tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-42349069088592904382011-07-28T20:46:11.023-07:00whaamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17716686382576492039noreply@blogger.comBlogger101100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234906908859290438.post-38933899525402456352009-11-25T13:50:00.000-08:002009-12-17T03:19:22.800-08:00<object width="400" height="300"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/b4sxVVu4YNQ&hl=pt_PT&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x3a3a3a&color2=0x999999&border=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/b4sxVVu4YNQ&hl=pt_PT&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x3a3a3a&color2=0x999999&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="300"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234906908859290438-3893389952540245635?l=anacarolinatudojunto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>whaamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17716686382576492039noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234906908859290438.post-79672833918144953972009-11-18T14:15:00.000-08:002009-11-18T14:17:42.503-08:00<span style="font-size:85%;">Se eu dissesse à minha cadela "Os gregos..." para ela seria "blábláblá whiskers saquetas".</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Por estranho que pareça, para nós também é...</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234906908859290438-7967283391814495397?l=anacarolinatudojunto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>whaamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17716686382576492039noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234906908859290438.post-44125243864018120752009-11-08T13:30:00.001-08:002009-11-08T13:30:51.237-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gBhLOpAJQcc/Svc4h--2VJI/AAAAAAAAAAU/T_lY1UNb-uY/s1600-h/G114nu053160-02%5B1%5D+-+C%C3%B3pia.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 218px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401848434547643538" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gBhLOpAJQcc/Svc4h--2VJI/AAAAAAAAAAU/T_lY1UNb-uY/s320/G114nu053160-02%5B1%5D+-+C%C3%B3pia.jpg" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234906908859290438-4412524386401812075?l=anacarolinatudojunto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>whaamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17716686382576492039noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234906908859290438.post-61335039630691293842009-11-08T13:21:00.001-08:002009-11-08T13:25:05.458-08:00<div align="center"><em>maybe it's hurting really baddly</em></div><div align="center">i've never believed in fairytales</div><div align="center">we had reality.</div><div align="center"><em>maybe you should fight</em></div><div align="center">ride your white horse</div><div align="center">and hold me in the night.</div><div align="center"><em>maybe we are meant to be together</em></div><div align="center">hold my hand </div><div align="center">and say forever</div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">cause it's hurting really baddly.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234906908859290438-6133503963069129384?l=anacarolinatudojunto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>whaamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17716686382576492039noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234906908859290438.post-65794918048806366262009-11-07T14:40:00.000-08:002009-11-07T14:58:19.291-08:00<span style="color:#000000;">anda cá.<br />já bô!</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234906908859290438-6579491804880636626?l=anacarolinatudojunto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>whaamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17716686382576492039noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234906908859290438.post-33815881112818496192009-10-25T12:03:00.000-07:002009-11-07T14:54:33.316-08:00<div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;">1:44h</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;">Estão a esforçar-se muito para ter uma atitude percebes?</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;">Não.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;">Estão a tentar muito ter um estilo, tipo</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;">Ser yô?</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;">Exacto.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234906908859290438-3381588111281849619?l=anacarolinatudojunto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>whaamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17716686382576492039noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234906908859290438.post-39992047126205971102009-10-25T11:57:00.000-07:002009-10-25T12:25:42.061-07:00<div align="center"><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-size:78%;">Desde a meia noite até às 5 da manhã</span><br />I rock playing guitar hero!</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234906908859290438-3999204712620597110?l=anacarolinatudojunto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>whaamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17716686382576492039noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234906908859290438.post-28934756109021231092009-10-19T13:59:00.000-07:002009-11-07T14:59:10.637-08:00<div align="center"><span style="color:#000000;">Carolina: Queres que me meta aí dentro contigo? Ok saiu-me mal.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000000;">Mariana: Quero 8D</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234906908859290438-2893475610902123109?l=anacarolinatudojunto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>whaamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17716686382576492039noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234906908859290438.post-42238705013347486882009-10-19T13:56:00.001-07:002009-10-25T12:24:03.369-07:00<div align="right"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;">Questionam-se vocês sobre o que se faz numa aula de educação física?</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;">Pois eu digo-vos.</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;">According to Mariana and I, fala-se da Buffy Caçadora de Vampiros.</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;">E de como o stor parece vindo da tropa.</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;">E de rastas.</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;">E dos Tokio Hotel.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234906908859290438-4223870501334748688?l=anacarolinatudojunto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>whaamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17716686382576492039noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234906908859290438.post-47869684445363010842009-10-19T13:20:00.000-07:002009-10-25T12:24:29.444-07:00<span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;">Basta dizerem à tal pessoa que não vão ao café, mas aparecem na mesma! Quando chegarem, olham-na nos olhos e vêem o que eles vos dizem. Os olhos são o espelho da alma...<br /><br />Ou seja.<br />Em 1º lugar, o stor ensina-nos a mentir - depois não admira que a tal pessoa não goste de nós.<br />Em 2º lugar, estamos à espera desta fantástica revelação desde a semana passada...<br /><br />Muito bem. Fixe.<br /><br />Agora vamos falar de sexualidade e afectos.<br />O.O<br />Mas isso não tem nada a ver com a disciplina.<br />Engana-se, sabe. Tem tudo a ver!<br /><br />*enquanto isto, a Mariana diverte-se a mandar-me pontapés debaixo da mesa - Obrigada já agora --, *<br /><br />E para que serve isto? Para que TE CONHEÇAS melhor. (mamã!)<br /><br />Ei, o meu pai é um ex-condenado, preso pelo pai da Mariana, que está em liberdade condicional por ter assassinado um homem que me tocou no cabelo! *be careful* 8D<br /><br />Adiante.<br />Momentos de conversa:<br />Mariana: Oh stor, mas as pessoas são como são. Cada um é como cada qual.<br />Carolina: Oh és tão querida, ao dizer isso para a Diana não se sentir mal.<br />Mariana: Ahahahaha, quando queres saem-te bem Carolina.<br /><br />Ora aí está. Sou de Letras.</span><span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /></span><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><strong>nota: ler sempre com um <em>instrumento</em> na mão!</strong></span><br /></span><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /></span><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4234906908859290438-4786968444536301084?l=anacarolinatudojunto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>whaamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17716686382576492039noreply@blogger.com1