="480" height="529"></embed></object><br /><b><a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x2dwic_kanye-west-stronger_music">Kanye West - Stronger</a></b><br /><i>Enviado por <a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/Petitprince13">Petitprince13</a>. - <a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/pt/channel/music/featured/1">Buscar outros videos de Musica. </a></i></div><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Stronger by Kanye West</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4644935288912933396-3287950267430052724?l=estadospirito.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Martanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4644935288912933396.post-27207220383576773132009-07-14T19:54:00.003+01:002009-07-14T20:03:18.084+01:00<a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EoeWhWNwiwY/SlzWWEOIV2I/AAAAAAAAAqA/BU-mDASWtI8/s1600-h/2882335.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EoeWhWNwiwY/SlzWWEOIV2I/AAAAAAAAAqA/BU-mDASWtI8/s400/2882335.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358393331242522466" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Quando um dia de trabalho acaba com o melhor amigo de Y a dizer "tu tiras o Y do sério e olha que não é fácil..." eu acho que nem merece comentários...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Depois da conversa com o dito Y durante todo o dia ter sido bem acesa só posso agradecer ao chefe dele por lhe ter arranjado trabalho e o café ficar adiado: cheira-me que vai dar história e eu não sei se tou preparada para me meter em mais um filme...</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Fica o desabafo...</span><br /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4644935288912933396-2720722038357677313?l=estadospirito.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Martanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4644935288912933396.post-12756387525527796472009-07-13T01:11:00.001+01:002009-07-13T01:13:20.652+01:00<div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EoeWhWNwiwY/Slp8CKaQqXI/AAAAAAAAAp4/S4cgVCrmPyg/s1600-h/2871060.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 369px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EoeWhWNwiwY/Slp8CKaQqXI/AAAAAAAAAp4/S4cgVCrmPyg/s400/2871060.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357731083306707314" border="0" /></a>Sinto-me triste e sozinha.<br /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4644935288912933396-1275638752552779647?l=estadospirito.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Martanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4644935288912933396.post-78637978665069605402009-07-12T19:33:00.002+01:002009-07-12T19:34:09.308+01:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Diz que estou de férias.... mas que estou com uma neura daqui à lua...</span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4644935288912933396-7863797866506960540?l=estadospirito.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Martanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4644935288912933396.post-68432288283754137072009-07-09T22:38:00.000+01:002009-07-09T22:39:22.571+01:00<div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-size:180%;">Estou oficialmente de férias!<br /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4644935288912933396-6843228828375413707?l=estadospirito.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Martanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4644935288912933396.post-86151071044058739122009-07-06T22:27:00.000+01:002009-07-06T22:28:25.906+01:00<div style="text-align: center;">A leitura do momento :)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EoeWhWNwiwY/SlJsTBPuV1I/AAAAAAAAApw/P89WHTK4U9E/s1600-h/arcao.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 175px; height: 271px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EoeWhWNwiwY/SlJsTBPuV1I/AAAAAAAAApw/P89WHTK4U9E/s400/arcao.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355461980904642386" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4644935288912933396-8615107104405873912?l=estadospirito.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Martanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4644935288912933396.post-29605478064919486182009-07-05T19:00:00.003+01:002009-07-05T19:06:27.936+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EoeWhWNwiwY/SlDra2owWaI/AAAAAAAAApo/c25E7UWL0sw/s1600-h/2892038.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EoeWhWNwiwY/SlDra2owWaI/AAAAAAAAApo/c25E7UWL0sw/s400/2892038.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355038803519101346" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Mais uma grande noite!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Depois de muita merda, do meu mau feitio acumulado e de coisas que eu detesto que me façam.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">O jantar correu MUITO BEM, o spot foi fantástico e tirando o pequeno problema de ter partes do corpo que não se sentem com 18 anos, foi uma grande noite :)</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Obrigada my friends! Adorei! :)<br />e soube mesmo MUITO BEM!</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4644935288912933396-2960547806491948618?l=estadospirito.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Martanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4644935288912933396.post-12362396517109512132009-07-02T20:23:00.002+01:002009-07-02T20:27:24.216+01:00<a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EoeWhWNwiwY/Sk0KDutWe9I/AAAAAAAAApg/VaXL6RQE42c/s1600-h/2661579.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EoeWhWNwiwY/Sk0KDutWe9I/AAAAAAAAApg/VaXL6RQE42c/s400/2661579.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353946591207521234" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Irrita-me que ainda me consigas deixar no estado em que fiquei...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">É facto, agora mais do que nunca: mentiste, enganaste e fizeste de mim parva!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Se antes apenas desejava não voltar a encontrar-te... agora so desejo que sejas BEM INFELIZ!!!</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4644935288912933396-1236239651710951213?l=estadospirito.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Martanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4644935288912933396.post-49300420490979002442009-06-29T22:44:00.003+01:002009-06-29T22:46:57.397+01:00<a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EoeWhWNwiwY/Skk1_JHYYOI/AAAAAAAAApY/ELKrwqdNW44/s1600-h/david_fonseca_relax_dont_do_it.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EoeWhWNwiwY/Skk1_JHYYOI/AAAAAAAAApY/ELKrwqdNW44/s400/david_fonseca_relax_dont_do_it.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352868991001452770" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Nova utilizadora no twitter... com direito a seguir este senhor! =D</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Gosto tanto tanto dele...<br /></span><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">....que só por poder acompanhar tudo o que ele diz, já valeu a pena!!</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" >Biba o twitter!!</span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Nota: foto retirada do site do senhor!</span></span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4644935288912933396-4930042049097900244?l=estadospirito.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Martanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4644935288912933396.post-15229779834624704822009-06-26T21:49:00.003+01:002009-06-26T22:00:24.850+01:00<a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EoeWhWNwiwY/SkU0tr6cIsI/AAAAAAAAApQ/iDwbSogWuYs/s1600-h/mj-splash-bg.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 223px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EoeWhWNwiwY/SkU0tr6cIsI/AAAAAAAAApQ/iDwbSogWuYs/s400/mj-splash-bg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351741691686298306" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Lembro-me de há muitos anos atrás, quando eu ainda era miúda, ter chorado por causa da princesa Diana.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Por ele não chorei, mas senti-me confusa, triste e transtornada.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">É estranho como alguém que nunca conhecemos, nos comove na hora da partida.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">As músicas e vídeos ficarão para sempre! :)</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right; font-family: verdana;">Mickael Jackson 1958-2009</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4644935288912933396-1522977983462470482?l=estadospirito.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Martanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4644935288912933396.post-42340151469435031772009-06-23T22:35:00.002+01:002009-06-23T22:38:41.922+01:00<div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;">Cá andamos na mesma: numa vidinha que valha-me Deus...<br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Isto anda mais parado do que a ic19 a hora de ponta!</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EoeWhWNwiwY/SkFLJdOA6SI/AAAAAAAAApI/2G1ED_FJ_8I/s1600-h/2825128.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 326px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EoeWhWNwiwY/SkFLJdOA6SI/AAAAAAAAApI/2G1ED_FJ_8I/s400/2825128.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350640458127173922" border="0" /></a><br />E valham-me as minhas gajas que hoje decidiram juntar-se para amena cavaqueira de cusquice!</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4644935288912933396-4234015146943503177?l=estadospirito.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Martanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4644935288912933396.post-84979205271029158782009-06-20T13:52:00.005+01:002009-06-20T13:59:02.355+01:00<a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EoeWhWNwiwY/SjzciP8lONI/AAAAAAAAApA/rgvRf0g5f4U/s1600-h/2427343.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EoeWhWNwiwY/SjzciP8lONI/AAAAAAAAApA/rgvRf0g5f4U/s400/2427343.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349392938363599058" border="0" /></a><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;" >Num ano muita coisa mudou....<br /></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Cresci...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">...já como iogurtes (é um grande feito... acreditem), faço refeições em casa, estou quase a fazer um ano a trabalhar, espero já ter o curso acabado (esta espera da nota mata-me), tirei a carta, comprei um popó...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Estou crescida... não sei se é bom se é mau.... mas parece que já deixei de ser a menina tola que achava que nunca ia conseguir nada na vida!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Melhor que tudo foi ter conseguido provar a mim mesma que, apesar de continuar a fazer asneiras e a errar muito, <span style="font-weight: bold;">cresci e conquistei coisas sozinha</span>, coisas minhas!</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4644935288912933396-8497920527102915878?l=estadospirito.