tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-58470955419811442662024-02-07T02:15:28.782-08:00LulucraciaLuciana M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17286718830912241784noreply@blogger.comBlogger56125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847095541981144266.post-73503116719585111402009-12-22T08:02:00.000-08:002009-12-22T08:04:35.179-08:00<span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;">Qualquer dia tenho barba até aos pés porque, segundo argumento alheio, apenas faço o buço em épocas festivas. Como há festas todo o ano nunca faço o buço porque parece mal fazê-lo. Não sei, é um ponto de vista.</span>Luciana M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17286718830912241784noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847095541981144266.post-52755765474130184222009-12-22T08:00:00.000-08:002009-12-22T08:02:17.792-08:00<span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;">Lá pelas escadas rolantes terem avariado e estarem paradas não é obrigatório que comecemos a correr, certo? Tenham calma! </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;">(true story)</span>Luciana M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17286718830912241784noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847095541981144266.post-28589569519422297172009-12-22T07:59:00.000-08:002009-12-22T08:00:37.423-08:00<span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" ><br /><br />Se não formos ao funeral dos outros quem é que vai ao nosso??????<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:85%;" ><br />resposta contida da lulu: Não é o defunto de certeza!</span></span>Luciana M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17286718830912241784noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847095541981144266.post-79400394638560444122009-06-11T16:06:00.001-07:002009-06-11T16:09:57.602-07:00________________________________________<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">De facto tenho a cabeça no ar. Mas, antes no ar que na terra.</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;">Sinal que estou viva.</span><br /><br />................<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Consumo bebidas alcoolicas? Sim. Por uma questao de respeito. Se me oferecem não vou recusar, claro.</span>Luciana M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17286718830912241784noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847095541981144266.post-45420631874733081782009-06-11T06:43:00.001-07:002009-06-11T06:43:48.065-07:00<span style="font-weight: bold;">Em lisboa sao 19h00. Em Santa Maria 18h00 e em Sao Miguel 18h20 .... 18H20??? Sim é a demora da viagem de Santa Maria para São Miguel...</span><br /><br /><br />ahahah<br /><br />by ArsénioLuciana M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17286718830912241784noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847095541981144266.post-44742280454894072362009-06-09T18:06:00.000-07:002009-06-09T18:07:06.285-07:00<span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" >Eu bem sei que parecem de homem. Alias, os meus sapatos de unisexo só têm a sola! </span>Luciana M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17286718830912241784noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847095541981144266.post-21382278131320947062009-04-11T08:16:00.000-07:002009-04-11T08:17:04.921-07:00<span style="font-family: verdana;">Hey Jude don't make it bad = Hey Jude não fique mal<br /><br />Versão Luciana= Hey Jude don't make his bed =Hey Jude nao faças a sua cama!</span>Luciana M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17286718830912241784noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847095541981144266.post-68368385411147385792009-02-07T19:19:00.003-08:002009-02-07T19:20:39.890-08:00constatações<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img253.imageshack.us/img253/8002/060420083112ji0.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 188px;" src="http://img253.imageshack.us/img253/8002/060420083112ji0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Luciana M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17286718830912241784noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847095541981144266.post-52508387135863025332009-02-02T19:43:00.001-08:002009-02-02T19:43:27.703-08:00<span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;">Eu??? Ir à Austrália?? NUNCA!! Os cangurus se quiserem que venham cá me ver!!! Ora essa! =)</span>Luciana M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17286718830912241784noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847095541981144266.post-49661028399546632542009-01-27T13:12:00.000-08:002009-01-27T13:14:21.727-08:00Teorias<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"> </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"> LUCIANAAAAAAAAAAAAA OS TEUS ÓCULOS estão todos sujos!