tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33600126270745010062024-03-14T02:31:54.244+00:00Vou Ver Se Está A ChoverNever mind. The self is the least of it. Let our scars fall in love. - Galway KinnellLiadanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01164990628554982348noreply@blogger.comBlogger356125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3360012627074501006.post-77215533479549868932011-08-25T18:57:00.000+01:002011-08-25T18:57:09.470+01:00Outta here!Mudei para: <a href="http://liadan.blogspot.com/">Liadan's Blog</a>Liadanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01164990628554982348noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3360012627074501006.post-7126428877904169312011-08-25T14:23:00.000+01:002011-08-25T14:23:16.451+01:00Soon there will be a new one!Este blog foi abandonado... I'm a terrible blogger, i know.<br />
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Liadanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01164990628554982348noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3360012627074501006.post-64806497489721451072011-04-13T10:13:00.000+01:002011-04-13T10:13:00.161+01:00Adoro, quero, estou quase a fazer anos<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://data.whicdn.com/images/7499772/tumblr_lauugyx2VP1qdlfvgo1_400_large.jpg?1298789221" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="229" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/7499772/tumblr_lauugyx2VP1qdlfvgo1_400_large.jpg?1298789221" width="320" /></a></div>Liadanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01164990628554982348noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3360012627074501006.post-80652704991051494622011-04-12T16:06:00.000+01:002011-04-12T16:06:11.397+01:00Aposto que não fazias ideia<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://data.whicdn.com/images/8716737/tumblr_ljhnz0eM4N1qf7ikto1_500_large.jpg?1302537578" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/8716737/tumblr_ljhnz0eM4N1qf7ikto1_500_large.jpg?1302537578" width="320" /></a></div>(nem eu) que, a partir daquele dia, já não ias querer outra coisa :)Liadanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01164990628554982348noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3360012627074501006.post-40478746045905170852011-04-07T08:37:00.000+01:002011-04-07T08:37:00.367+01:00Adele<center><iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/s_Zs7XS3XUo" title="YouTube video player" width="425"></iframe></center><br />
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... ainda dizem que já não se faz boa música! :)Liadanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01164990628554982348noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3360012627074501006.post-75177215639519019562011-04-04T20:04:00.001+01:002011-04-04T20:05:30.196+01:00Moving on is amazing<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://data.whicdn.com/images/7866061/tumblr_lhy5nk4Bs21qhlqd3o1_500_large.jpg?1299945343" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/7866061/tumblr_lhy5nk4Bs21qhlqd3o1_500_large.jpg?1299945343" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"><br />
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</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;">Vi umas imagens tão giras acerca de "ex" que me apetece postá-las a todas!</span></div>Liadanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01164990628554982348noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3360012627074501006.post-18843332057924843252011-03-17T21:26:00.001+00:002011-03-17T21:26:00.100+00:00De outro mundo<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://data.whicdn.com/images/7988531/pink1_large.jpg?1300310590" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="297" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/7988531/pink1_large.jpg?1300310590" width="320" /></a></div>Liadanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01164990628554982348noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3360012627074501006.post-29897021159513112502011-03-16T18:09:00.002+00:002011-03-16T18:10:57.477+00:00Chamem-lhe o que quiserem...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://data.whicdn.com/images/7983903/tumblr_lhlg8oirLy1qe33wwo1_500_large.jpg?1300297370" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/7983903/tumblr_lhlg8oirLy1qe33wwo1_500_large.jpg?1300297370" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div>Eu tinha as expectativas tão em baixo... depois de tudo, elas estavam a zeros. Sabem a sensação? De não querer ter expectativas, com medo de (mais uma) desilusão...<br />
Não sei o que fiz, mas fiz bem. Quis tempo e ele esperou. Esperou sempre, sem pressões. Até ao dia que eu já não queria estar sem ele um minuto.<br />
Lá no fundo, sei que tinha expectativas. Ele ultrapassou-as sempre.<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"><b>Eu chamo-lhe </b><s><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><b>amor</b></span></s><b> sorte.</b></span></i></div>Liadanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01164990628554982348noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3360012627074501006.post-59578701763093121862011-03-13T20:06:00.000+00:002011-03-13T20:06:07.469+00:00Better than I expected<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Q01sXbQKsI/TSE6FF9ErwI/AAAAAAAAEK4/444xQiJBRQk/s1600/easy_a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Q01sXbQKsI/TSE6FF9ErwI/AAAAAAAAEK4/444xQiJBRQk/s320/easy_a.jpg" width="216" /></a></div>Liadanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01164990628554982348noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3360012627074501006.post-39424951140202081322011-03-07T12:04:00.000+00:002011-03-07T12:04:30.698+00:00"menina perfeita"Ela era bonita, simpática...os pais dele adoravam-na. Um lindo conto de fadas...<br />