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Martanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4644935288912933396.post-18569500959878131222009-06-16T22:42:00.002+01:002009-06-16T22:52:40.734+01:00<div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Apesar do Inferno da semana há pessoas que a querem tornar mais interessante...<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EoeWhWNwiwY/SjgUBU_HpnI/AAAAAAAAAo4/TEpAVRxh3VA/s1600-h/2253776.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EoeWhWNwiwY/SjgUBU_HpnI/AAAAAAAAAo4/TEpAVRxh3VA/s400/2253776.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348046570548340338" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></span></div> <p style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><b><span style=""><span style="">Ai rapaz juro que se tivesses em Lisboa eu te havia de saltar para cima!!!</span></span></b></span></p><div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"> </div><p style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><b><span style=""><span style="">E tu ias gostar! ahahahahah</span></span></b></span></p><div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4644935288912933396-1856950095987813122?l=estadospirito.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Martanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4644935288912933396.post-45934045698360750232009-06-15T22:56:00.002+01:002009-06-15T23:00:04.388+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EoeWhWNwiwY/SjbEWxuQPAI/AAAAAAAAAow/oGa78PK7VHQ/s1600-h/1803038.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 328px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EoeWhWNwiwY/SjbEWxuQPAI/AAAAAAAAAow/oGa78PK7VHQ/s400/1803038.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347677503132548098" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Estou num estado que não sei se chore, se grite ou se desate à chapada!!</span> <span style="font-family:verdana;">Não sei porquê mas esta semana vai ser um infernozito do caraças!!!!</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4644935288912933396-4593404569836075023?l=estadospirito.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Martanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4644935288912933396.post-35856490877608910602009-06-14T14:08:00.002+01:002009-06-14T14:11:02.974+01:00<a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EoeWhWNwiwY/SjT2p9uFo8I/AAAAAAAAAoo/CaKw9jSmvQA/s1600-h/2757098.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EoeWhWNwiwY/SjT2p9uFo8I/AAAAAAAAAoo/CaKw9jSmvQA/s400/2757098.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347169858398561218" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: right;font-family:verdana;">... hoje acordei a pensar em ti!<br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:78%;">Já lá vão 6 meses... porquê hoje!?</span><br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4644935288912933396-3585649087760891060?l=estadospirito.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Martanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4644935288912933396.post-2912113397036469932009-06-13T15:24:00.003+01:002009-06-13T15:31:04.625+01:00<span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;">Resumo:</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Jantar: como sempre óptimo.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Noite: é favor para a próxima não estar tanto calor!!!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Que isto de estar muita gente à minha volta e muito calor provoca tensão baixa e chegada a casa a horas a que eu devia era estar em altas por essa Lisboa!</span><br /><a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EoeWhWNwiwY/SjO38X6M54I/AAAAAAAAAog/V3l2Gp5J5qQ/s1600-h/698705.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EoeWhWNwiwY/SjO38X6M54I/AAAAAAAAAog/V3l2Gp5J5qQ/s400/698705.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346819430457075586" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: verdana;">O Sto António já se acabou....</span><br /><div style="text-align: right; font-family: verdana;">...vou mas é estudar que para a semana já se trabalha!</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4644935288912933396-291211339703646993?l=estadospirito.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Martanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4644935288912933396.post-62404540681015073602009-06-11T13:40:00.008+01:002009-06-11T13:51:27.933+01:00<span style="font-family:verdana;">Musica bem antiga, mas muito bonita :)</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">I'll make it through the rainy days</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">I'll be the one who stands here longer than the rest</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">When my landscape changes, re-arranges</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">I'll be stronger than I've ever been</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">No more stillness, more sunlight</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Everything's gonna be all right</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br />I know that there's gonna be a change</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Better find your way out of your fear</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">If you wanna come with me</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Then that's the way it's gotta be</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">I'm all alone</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">And finally I'm getting stronger</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">You'll come to see</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Just what I can be</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">I'm getting stronger</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Sometimes I feel so down and out</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Like emotion that's been captured in a maze</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">I had my ups and downs</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Trials and tribulations</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">I overcome it day by day</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Feeling good and almost powerful</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">A new me, that's what I'm looking for</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EoeWhWNwiwY/SjD80p0tLCI/AAAAAAAAAoY/07HbFVGqH5k/s1600-h/2462744.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 40px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EoeWhWNwiwY/SjD80p0tLCI/AAAAAAAAAoY/07HbFVGqH5k/s400/2462744.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346050739199093794" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:verdana;">I know that there's gonna be a change</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Better find your way out of your fear</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">If you wanna come with me</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Then that's the way it's gotta be</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">I'm all alone</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">And finally I'm getting stronger</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">You'll come to see</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Just what I can be</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">I'm getting stronger</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">I didn't know what I had to do</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">I just knew I was alone</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">People around me but they didn't care</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">So I searched into my soul</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">I'm not the type of girl that will let them see her cry</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">It's not my style</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">I get by</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">See I'm gonna do this for me</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">I'm all alone</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">And finally I'm getting stronger</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">You'll come to see</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Just what I can be</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">I'm getting stronger</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">I'm all alone</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">And finally I'm getting stronger</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">You'll come to see</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Just what I can be</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">I'm getting stronger</span><br /><br /><a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r8_7uxMEMC4">Stronger by Sugababes</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4644935288912933396-6240454068101507360?l=estadospirito.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Martanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4644935288912933396.post-11340428481197924042009-06-10T21:51:00.004+01:002009-06-10T21:56:07.340+01:00<span style="font-family: verdana;">O meu cérebro morreu e alguém se esqueceu de o avisar.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> Tou farta de estudar e de estar a perder a semana de férias em marranço daquele à séria!</span><br /> <br /> <a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EoeWhWNwiwY/SjAdl3mW6_I/AAAAAAAAAoQ/i2p3I4Urt0s/s1600-h/1669825.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EoeWhWNwiwY/SjAdl3mW6_I/AAAAAAAAAoQ/i2p3I4Urt0s/s400/1669825.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345805294105979890" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">(escrevo este mini-post enquanto imprimo mais uma montanha de acetatos...)</span></span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4644935288912933396-1134042848119792404?l=estadospirito.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Martanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4644935288912933396.post-72533797001840860242009-06-09T22:37:00.004+01:002009-06-14T19:48:53.871+01:00<span style="font-family:verdana;">Sei que foi porque tiveste ali todo o dia e relembramos velhas feridas e velhos momentos... apesar de tudo foste o primeiro e isso ninguém te tira...</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4644935288912933396-7253379700184086024?l=estadospirito.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Martanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4644935288912933396.post-13175798506184741962009-06-07T15:58:00.002+01:002009-06-07T16:02:14.007+01:00<div style="text-align: center;">Esta semaninha que está quase a começar está-se de <span style="font-weight: bold;">férias</span>.<br />Parte pior: <span style="font-weight: bold;">para estudar!</span><br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EoeWhWNwiwY/SivWQ5QgGoI/AAAAAAAAAoI/pF-jMW3CmZY/s1600-h/974184.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EoeWhWNwiwY/SivWQ5QgGoI/AAAAAAAAAoI/pF-jMW3CmZY/s400/974184.