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">SABES MAE!! EU BEM TENTO LIMPAR...MAS PARA LIMPAR TENHO QUE OS TIRAR E QUANDO TIRO NÃO VEJO NADA!!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div></div><div><br /></div>Luciana M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17286718830912241784noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847095541981144266.post-87566249666565205072009-01-12T18:26:00.001-08:002009-01-12T18:26:58.047-08:00<span style="font-family: verdana;">Qual é a semelhança entre a S@TA e um relogio? </span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Ambos atrasam excepto o relógio :D</span>Luciana M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17286718830912241784noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847095541981144266.post-67470054225740799452008-12-16T11:03:00.000-08:002008-12-16T11:04:04.100-08:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><div><br /></div>Só ha 2 coisas na vida das quais nao me arrependo:</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> a 1ª é ter escrito isto, a 2ª é nao ter apagado! </span></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">LOL</span></div>Luciana M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17286718830912241784noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847095541981144266.post-66090296979692872512008-12-01T19:20:00.001-08:002008-12-01T19:20:53.399-08:00<div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Eu nao me esqueci...</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">... apenas não me lembrei!</span></span></div>Luciana M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17286718830912241784noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847095541981144266.post-39278800126974708332008-11-17T17:30:00.000-08:002008-11-17T17:31:42.633-08:00Idades<div><br /></div><div><br /></div>"Não é qualquer um que chega aos 80 anos"<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Resposta contida de lulu:</div><div><br /></div><div>"Pois nao, alguns chegam aos 100"</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>:\</div>Luciana M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17286718830912241784noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847095541981144266.post-49465215582897449902008-10-27T05:11:00.000-07:002008-10-27T05:17:50.148-07:00Piada Sarcástica<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivYodVV3UHrDwUCMx7QKWcW_pizEeutwulPttYcFV-KEX6YuctZqLniDpR6FxFHkzCh53enoySRiI4YxAuRQ2652dhp9gyG3YUVWOhl344W14YenziCBO4uDAU7v_KqeTY2FcM4Ps09Zk/s400/marina+vila+do+porto+-+luluarte+2008+%284%29.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivYodVV3UHrDwUCMx7QKWcW_pizEeutwulPttYcFV-KEX6YuctZqLniDpR6FxFHkzCh53enoySRiI4YxAuRQ2652dhp9gyG3YUVWOhl344W14YenziCBO4uDAU7v_KqeTY2FcM4Ps09Zk/s400/marina+vila+do+porto+-+luluarte+2008+%284%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Certa vez, o mau tempo fez-se sentir em Santa Maria.<br />A força do vento fez com que o mar galgasse a terra e inundasse o docas-bar ( edificio que vêm à direita)<br /><br />Na altura não era muito propicio andar a brincar com a situação, mas agora transcrevo as piadas sarcásticas que surgiram:<br /><br /><br /><div><strong>Hoje há bar aberto!! Onde???????????????? Na doca :x</strong></div> <div> </div> <div> </div> <div><span style="color:#ff9900;"><strong>Se os vidros falassem diriam: Olha a onda, olha a onda....</strong></span></div> <div> </div> <div> </div> <div><span style="color:#008000;"><strong>E as reservas do dia de amigos? </strong></span></div> <div><span style="color:#008000;"><strong></strong></span> </div> <div><span style="color:#008000;"><strong>Lá se foi tudo por água abaixo....</strong></span></div> <div><span style="color:#008000;"><strong></strong></span> </div> <div><span style="color:#008000;"><strong></strong></span> </div> <div><span style="color:#008000;"><strong>Não, não... por água adentro....</strong></span></div> <div> </div> <div><strong></strong> </div> <div><span style="color:#3366ff;"><strong>Por acaso fazia um belo aquário..........!</strong></span></div> <div><strong></strong><br /><br />hehehehhe<br /></div>Luciana M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17286718830912241784noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847095541981144266.post-26250942141652910042008-09-25T16:44:00.000-07:002008-09-25T16:45:15.754-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"><br /><br />Não gosto de dar nas vistas......</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;">Prefiro dar nos olhos!!