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344600968541510274" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:78%;">(estou que nem posso... falta de exercicio é o que dá... <span style="font-weight: bold;">vou ali esticar-me que me sinto com 100 anos</span>)</span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4644935288912933396-1317579850618474196?l=estadospirito.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Martanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4644935288912933396.post-87385503665453806832009-06-06T11:35:00.004+01:002009-06-06T11:41:44.375+01:00<div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;">As coisas más trazem coisas boas:<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Ganhei coragem para o ginásio!</span><br />Inscrevi-me no Holmes Place durante os próximos 2 anos...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EoeWhWNwiwY/SipHowRITzI/AAAAAAAAAoA/iJ82liZx1bI/s1600-h/2188075.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EoeWhWNwiwY/SipHowRITzI/AAAAAAAAAoA/iJ82liZx1bI/s400/2188075.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344162673305603890" border="0" /></a><br />Assim além de estar mais tempo fora de casa, liberto o stress que me anda a deixar maluca e luto finalmente por perder aquele excesso de gordura que me atormenta já há algum tempo!<br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4644935288912933396-8738550366545380683?l=estadospirito.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Martanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4644935288912933396.post-18334513560550281402009-06-06T06:34:00.000+01:002009-06-06T06:38:23.304+01:00Sériamente a pensar em pedir a demissão, mudar de carreira.....<br />Não tenho competencias , apesar de ter as capacidades ....<br />Isto não vai correr bem, com muita mas muita pena minha....<br />Mas acho que so faço merda... com as coisas mais importantes....<br />Vou ter uma avaliação de merda, mas não é isso que me incomoda o que me incomoda é o facto de so fazer merda, de compromenter outras pessoas da equipa...<br /><br />Acho que sim é a melhor opção :~~~~(<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4644935288912933396-1833451356055028140?l=estadospirito.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12307118242360716483noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4644935288912933396.post-88595402239800945412009-06-06T05:59:00.002+01:002009-06-06T06:02:47.707+01:00São seis da manha 10 e meia na india.<br />E so tou a foder o meu projecto<br />Não tenho perfil para isto, nem para nada,<br />sou demasiado impulsiva e so tou a estragar tudo.<br />Não sei como melhorar a situação<br />Tou desiludida cmg propria.<br />è uma falha demasiado grande.... e não sei<br />Não tenho cara para mostrar.... Não sei como dar a volta á situação.....<br />FDX<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4644935288912933396-8859540223980094541?l=estadospirito.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12307118242360716483noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4644935288912933396.post-46937005898100006382009-06-03T22:20:00.003+01:002009-06-03T22:24:31.407+01:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EoeWhWNwiwY/SibpkhGOKdI/AAAAAAAAAn4/-8HCNht22O4/s1600-h/1593217.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EoeWhWNwiwY/SibpkhGOKdI/AAAAAAAAAn4/-8HCNht22O4/s400/1593217.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343214821490698706" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Peço desculpa mas não consigo continuar a escrever posts sobre o mesmo tema!<br /><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;">Os últimos dias têm sido um verdadeiro Inferno...<br />como há alguns anos não o era...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Quando isto passar ou quando conseguir escrever sobre outra coisa: <span style="font-weight: bold;">eu volto!</span> :)</span><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4644935288912933396-4693700589810000638?l=estadospirito.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Martanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4644935288912933396.post-58902343968395214512009-06-01T11:22:00.003+01:002009-06-03T22:25:23.729+01:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><b><span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;" ><span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-size:130%;">"Eu acho que as pessoas deviam ter tipo 5 dias por ano para acordarem e dizerem: hoje não me apetece estar aqui!" by me.</span></span></span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EoeWhWNwiwY/Sibo9Yy5K5I/AAAAAAAAAnw/n5HcvJZKRVE/s1600-h/666307.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EoeWhWNwiwY/Sibo9Yy5K5I/AAAAAAAAAnw/n5HcvJZKRVE/s400/666307.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343214149247249298" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;" ><span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-size:78%;">(é que hoje não apetece mesmo estar aqui... queria era estar sozinha numa esplanada a ler sossegada)</span></span></span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4644935288912933396-5890234396839521451?l=estadospirito.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Martanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4644935288912933396.post-64556321875576812492009-05-28T22:41:00.004+01:002009-05-28T22:44:49.888+01:00<div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">PARABÉNS</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">ELLE!!!</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EoeWhWNwiwY/Sh8FeJF-tvI/AAAAAAAAAno/9o6iwXVaHNk/s1600-h/1101994.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EoeWhWNwiwY/Sh8FeJF-tvI/AAAAAAAAAno/9o6iwXVaHNk/s400/1101994.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340993698479912690" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"><br />Que estes 26 anos façam de ti uma pessoa ainda mais fantástica!!!</span><br /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4644935288912933396-6455632187557681249?l=estadospirito.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Martanoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4644935288912933396.post-69876104248718504672009-05-27T22:51:00.002+01:002009-05-27T22:55:35.049+01:00<a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EoeWhWNwiwY/Sh22lIdnXdI/AAAAAAAAAng/-8_hlG6_8Zg/s1600-h/2781135.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EoeWhWNwiwY/Sh22lIdnXdI/AAAAAAAAAng/-8_hlG6_8Zg/s400/2781135.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340625482174389714" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Para completar esta "fantástica" semana...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Tenho apresentação (daquele trabalho do qual eu fiz zero, nadinha, rien....) <span style="font-weight: bold;">amanhã</span>!!! Apresentação nem é a palavra certa... é mais discussão oral o que quer dizer que:</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Vou ser FUZILADA por aquela senhora (a prof) que me "adora"!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Quanto tempo aguento eu lá dentro, sem a mandar a ela à merda!? (isso é que era bem bonito... chumbava mas chumbava com classe!)<br /><br />Acho que estou a ficar louca!<br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4644935288912933396-6987610424871850467?l=estadospirito.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Martanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4644935288912933396.post-56239670016847728112009-05-26T22:21:00.003+01:002009-05-26T22:26:31.013+01:00<div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" >Quando tempo vou eu aguentar???</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EoeWhWNwiwY/ShxeM9KKsYI/AAAAAAAAAnY/Se2E1DeIpNw/s1600-h/1708853.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 283px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EoeWhWNwiwY/ShxeM9KKsYI/AAAAAAAAAnY/Se2E1DeIpNw/s400/1708853.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340246834823213442" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">sem mandar tudo a merda... e fugir??</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">pede-se desculpa aos (quase nulos) leitores do blog... mas isto não anda nada fácil por estes lados!</span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4644935288912933396-5623967001684772811?l=estadospirito.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Martanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4644935288912933396.post-35034500816243521662009-05-25T22:44:00.003+01:002009-05-25T22:49:55.634+01:00<span style="font-family: verdana;">... a uma história que eu não escolhi, a uma vida que eu não optei!!!</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;">...a neura continua...<br /></div><div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EoeWhWNwiwY/ShsR-MbCbuI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/o9p4QnyDz2I/s1600-h/1534552.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 293px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EoeWhWNwiwY/ShsR-MbCbuI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/o9p4QnyDz2I/s400/1534552.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339881543362047714" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" >NÃO SOU FELIZ ASSIM!!</span><br /></div><span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:78%;" ><br />Estou tão farta desta vidinha de merda!<br />Só me apetece mandar tudo para o espaço e fugir... sem olhar para trás uma única vez!</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4644935288912933396-3503450081624352166?l=estadospirito.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Martanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4644935288912933396.post-16079109312895193342009-05-24T14:15:00.003+01:002009-05-24T14:19:23.515+01:00<a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EoeWhWNwiwY/ShlJIIpKBNI/AAAAAAAAAnI/RP7OYra_f-8/s1600-h/960723.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EoeWhWNwiwY/ShlJIIpKBNI/AAAAAAAAAnI/RP7OYra_f-8/s400/960723.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339379237332321490" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >Esta casa tem o dom de me deixar com a neura....</span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4644935288912933396-1607910931289519334?l=estadospirito.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Martanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4644935288912933396.post-13056090784365266442009-05-22T21:17:00.002+01:002009-05-22T21:20:38.609+01:00<div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" >FIM<br />DE<br />SEMANAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EoeWhWNwiwY/ShcI5lRRyTI/AAAAAAAAAnA/ndd7TcBJtTg/s1600-h/1345662.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EoeWhWNwiwY/ShcI5lRRyTI/AAAAAAAAAnA/ndd7TcBJtTg/s400/1345662.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338745668621158706" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">e confirma-se: eu acho-te um piadão!!!</span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4644935288912933396-1305609078436526644?l=estadospirito.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Martanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4644935288912933396.post-35155624915080251342009-05-20T22:42:00.003+01:002009-05-20T22:47:15.247+01:00<a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EoeWhWNwiwY/ShR6VXaKyrI/AAAAAAAAAm4/X-Z2OGb_iNU/s1600-h/1264338.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 325px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EoeWhWNwiwY/ShR6VXaKyrI/AAAAAAAAAm4/X-Z2OGb_iNU/s400/1264338.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338025965820496562" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;">...de me sentir completamente abandonada... no meio da multidão!<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4644935288912933396-3515562491508025134?l=estadospirito.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Martanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4644935288912933396.post-70081921484305490722009-05-18T21:01:00.003+01:002009-05-18T21:05:57.040+01:00<div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Casa</span> - TERRIVEL...<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Worky </span>- Esquisito<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Amigos</span> - Melhor que nunca<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Eu</span> - ainda não me decidi...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EoeWhWNwiwY/ShG_UndObrI/AAAAAAAAAmw/j3RckZmidA8/s1600-h/2375471.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EoeWhWNwiwY/ShG_UndObrI/AAAAAAAAAmw/j3RckZmidA8/s400/2375471.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337257394320600754" border="0" /></a>...mas não sou feliz assim!<br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4644935288912933396-7008192148430549072?l=estadospirito.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Martanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4644935288912933396.post-78134918497560929702009-05-16T19:19:00.005+01:002009-05-16T19:33:40.621+01:00<div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;">Foi muito bom!! Sol, praia, piscina, amigos, novos amigos, copos, musica... em resumo foi MUITO BOM MESMO!!! Pró ano há mais! =D<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EoeWhWNwiwY/Sg8GUMkpFpI/AAAAAAAAAmo/m4uxyiJPigU/s1600-h/SANY0230.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EoeWhWNwiwY/Sg8GUMkpFpI/AAAAAAAAAmo/m4uxyiJPigU/s400/SANY0230.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336491027499390610" border="0" /></a>Praia do nosso hotel<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EoeWhWNwiwY/Sg8FQiEuB8I/AAAAAAAAAmg/z51NF3Iywp4/s1600-h/IMGP4117.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EoeWhWNwiwY/Sg8FQiEuB8I/AAAAAAAAAmg/z51NF3Iywp4/s400/IMGP4117.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336489865039972290" border="0" /></a>As Meninas!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EoeWhWNwiwY/Sg8Eom7W44I/AAAAAAAAAmY/SF3S0Arh7Sc/s1600-h/IMGP4368.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EoeWhWNwiwY/Sg8Eom7W44I/AAAAAAAAAmY/SF3S0Arh7Sc/s400/IMGP4368.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336489179148116866" border="0" /></a>My Best Friend!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EoeWhWNwiwY/Sg8EUVAj_nI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/G5WSGRpV4Cw/s1600-h/IMGP4394.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EoeWhWNwiwY/Sg8EUVAj_nI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/G5WSGRpV4Cw/s400/IMGP4394.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336488830740725362" border="0" /></a>Palavras para quê... foi fantastico!<br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4644935288912933396-7813491849756092970?l=estadospirito.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Martanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4644935288912933396.post-39919526266310496802009-05-14T22:26:00.002+01:002009-05-14T22:30:51.584+01:00<div style="text-align: center;">Voltei de lá....<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EoeWhWNwiwY/SgyNYAnV5QI/AAAAAAAAAmI/Ws3Og9I7v18/s1600-h/IMGP4413.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EoeWhWNwiwY/SgyNYAnV5QI/AAAAAAAAAmI/Ws3Og9I7v18/s400/IMGP4413.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335795102148584706" border="0" /></a>Próximo com post com mais detalhes...<br />Preciso de recuperar energias de conseguir ler os mais de 80 emails que ainda pairam pela minha caixa de emails e conseguir escrever mais de três frases seguidas com sentido ;)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4644935288912933396-3991952626631049680?l=estadospirito.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Martanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4644935288912933396.post-32560044483022285522009-05-03T19:33:00.002+01:002009-05-03T19:46:11.931+01:00<div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-size:180%;">Punta Cana é TODA NOSSA!!!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EoeWhWNwiwY/Sf3mStvbJvI/AAAAAAAAAmA/KlbMm53JBoU/s1600-h/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 226px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EoeWhWNwiwY/Sf3mStvbJvI/AAAAAAAAAmA/KlbMm53JBoU/s400/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331670743067076338" border="0" /></a><br />Voltamos dia 11!<br /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4644935288912933396-3256004448302228552?l=estadospirito.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Martanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4644935288912933396.post-65993846871687458052009-05-03T19:30:00.001+01:002009-05-03T19:33:19.594+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EoeWhWNwiwY/Sf3i31hLlvI/AAAAAAAAAl4/rhqne93YC0g/s1600-h/IMGP3729.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EoeWhWNwiwY/Sf3i31hLlvI/AAAAAAAAAl4/rhqne93YC0g/s400/IMGP3729.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331666982763468530" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:180%;">Fomos lá e gostámos muito!<br /></span></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:78%;">Mas Bacardi Limon dá ressaca... e daquelas assim esquisitas!</span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Queima de Coimbra:</span><br />para o ano há mais!<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4644935288912933396-6599384687168745805?l=estadospirito.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Martanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4644935288912933396.post-30410291797270073552009-05-03T17:58:00.000+01:002009-05-03T17:59:32.221+01:00<div style="text-align: center;">Facil mandas uma mensagem a dizer isso :)<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4644935288912933396-3041029179727007355?l=estadospirito.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12307118242360716483noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4644935288912933396.post-71259416429212631532009-05-03T15:46:00.004+01:002009-05-03T15:52:37.925+01:00Como é que dizes a um gajo impecável, para ele ter cuidado com ele que não lhe queres lixar a cabeça....<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uJzXx52Dnhw/Sf2u_0ni2CI/AAAAAAAABBs/nNhLq8M0VrE/s1600-h/Chasing_pavements_by_iNeedChemicalX.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uJzXx52Dnhw/Sf2u_0ni2CI/AAAAAAAABBs/nNhLq8M0VrE/s320/Chasing_pavements_by_iNeedChemicalX.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331609945356032034" border="0" /></a>Epah é cinco estrelas mas eu acho que estou a fazer-lhe merda, ou que fiz =/<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4644935288912933396-7125941642921263153?l=estadospirito.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12307118242360716483noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4644935288912933396.post-14171778562202331292009-05-01T18:57:00.004+01:002009-05-01T19:06:45.591+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EoeWhWNwiwY/Sfs6Cn_Pl8I/AAAAAAAAAlw/JpRedHrpFbY/s1600-h/2064742.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EoeWhWNwiwY/Sfs6Cn_Pl8I/AAAAAAAAAlw/JpRedHrpFbY/s400/2064742.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330918400691509186" border="0" /></a><br />Vamos lá mudar o astral dos meus últimos posts, olha que porra:<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">TOU DE FÉRIAS!!!</span></span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Dormir até às 13h faz sempre bem à alma... ;)<br /></div><br />Amanhã talvez Queima de Coimbra :)<br /><div style="text-align: right;">Prevê-se estágio FORTÍSSIMO para a viagem que se aproxima!<br /></div><br />E prevê-se uma viagem de outro mundo... depois de muitas voltas: domingo à noite embarcamos na aventura...<br /><br />Vou ali ver se aproveito para descansar... que nos próximos dias vai ser MUITO BOM!!!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4644935288912933396-1417177856220233129?l=estadospirito.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Martanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4644935288912933396.post-45566804908934896622009-05-01T03:06:00.002+01:002009-05-01T03:12:51.350+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uJzXx52Dnhw/SfpZR-nQCUI/AAAAAAAABBk/iSgmM2k7oKw/s1600-h/581171.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 393px; height: 263px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uJzXx52Dnhw/SfpZR-nQCUI/AAAAAAAABBk/iSgmM2k7oKw/s320/581171.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330671274346678594" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Ok o gajo é giro e tem conversa, mas quando não vês uma pessoa há imenso tempo e na segunda conversa volta a falar de queca é porque tá com falta de alguma coisa e como ele diz as mulheres dominam o mundo e queca arranja-se sempre, portanto dispenso.<br />Nível! amigo Classe! Em tempo pareceu-me que era algo que conseguias ter mas agora já nem te esforças. Portanto Já Foste.....<br /><br /><br />Em compensação o amigo que gosta de peixes até salta da cadeira para dizer olá, aiiii =$ bom é puto mas que se f#d$ faz-me esboçar um grande sorriso.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4644935288912933396-4556680490893489662?l=estadospirito.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12307118242360716483noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4644935288912933396.post-9820628255670285112009-04-30T22:33:00.002+01:002009-04-30T22:37:12.404+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EoeWhWNwiwY/SfoZ7xGtNOI/AAAAAAAAAlo/iEB_HgIGnEE/s1600-h/920445.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EoeWhWNwiwY/SfoZ7xGtNOI/AAAAAAAAAlo/iEB_HgIGnEE/s400/920445.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330601623530845410" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">em poucas palavras:<br />tou de rastos...<br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">preciso mesmo de sair daqui!</span><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4644935288912933396-982062825567028511?l=estadospirito.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Martanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4644935288912933396.post-492957334600244332009-04-30T13:26:00.004+01:002009-04-30T13:38:36.571+01:00<div align="center"><strong>Destino:</strong> Punta Cana</div><div align="center"><strong>Partida:</strong> 22h domingo dia 3 de Maio</div><div align="center"><strong>Chegada:</strong> Segunda dia 11 de Maio</div><div align="center"><strong>Pessoas:</strong> 6</div><div align="center"><strong>Temperatura:</strong> >30º</div><div align="center">Vai ser: BRUTAL!!!!<br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EoeWhWNwiwY/SfmbWQndvrI/AAAAAAAAAlg/zpCH6RQTwNQ/s1600-h/503x335_tcm_49-18610_tcm55-41248.