</span><br /></div>Luciana M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17286718830912241784noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847095541981144266.post-74708417298043297202008-09-18T17:55:00.001-07:002008-09-18T17:55:34.900-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;">A vida nao é um jogo. </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"> No jogo somas pontos. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;">Na vida tu é que somes.</span></span></div>Luciana M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17286718830912241784noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847095541981144266.post-35427914933866565422008-09-15T14:21:00.001-07:002008-09-15T14:22:47.090-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">HOJE O MEU JANTAR</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">PODIA SER FEIO...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">MAS NÃO....</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">HOJE FOI BONITO:</span></div></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.dkimages.com/discover/previews/1080/10139592.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.dkimages.com/discover/previews/1080/10139592.JPG" border="0" alt="" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 14px; font-family:Verdana;font-size:11px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 16px; line-height: normal;"><br /></span><div align="center" style="line-height: 130%; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(227, 108, 9); font-weight: bold; line-height: normal;font-size:16px;"><br /></span></div><div align="center" style="line-height: 130%; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(227, 108, 9); font-weight: bold; line-height: normal;font-size:16px;"><br /></span></div></span>Luciana M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17286718830912241784noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847095541981144266.post-9501024651981448482008-07-31T06:49:00.000-07:002008-07-31T06:51:52.943-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.recipetips.com/kitchen/images/refimages/bread/types/bread_pumpkin_seed_crumb_500.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.recipetips.com/kitchen/images/refimages/bread/types/bread_pumpkin_seed_crumb_500.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" >Vou abrir uma padaria e vender pão de 2ª mão.. tal é a acumulaçao!! Chego a congelar mas o meu conceito de pao fresco n é bem esse! </span>Luciana M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17286718830912241784noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847095541981144266.post-53148068612313905042008-07-15T07:21:00.001-07:002008-07-15T07:21:35.783-07:00EU NAO GOSTO DE SER O CENTRO DAS ATENÇÕES....... . EU SOU O CENTRO DAS ===> (((TENSÕES))))Luciana M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17286718830912241784noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847095541981144266.post-84494840708020182462008-07-15T05:54:00.000-07:002008-07-15T05:55:09.103-07:00GOSTO DE VIVER CADA DIA COMO SE FOSSE O ULTIMO - POR ISSO OSCILO ENTRE A VIDA DE RICO E POBRE!!!<br /><br /><br />UM DIA DE BARCO...OUTRO DE AVIÃO!!<br /><br />Ah queridos... a vida é assim!Luciana M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17286718830912241784noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847095541981144266.post-75576826184279813452008-07-14T16:53:00.000-07:002008-07-14T16:54:37.302-07:00<span style="font-weight: bold;">CADA 1 tem a idade da sua paciencia. Portanto sou 1 embrião! </span><br /><br />----------<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">SINTO-ME COMO S TIVESSE 16 ANOS.. O PIOR É Q SINTO ISSO DESDE OS 16! já lá vai uma década...<br /><br /><br />-----------<br /></span>Luciana M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17286718830912241784noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847095541981144266.post-81155362475868813762008-06-16T15:32:00.001-07:002008-06-16T15:32:35.644-07:00Ter as unhas das mãos compridas é 1 acto heróico. Ter as dos pés compridas é um acto d coragem!!Luciana M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17286718830912241784noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847095541981144266.post-59647711004051429582008-06-01T14:46:00.000-07:002008-06-01T14:48:56.887-07:00A vida dá tanta volta!!<br /><br />(pensamento de 1 frango de churrasco)Luciana M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17286718830912241784noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5847095541981144266.post-31462109417995907822008-05-19T15:58:00.001-07:002008-05-19T15:58:41.354-07:00Uma preocupação é nd + nd - que uma ocupação que ainda não aconteceu. PRÉ-Ocupação.!! Percebem? por isso nd de PRE-OCUPAR! VIVER!Luciana M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17286718830912241784noreply@blogger.com0