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330462440689614514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EoeWhWNwiwY/SfmbWQndvrI/AAAAAAAAAlg/zpCH6RQTwNQ/s400/503x335_tcm_49-18610_tcm55-41248.jpg" border="0" /></a><strong>Hotel Riu Naiboa</strong> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">Nota: se alguem inventa de meter gripe suina em punta cana... eu nem sei o que lhe faço!</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4644935288912933396-49295733460024433?l=estadospirito.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Martanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4644935288912933396.post-27341849572312652172009-04-30T00:17:00.001+01:002009-04-30T00:19:38.111+01:00<div style="text-align: left; font-family: courier new;">Analisando o panorama geral e somando-lhe o simpático mail de hoje.<br /><div style="text-align: center;">Dryad daqui a 2 mêses no Norte e Elle no Centro.<br />Vai uma aposta?<br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4644935288912933396-2734184957231265217?l=estadospirito.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12307118242360716483noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4644935288912933396.post-21477960410234123842009-04-30T00:13:00.003+01:002009-04-30T00:21:50.732+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uJzXx52Dnhw/SfjfTAucnAI/AAAAAAAABBc/f2m8WTKugmQ/s1600-h/pg3punta_cana01.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 192px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uJzXx52Dnhw/SfjfTAucnAI/AAAAAAAABBc/f2m8WTKugmQ/s320/pg3punta_cana01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330255676698303490" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Em 4 Dias e estaremos em Punta Cana<br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Este agoiro é um espetaculo:<br />Diferença horaria 4 horas (bitaite sem saber ao certo onde fica Punta Cana</span>)<br />bitaite confirmado =P</span><br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4644935288912933396-2147796041023412384?l=estadospirito.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12307118242360716483noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4644935288912933396.post-48440137230123624112009-04-29T21:29:00.009+01:002009-04-30T00:21:31.751+01:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uJzXx52Dnhw/Sfi4-CJFKII/AAAAAAAABBU/CwoIw7oNCOo/s1600-h/Scream_by_sarafina11.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 489px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uJzXx52Dnhw/Sfi4-CJFKII/AAAAAAAABBU/CwoIw7oNCOo/s320/Scream_by_sarafina11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330213534859339906" border="0" /></a>Tou possessa, cansada, stressada e no auge da TPM.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />Curiosamente hoje no jornal li algo muito interessante alguém disse qualquer coisa deste genero:<br />"Passo maior parte da vida a preocupar-me com coisas que em 90% dos casos nao chegam a acontecer"<br /><br />Farta das preocupações alheias, farta da falta de capacidade de responsabilização dos outros pelos próprios actos, farta da mentalidade de que a criação de stress e panico é a forma mais segura de obter melhores resultados.<br /><br />E Farta de Pussys que Cancelam Voos porque tem medo de algo que não ia acontecer.<br /><br />Só quero que o dia de amanha acabe estou farta e cansada desta semana,<br /> ODEIO GENTE!<br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4644935288912933396-4844013723012362411?l=estadospirito.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12307118242360716483noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4644935288912933396.post-83673684802048659232009-04-28T10:41:00.003+01:002009-04-28T10:42:37.449+01:00<div align="center">Para a Riviera ou para um destino alternativo... O <strong>Facto</strong> é que faltam <strong>2 dias</strong> para as <strong>férias</strong>!</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Se mais alguem me fala na gripe suina... acho que vou ali buscar o taco...</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4644935288912933396-8367368480204865923?l=estadospirito.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Martanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4644935288912933396.post-52941832505618039692009-04-26T21:43:00.002+01:002009-04-26T21:46:50.407+01:00<div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EoeWhWNwiwY/SfTIHocB1-I/AAAAAAAAAlY/pZWskcRTiN0/s1600-h/1576154.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EoeWhWNwiwY/SfTIHocB1-I/AAAAAAAAAlY/pZWskcRTiN0/s400/1576154.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329104292525758434" border="0" /></a>O Domingo é a noite dos ex com saudades e vontade de tomar um café...<br />Mas que mal fiz eu!?!?!<br /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4644935288912933396-5294183250561803969?l=estadospirito.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Martanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4644935288912933396.post-85486435064174035272009-04-26T16:22:00.001+01:002009-04-26T16:23:40.903+01:00<div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;">TPM + Mutter a tentar reaproveitar roupa que ja nao me serve desde o secundario!!! =<br /><br />Mulher á beira de um ataque de nervos...<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4644935288912933396-8548643506417403527?l=estadospirito.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12307118242360716483noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4644935288912933396.post-84871815540834468502009-04-26T03:37:00.003+01:002009-04-26T04:11:36.369+01:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">"A cidade está deserta,</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">E alguém escreveu o teu nome em toda a parte:</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Nas casas, nos carros, nas pontes, nas ruas.<br /></span> <span style="font-style: italic;">Em todo o lado essa palavra</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"> Repetida ao expoente da loucura!</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><br />Ora amarga! Ora doce!</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> Pra nos lembrar que o amor é uma doença,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Quando nele julgamos ver a nossa cura!"<br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uJzXx52Dnhw/SfPJxaGb_XI/AAAAAAAABBM/_Q5MXs8ADcc/s1600-h/bitter_sweet_by_SensInterzis.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uJzXx52Dnhw/SfPJxaGb_XI/AAAAAAAABBM/_Q5MXs8ADcc/s320/bitter_sweet_by_SensInterzis.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328824634766523762" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4644935288912933396-8487181554083446850?l=estadospirito.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12307118242360716483noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4644935288912933396.post-81891485313277972942009-04-26T02:33:00.007+01:002009-04-26T16:38:31.787+01:00Mas não andam aos pares... ahahah<br /><br />Ora bem:<br /><br />Um é Aquario, professor de fotografia a fazer por terminar o curso de cinema, tem a minha idade uns olhos verdes e cabelo comprido, Ui!!!, já se fartou de viajar e como está ligado ao mundo das artes seria bom para aprofundar ainda mais o meu conceito de intimidade.<br /><br />Outro é Virgem, operador de câmara e tanto ao consegui quanto consegui constatar tem uma sensibilidade um á vontade e uma boa disposição fora de série e muito bom gosto, tem 21 anos e um sorriso que ilumina qualquer espaço.<br /><br />O último, e sim é realmente o ultimo em vários sentido, é Leão o que é bom, é bom todos os dias do género que podia aparecer em varias revistas ser menino de programas e afins..... acho que tem 1 ou 2 anos a menos que eu.... mas não sei há algo que nele que falta acho que é uma chama de ser ainda melhor noutros sentidos ou de chegar mais longe.... não sei.<br /><br />Só sei uma coisa a minha terrinha anda muitooooo interessante, sendo três se aquele que quero ver não aparece surge outro de quem já não me lembrava há algum tempo....<br />Mas admito fico indecisa!<br /><br />De qualquer maneira o anuncio para os classificados é o seguinte:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uJzXx52Dnhw/SfO9OUfZU9I/AAAAAAAABBE/4MN9ZUFaN2c/s1600-h/The_Inbetween_is_Ours_by_cardinal91.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uJzXx52Dnhw/SfO9OUfZU9I/AAAAAAAABBE/4MN9ZUFaN2c/s320/The_Inbetween_is_Ours_by_cardinal91.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328810837825639378" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Procura-se:<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Jovem inteligente, objectivo e divertido e que saiba o que quer da vida.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Para tratar bem moça jeitosa, meiga, divertida e com vontade de aproveitar a vida.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Durante um tempo mínimo de um ano e meio, após o qual serão revistos os termos do contracto sem qualquer tipo de coima por termino do mesmo....</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4644935288912933396-8189148531327797294?l=estadospirito.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12307118242360716483noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4644935288912933396.post-70182495303007358262009-04-25T19:00:00.002+01:002009-04-25T19:23:01.029+01:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EoeWhWNwiwY/SfNU6mZjd8I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/tz9IUts-KBU/s1600-h/1312172_12008860299282.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EoeWhWNwiwY/SfNU6mZjd8I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/tz9IUts-KBU/s400/1312172_12008860299282.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328696149826303938" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">I got my bags packed baby and I'm ready to go!!!</span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4644935288912933396-7018249530300735826?l=estadospirito.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Martanoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4644935288912933396.post-56246568349174355932009-04-23T22:32:00.002+01:002009-04-23T22:37:06.341+01:00<div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;">Fartinha desta vidinha de merda...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EoeWhWNwiwY/SfDfaLgmG9I/AAAAAAAAAlI/iyp81pLj91o/s1600-h/1009453.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EoeWhWNwiwY/SfDfaLgmG9I/AAAAAAAAAlI/iyp81pLj91o/s400/1009453.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328004000038394834" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">All I want is to run away...</span></span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4644935288912933396-5624656834917435593?l=estadospirito.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Martanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4644935288912933396.post-61998652251940896632009-04-21T22:37:00.003+01:002009-04-21T22:55:01.478+01:00<a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EoeWhWNwiwY/Se4-BuUG86I/AAAAAAAAAlA/16iD81faRQQ/s1600-h/435777.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EoeWhWNwiwY/Se4-BuUG86I/AAAAAAAAAlA/16iD81faRQQ/s400/435777.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327263608559039394" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: verdana;">Preciso de amor...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Preciso de sentir alguém sente a minha falta, que alguém precisa de mim...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Sinto-me vazia... sem nada para preencher a minha vida...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Preciso de alguém que me encha as medidas, que me faça sorrir quando acordo e que me faça ir deitar com um sorriso parvo na cara! Preciso da expectativa de saber que vou tar com alguém...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Preciso de amor... como há muito não precisava...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Estou carente!</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4644935288912933396-6199865225194089663?l=estadospirito.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Martanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4644935288912933396.post-37063791835313471552009-04-21T20:56:00.003+01:002009-04-21T21:36:25.083+01:00É a loucura...<br />Novas regras com direito a mail do nosso big boss e tudo... olé olé... tá tudo lixado...<br />México vem a nós bem depressa!!!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4644935288912933396-3706379183531347155?l=estadospirito.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Martanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4644935288912933396.post-84180020667641546062009-04-20T10:52:00.002+01:002009-04-20T22:57:36.678+01:00<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;">Já é para a semana... Nem consigo acreditar!!!!!</span></strong></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span> </div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EoeWhWNwiwY/SezvI4CU9oI/AAAAAAAAAk4/CsE1YYHPZaY/s1600-h/Riviera20Maya20beach20copy1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 388px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EoeWhWNwiwY/SezvI4CU9oI/AAAAAAAAAk4/CsE1YYHPZaY/s400/Riviera20Maya20beach20copy1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326895395032594050" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Agora, vou voltar ao trabalho que as férias são só daqui a 10 dias...</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4644935288912933396-8418002066764154606?l=estadospirito.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Martanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4644935288912933396.post-41609261958867697332009-04-20T10:45:00.005+01:002009-04-20T22:53:31.110+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EoeWhWNwiwY/SezuY2lormI/AAAAAAAAAkw/pG4D-Foq3HA/s1600-h/440933.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EoeWhWNwiwY/SezuY2lormI/AAAAAAAAAkw/pG4D-Foq3HA/s400/440933.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326894570010095202" border="0" /></a><br />E quem é que ontem se lembrou de mim!?!?<br /><br />Começou com inveja saudável da viagem ao México e acabamos por conversar um bom bocado.<br />Até que se sai com:<br />"Gostei de falar contigo,<br />queres ir tomar um café esta semana?"<br /><br />E por mais estúpido que possa parecer acho que vou.<br /><br />Estou curiosa para ver as diferenças, acho que não tomo café com ele há mais de 3 anos...<br /><br /><div align="right"><span style="font-size:78%;"><strong>Nota:</strong> Quem é ele!?!? O First...</span> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4644935288912933396-4160926195886769733?l=estadospirito.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Martanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4644935288912933396.post-2780827394383201892009-04-19T19:23:00.003+01:002009-04-19T19:31:18.725+01:00<div style="text-align: center;">Acho que estou a encontrar mais uma coisa que gosto.<br />Eu já sabia que gostava de fazer bolos e ficava deliciada quando o pessoal gostava.<br />Mas agora que estou a fazer pelo menos uma refeição durante a semana, sinto que gosto (e a minha mãe que não ouça, senão começa a abusar). Mesmo daquelas partes que antes me faziam confusao, por exemplo cortar cebola... Fartei-me de chorar... Mas senti-me bem!<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EoeWhWNwiwY/SetttZ2SAEI/AAAAAAAAAko/aAZK7ksL2rI/s1600-h/DSC00061.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EoeWhWNwiwY/SetttZ2SAEI/AAAAAAAAAko/aAZK7ksL2rI/s400/DSC00061.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326471611095842882" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Foto:</span> Jantar de sábado passado, quiche de delicias do mar.</span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4644935288912933396-278082739438320189?l=estadospirito.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Martanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4644935288912933396.post-30876147496555874432009-04-18T20:17:00.004+01:002009-04-18T20:29:37.412+01:00<div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;">Simplesmente ARREPIANTE!<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EoeWhWNwiwY/Seop0i9mzuI/AAAAAAAAAkg/53JhD41qwfE/s1600-h/1714543.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EoeWhWNwiwY/Seop0i9mzuI/AAAAAAAAAkg/53JhD41qwfE/s400/1714543.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326115492034170594" border="0" /></a><br />Something always brings me back to you.<br />It never takes too long.<br />No matter what I say or do<br />I'll still feel you here<br />'til the moment I'm gone.<br /><br />You hold me without touch.<br />You keep me without chains.<br />I never wanted anything so much<br />than to drown in your love<br />and not feel your rain.<br /><br />[CHORUS:]<br />Set me free, leave me be.<br />I don't want to fall another moment into your gravity.<br />Here I am and I stand so tall,<br />just the way I'm supposed to be.<br />But you're on to me<br />and all over me.<br /><br />You loved me 'cause I'm fragile.<br />When I thought that I was strong.<br />But you touch me for a little while<br />and all my fragile strength is gone.<br /><br />[CHORUS]<br /><br />I live here on my knees as<br />I try to make you see that<br />you're everything I think I need here on the ground.<br />But you're neither friend nor foe though<br />I can't seem to let you go.<br />The one thing that I still know is that you're keeping me down<br />keeping me down<br /><br />You're on to me, on to me, and all over...<br />Something always brings me back to you<br />It never takes too long...<br /><br /><a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C3mKQT08_rk">Gravity by Sara Bareilles</a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4644935288912933396-3087614749655587443?l=estadospirito.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Martanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4644935288912933396.post-1377969497103259402009-04-18T18:03:00.001+01:002009-04-18T18:07:30.111+01:00<div style="text-align: center;">Frustra!!<br />[foto to be added later, que ta dificil!!!]<br />Não sei o que vestir!!!<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4644935288912933396-137796949710325940?l=estadospirito.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12307118242360716483noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4644935288912933396.post-70744770964348771342009-04-18T04:30:00.015+01:002009-04-18T05:29:23.341+01:00<span style="font-style: italic;">MSN non-conversation communication:</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Um </span><a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LYhrYHmUPn0">video do youtube</a><span style="font-style: italic;"> no nick, para quem será... </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >(sarcasmo)</span><span style="font-style: italic;">,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Oh que estranho I'm Yours, ai ai... das-me graça. </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >(novamente sarcasmo)</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Mas é uma versão ao vivo, tá nice.</span><span style="font-style: italic;"><br />Minuto 5:14 ..... epahhhh vai te foder....</span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >(até podia ser algo muito querido mas não é o caso, refiro-me ao video, eheheh não vamos confundir contextos)</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><br /></span><div style="text-align: right;"><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uJzXx52Dnhw/SelNihXVY-I/AAAAAAAABA8/Puy9pd0FFDo/s1600-h/daily_64.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 307px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uJzXx52Dnhw/SelNihXVY-I/AAAAAAAABA8/Puy9pd0FFDo/s320/daily_64.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325873289809454050" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">MSN non-conversation lagged reaction </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >(nick)</span><span style="font-style: italic;">:</span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"><span>My name is not <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mk65z5rX6Fc">Geraldine</a>, Capiche!</span><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Translation:</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">"</span><span style="font-style: italic;"> Will, I will turn your tide</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">(...)</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I'll be the angel on your shoulder</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><span>My name is Geraldine,</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></span><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">I'm your social worker</span></span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I see you need me</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I know you do "</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >P.S. Só não meti o link para o <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mURqRlw0vBk">video da micaela</a> porque o video é ridiculo, hum... mas tu tambem =S</span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4644935288912933396-7074477096434877134?l=estadospirito.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12307118242360716483noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4644935288912933396.post-69557443100197169062009-04-18T03:06:00.010+01:002009-04-18T05:33:57.886+01:00<span style="font-style: italic;">Elle: "Mas tu tens uma irmã, não sabia"<br />Bright Smile:"Yah. A minha irmã é bué parecida contigo em algumas coisas"<br />Elle: "LOL, isso é normal há muita gente que diz que eu lhes faço lembrar alguém."<br />Bright Smile:"Sabes que isso também é o pessoal no coro"<br />Elle: "Até gajas?!?"</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">....<br /><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;">Rewind:</span><span style="font-style: italic;"> "Sabes que isso também é o pessoal no coro"<br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uJzXx52Dnhw/Sek8veWRLJI/AAAAAAAABA0/DSfEE-CST7E/s1600-h/sunny_by_firemisha.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uJzXx52Dnhw/Sek8veWRLJI/AAAAAAAABA0/DSfEE-CST7E/s320/sunny_by_firemisha.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325854820640304274" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">Rewind to another conversation:<br />Topic: O à vontade que as pessoas têm ao serem filmadas.<br /><br />Bright Smile: "...Sim mas com as senhoras mostras o monitor, e tipo, essas covinhas ficam bem na camera e um sorriso assim tambem" (<span style="font-size:85%;">O contexto não era eu, mas eram os meus traços que ele estava a utilizar.)</span><br /><br />Juntando isto a uma noite inteira de boa conversa , juntamente ao comentário do baby: "Realmente já algum tempo que reparei que quando chegava com vcs as duas ele saltava do lugar onde estava para nos vir falar."<br /><br />Confirma-se há interesse. Nice.<br /><br />Previsão do agoiro:<br /><br />O agoiro prefere não fazer previsões...... interessante e divertido de certeza será....<br />Mas...... a ver vamos<br /><br />A verdade é que estou muito feliz, aquele sorriso ilumina.<br />E parece existir um padrão com os homens do signo de terra, é facto estão no meu caminho, e eu sei porquê...</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4644935288912933396-6955744310019716906?l=estadospirito.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12307118242360716483noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4644935288912933396.post-22189398196468463222009-04-17T09:46:00.002+01:002009-04-17T14:28:27.874+01:00<div>Não sei se é de ter acordado mal disposta...</div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: right"><span style="font-size:78%;">...ou de ter sonhado com ele.</span><br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: right"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></div><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EoeWhWNwiwY/SeiDv9qTieI/AAAAAAAAAkY/g0S8kvItans/s1600-h/2683218.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325651419394705890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EoeWhWNwiwY/SeiDv9qTieI/AAAAAAAAAkY/g0S8kvItans/s400/2683218.jpg" border="0" /></a> <div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><strong>Mas hoje apetece-me ir-lhe à tromba!</strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4644935288912933396-2218939819646846322?l=estadospirito.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Martanoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4644935288912933396.post-43339034949209587452009-04-16T21:12:00.002+01:002009-04-16T21:17:33.715+01:00<a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EoeWhWNwiwY/SeeRcj2GSeI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/PZ5q8GJ-8j4/s1600-h/nora_roberts.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 306px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EoeWhWNwiwY/SeeRcj2GSeI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/PZ5q8GJ-8j4/s400/nora_roberts.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325385004233411042" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" >Um livro recomendado por moi :) que conheço MUITOOOOOOOOO da obra desta senhora.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" >Tem amor, tem acção, tem amigos, tem gente má, tem gente boa... típico dos livros dela, mas eu não consigo enjoar!</span><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Adoro, adoro, adoro!!!</span><br /></div><span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" >E leio como se não houvesse amanhã...</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"><a href="http://www.bertrand.pt/catalogo/detalhes_produto.php?id=183636">Info sobre o livro</a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4644935288912933396-4333903494920958745?l=estadospirito.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Martanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4644935288912933396.post-13952709928066284862009-04-16T12:19:00.003+01:002009-04-16T21:18:11.604+01:00<div align="center">Será de mim ou esta semana de 4 dias parece que já vai no 10º dia...<br /></div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EoeWhWNwiwY/Secl7rvRAKI/AAAAAAAAAj4/gNBdd8gnaeE/s1600-h/2530938.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325266791672381602" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 214px; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EoeWhWNwiwY/Secl7rvRAKI/AAAAAAAAAj4/gNBdd8gnaeE/s320/2530938.jpg" border="0" /> </a><p align="center">...cheira-me a efeito TPM... <strong>e não me apetece estar aqui</strong>!!!</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4644935288912933396-1395270992806628486?l=estadospirito.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Martanoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4644935288912933396.post-24111533327202712202009-04-16T10:39:00.002+01:002009-04-16T13:39:47.335+01:00<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;">Quando nos sentimos feias qual é a melhor cura do mundo?!?!</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></strong> </div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EoeWhWNwiwY/Secmy5Oi63I/AAAAAAAAAkI/L3w7j_N3lUY/s1600-h/2453003.jpg"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325267740186045298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 253px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EoeWhWNwiwY/Secmy5Oi63I/AAAAAAAAAkI/L3w7j_N3lUY/s400/2453003.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-family:verdana;"> </span> <div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EoeWhWNwiwY/SecmqoFKgII/AAAAAAAAAkA/c-bVtVdB4aM/s1600-h/2453003.jpg"></a><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Fazer uma pequena transferência para uma das nossas melhores amigas, que por acaso ate vai passar a próxima semana nos States e dizer:</span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">"esse dinheiro é para gastares para mim, confio no teu gosto" e pimbas já está:</span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"> </div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Sinto-me assim um bocadinho melhor, o resto melhora quando vir as compras!</span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4644935288912933396-2411153332720271220?l=estadospirito.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Martanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4644935288912933396.post-27951342420996461492009-04-15T13:28:00.003+01:002009-04-15T23:12:23.670+01:00Que triste figura, não ando em nada comunicativa e apenas me apetece dizer o mesmo de sempre.....<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uJzXx52Dnhw/SeZblVN8zUI/AAAAAAAABAs/6zGHHW_JeqQ/s1600-h/On_a_lighter_note_by_Piera_x.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 302px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uJzXx52Dnhw/SeZblVN8zUI/AAAAAAAABAs/6zGHHW_JeqQ/s320/On_a_lighter_note_by_Piera_x.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325044306321132866" border="0" /></a>Dava-te umas trincassssssssss!!!!!</div><div align="center"><br /><br /></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="left">Posts a caminho:</div><div align="left"> </div><ul><li><div align="left">A Crise nos tamanho de roupa ou Calças que suportam pneu (estou indecisa)</div></li><li><div align="left">New zealand a possibility</div></li></ul><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4644935288912933396-2795134242099646149?l=estadospirito.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12307118242360716483noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4644935288912933396.post-14235093024564889342009-04-14T11:42:00.006+01:002009-04-17T14:28:56.351+01:00<div align="left"><span style="font-size:78%;">(sim, eu dei-me ao trabalho de ir ver quantos posts com o titulo TPM já haviam por aqui...)</span><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EoeWhWNwiwY/SeRqZSTt5vI/AAAAAAAAAjw/gUOVnduUOfA/s1600-h/2681371.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324497642102580978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EoeWhWNwiwY/SeRqZSTt5vI/AAAAAAAAAjw/gUOVnduUOfA/s320/2681371.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family:verdana;">Sim, tou de péssimo humor,</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Sim, sinto-me a pior das criaturas,</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Sim, sinto-me feia,</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Sim, sinto-me burra,</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Sim, apetece gritar,</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Sim, apetece agarrar em qualquer coisa e atingir alguem (ninguem em especial, só mesmo pelo prazer de magoar alguém),</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Sim, já tomei comprimidos (as dores melhoraram, mas o humor tá um nojo),</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Sim, esta merda é mais do que normal....</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Porque raio o fim de semana xxl não teve mais um dia e eu assim conseguia curar isto enfiada na cama ate ao momento em que achasse que era seguro olhar para outras pessoas!?!?</span><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Sinto-me um bicho do mato, não me consigo concentrar e só me apetece fugir...</span><br /></strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;">e Sim, eu sei que isto o mais tardar quinta feira já não há nem sinais....</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4644935288912933396-1423509302456488934?l=estadospirito.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Martanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4644935288912933396.post-68497569963473534852009-04-12T14:12:00.004+01:002009-04-12T14:19:10.393+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EoeWhWNwiwY/SeHpov_giLI/AAAAAAAAAjo/xbYQJq-g8rQ/s1600-h/2258970.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EoeWhWNwiwY/SeHpov_giLI/AAAAAAAAAjo/xbYQJq-g8rQ/s400/2258970.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323793120815515826" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" ><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" >Now it's time to think about ME!</span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4644935288912933396-6849756996347353485?l=estadospirito.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Martanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4644935288912933396.post-4344752753737024612009-04-11T20:50:00.008+01:002009-04-11T21:05:48.400+01:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://estadospirito.blogspot.com/2009/04/love-sex-magic.html">Tal como prometido:</a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EoeWhWNwiwY/SeD2TiZA-hI/AAAAAAAAAjY/x6KgLTc5BO8/s1600-h/jt_1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 377px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EoeWhWNwiwY/SeD2TiZA-hI/AAAAAAAAAjY/x6KgLTc5BO8/s400/jt_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323525575061600786" border="0" /></a>Em poucas palavras:<br />este senhor era menino para me levar a fazer loucuras!<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EoeWhWNwiwY/SeD1VKctktI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/nUrd_5wubps/s1600-h/justin-timberlake-7-24-08.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 301px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EoeWhWNwiwY/SeD1VKctktI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/nUrd_5wubps/s400/justin-timberlake-7-24-08.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323524503482766034" border="0" /></a>Gosto tanto, tanto, tanto...<br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EoeWhWNwiwY/SeD3vn19y5I/AAAAAAAAAjg/h357FQHvBKw/s1600-h/justin_timberlake_05.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 271px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EoeWhWNwiwY/SeD3vn19y5I/AAAAAAAAAjg/h357FQHvBKw/s400/justin_timberlake_05.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323527157073169298" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">Justin Timberlake</span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4644935288912933396-434475275373702461?l=estadospirito.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Martanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4644935288912933396.post-61139827280048792252009-04-11T19:11:00.006+01:002009-04-11T20:39:04.290+01:00<div style="text-align: center;font-family:verdana;">"Só para mandar um grande beijo :)"<br /><span style="font-size:78%;">sms recebido ontem à noite</span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EoeWhWNwiwY/SeDfLtFkIlI/AAAAAAAAAjI/tVwRrrXbyQY/s1600-h/2362835.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EoeWhWNwiwY/SeDfLtFkIlI/AAAAAAAAAjI/tVwRrrXbyQY/s400/2362835.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323500151726416466" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">Terá sido porque eu passei no exame de condução</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">ou porque te está a cheirar a México!?!?</span><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;">Se for a segunda hipótese, não sei se desta vez estou disponível...<br />Não me apetece voltar a fazer papel de estúpida tão cedo!<br /><br />Obviamente que não sabendo o que vem amanhã, não lhe respondi...<br />assim, no caso de ser a segunda opção, fica na expectativa!<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4644935288912933396-6113982728004879225?l=estadospirito.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Martanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4644935288912933396.post-13744647109113174972009-04-10T14:14:00.003+01:002009-04-10T14:17:23.569+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EoeWhWNwiwY/Sd9GpkN4Y6I/AAAAAAAAAjA/Y-xCHS4XfyY/s1600-h/pascoa_sorte.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 398px; height: 370px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EoeWhWNwiwY/Sd9GpkN4Y6I/AAAAAAAAAjA/Y-xCHS4XfyY/s400/pascoa_sorte.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323050964485694370" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4644935288912933396-1374464710911317497?l=estadospirito.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Martanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4644935288912933396.post-20636466838274912472009-04-09T11:05:00.005+01:002009-04-09T11:15:51.801+01:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Com a Páscoa, a Sexta feira Santa e uma ponte na segunda feira:</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong>4 dias para recuperar energias!</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><br /></div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EoeWhWNwiwY/Sd3Ijt1acqI/AAAAAAAAAi4/4C9--920KoY/s1600-h/1273101.jpg"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322630850546397858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 295px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EoeWhWNwiwY/Sd3Ijt1acqI/AAAAAAAAAi4/4C9--920KoY/s400/1273101.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-family:verdana;"> Necessário começar a pensar nas compras para o México<strong>*</strong>: uma nova mala de viagem, uma bolsa para a cintura, mais uns vestidinhos fresquinhos e por aí...</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Evitar saidas a noite para finalmente descansar a sério, exceptuando hoje que vamos fazer uma pequena comemoração à mais recente encartada, euzinha, em que a dita cuja vai levar o carro para o bairro ;) Elas não me vão deixar ficar sem conduzir e isso é bom! :)</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;">E depois é descansar, fazer nada, fazer nenhum, estar de papo para o ar... e coisas do género!</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><br /><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><strong>*</strong>Falando em México: Faltam 21 dias!!!</span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4644935288912933396-2063646683827491247?l=estadospirito.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Martanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4644935288912933396.post-23418752308051411402009-04-08T23:52:00.005+01:002009-04-09T00:24:29.930+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uJzXx52Dnhw/Sd0rB96gqrI/AAAAAAAABAk/CZRb24GKUNA/s1600-h/enjoy-in-love10.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 253px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uJzXx52Dnhw/Sd0rB96gqrI/AAAAAAAABAk/CZRb24GKUNA/s320/enjoy-in-love10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322457647421631154" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">"Não Quero um Gajo que fique Bem na Fotografia,<br />Quero um Gajo que me Faça Sorrir na Fotografia"</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4644935288912933396-2341875230805141140?l=estadospirito.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12307118242360716483noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4644935288912933396.post-14364860302199561392009-04-08T22:37:00.004+01:002009-04-08T23:01:50.612+01:00<div style="text-align: center;">Acho que alguém já percebeu que estou discretamente a gozar com a cara dele......<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uJzXx52Dnhw/Sd0ZwujoLhI/AAAAAAAABAc/Dcq9F5Uj5JQ/s1600-h/Ups__who_did_that__2_by_Nonfairytales.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uJzXx52Dnhw/Sd0ZwujoLhI/AAAAAAAABAc/Dcq9F5Uj5JQ/s320/Ups__who_did_that__2_by_Nonfairytales.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322438659543674386" border="0" /></a><br />Agora vamos experimentar fazer o mesmo sem ser intencional =D<br /><span style="font-size:85%;">And if it's really bothering you stop paying attention, 'cause I'm just amusing myself </span>...<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4644935288912933396-1436486030219956139?l=estadospirito.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12307118242360716483noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4644935288912933396.post-40716844596120128592009-04-08T17:16:00.006+01:002009-04-11T20:35:22.746+01:00Gosto da musica, Gosto do video,<br />Gosto dele (um dia faço um post sobre ele)<br />e até dela gosto (raio da rapariga é boa)...<br /><br /><object width="500" height="315"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bx7cF8T4F44&hl=pt-br&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x402061&color2=0x9461ca&border=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bx7cF8T4F44&hl=pt-br&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x402061&color2=0x9461ca&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="315"></embed></object><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Love Sex Magic by Ciara feat Justin Timberlake</span><br /><br />A musica é daquelas que fica no ouvido e dá uma vontade maluca de dançar de maneira provocante... como não há ninguém digno de assistir a tal coisa... fica só a vontade deste lado e a musica em repeat continuo!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4644935288912933396-4071684459612012859?l=estadospirito.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Martanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4644935288912933396.post-59233724095825648542009-04-08T11:24:00.004+01:002009-04-08T11:29:25.334+01:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">DONE!!!!!!</span></strong><br /></span></div><p align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></p><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EoeWhWNwiwY/Sdx8LYPMalI/AAAAAAAAAio/QsuJaa1ldfI/s1600-h/1972658.jpg"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322265394571668050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 297px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EoeWhWNwiwY/Sdx8LYPMalI/AAAAAAAAAio/QsuJaa1ldfI/s400/1972658.jpg" border="0" /></span> <p align="center"></a><span style="font-family:verdana;"> <strong>E ESTOU TÃO CONTENTE!!!!!!!</strong><br />a Dryad já tem a carta... tenham medo: MUITO MEDO!<br /><strong>AHAHAHAHAH</strong><br /></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4644935288912933396-5923372409582564854?l=estadospirito.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Martanoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4644935288912933396.post-62192126905062063142009-04-08T00:16:00.002+01:002009-04-08T00:25:26.129+01:00<div style="text-align: center;">Como prova da minha confiança no teu desempenho aqui fica:<br /></div><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" ><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:180%;" >Parabéns!!!!!</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uJzXx52Dnhw/SdvgidxPvBI/AAAAAAAABAU/97sC3AU8fRg/s1600-h/Driving_by_virginpoet.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uJzXx52Dnhw/SdvgidxPvBI/AAAAAAAABAU/97sC3AU8fRg/s320/Driving_by_virginpoet.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322094267379727378" border="0" /></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4644935288912933396-6219212690506206314?l=estadospirito.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12307118242360716483noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4644935288912933396.post-87757966667696330762009-04-07T15:26:00.012+01:002009-04-07T15:39:34.664+01:00<div align="right"><span style="font-family:verdana;">E a história repete-se vezes sem conta...</span></div><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EoeWhWNwiwY/SdtkAoyaRkI/AAAAAAAAAig/c7bErKZvKZE/s1600-h/653992.jpg"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321957346780005954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EoeWhWNwiwY/SdtkAoyaRkI/AAAAAAAAAig/c7bErKZvKZE/s400/653992.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;">...mais um interessante, muita conversa, muita coisa em comum e <strong>tem namorada</strong>. Ganha-se mais um amigo!</span></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Como diria a J.:<br /></span><strong>"Tens um dedinho filho da put* para escolher homens!"</strong></span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4644935288912933396-8775796666769633076?l=estadospirito.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Martanoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4644935288912933396.post-78298588767019525372009-04-07T12:45:00.008+01:002009-04-07T21:55:51.971+01:00Porra, Porra, Porrinha!!!!<br />Ai!! Que P%T$ de apetecimentosssssss<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uJzXx52Dnhw/Sdu9h8kvSlI/AAAAAAAABAM/RLz_LcL5GOs/s1600-h/Those_Crazy_moments_by_VanillaBiscuit.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uJzXx52Dnhw/Sdu9h8kvSlI/AAAAAAAABAM/RLz_LcL5GOs/s320/Those_Crazy_moments_by_VanillaBiscuit.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322055775561927250" /></a><br />E nem é TPM.... <br />Saltava-te para cima ca com uma pinta... e o problema é que não eras o único a quem eu fazia isso.<br />Mas eu sou uma menina bem comportada, portanto....<br />Fico quietinhaaaaaaaaaa.<br />Mas tá dificiu! P%T& da primavera<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4644935288912933396-7829858876701952537?l=estadospirito.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12307118242360716483noreply@blogger.com0