Um dia ela traiu-o. Foi burra e não deu valor àquilo que tinha. Ele não perdoou, não perdoa e deixou de confiar.<br />
Ele conheceu-me. Eu não sou a "menina perfeita". Não sou simpática. Digo asneiras. E sou mal-educada.<br />
Ele confia em mim...e eu confio nele, adoro tudo nele.<br />
Ela podia ser a "menina perfeita", mas eu sou a mulher perfeita...para ele.Liadanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01164990628554982348noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3360012627074501006.post-1527085320254705312011-03-04T14:54:00.001+00:002011-03-04T14:55:10.309+00:00Eu que sou tudo menos religiosa,adoro isto.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">(e estou a tentar que este blog não desapareça nem se centre apenas na minha felicidade diária)</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br />
</div>Liadanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01164990628554982348noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3360012627074501006.post-18842301985520049122011-02-28T21:49:00.000+00:002011-02-28T21:49:08.163+00:00Estou demasiado apanhadaDemasiado apanhada para sequer passar por aqui...Liadanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01164990628554982348noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3360012627074501006.post-60863212778589349742011-02-20T18:54:00.000+00:002011-02-20T18:54:16.739+00:00Depois de umas férias excelentescom o G, na Serra da Estrela.<br />
Já voltei e já estou em aulas...<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B2MUoT3kLmY/TWFjTy9SsQI/AAAAAAAAAgA/Y3D3wwH429c/s1600/IMG_0426.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B2MUoT3kLmY/TWFjTy9SsQI/AAAAAAAAAgA/Y3D3wwH429c/s320/IMG_0426.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>Liadanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01164990628554982348noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3360012627074501006.post-68611032861747141722011-02-01T22:14:00.000+00:002011-02-01T22:14:56.039+00:00Preguiça<div style="line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">- Descrição -</span></b></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;">Nome: Liadan</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;">Idade: 18 anos.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;">Aniversário: 23 Abril</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;">Emprego: Estudante Universitária.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;">Estado Civil: Comprometida.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;">Onde vive (casa ou apartamento): Casa</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;">Irmãos: 1 irmão</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;">Animais: Hum, tenho um irmão...</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;">Fuma: Não</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;">Bebe: Com moderação, mas siiiiim!</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><b>- Aparência - </b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;">Piercings: Sim. Em mim e nos outros. Like!</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;">Tatuagens: Não (ainda).</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;">Aparelho nos dentes: (já) Não.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;">Roupas: Preta, pequena e pouca.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;">Cor dos olhos: Castanhos.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;">Cor do Cabelo: Morenaça! </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><b>- Favoritos - </b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;">Cor: Preto.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;">Número: 3!</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;">Animal: Black Panther :)</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;">Flor: Azália.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;">Comida: Portuguesa e Italiana</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;">Sabor de Gelado: Chocolate e Baunilha!</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;">Doce: Muitos.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;">Bebida Alcoólica: Vodka.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;">Tipo de música: Rock.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;">Artista: Eminem e John Mayer.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;">Música: Fuckin' Perfect (Pink).</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;">Livro: Filha da Floresta (Juliet Marillier).</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;">Filme: Inglorious Basterds.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;">Programa de TV: Grey's (?)</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;">Melhor amigo (a): P e R's.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;">Dia da Semana: Qualquer um.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;">Desporto: Gym</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><b>- Vida Amorosa -</b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;">Está muito boaaaa...</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><b>- Outros - </b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;">Sabes conduzir? (ainda) Não.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;">Tens carro/moto? O pior é que tenho...falta a carta!</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;">Falas outra língua? Oui, of course Ido.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;">Coleccionas alguma coisa? Pacotes de açúcar e pedras!</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;">Falas sozinha? Tem dias.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;">Arrependes-te de alguma coisa? (a fingir que não havia erro ortográfico) Arrependo-me!</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;">Religião: Não.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;">Confias nas pessoas facilmente? Not anymore.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;">Perdoas facilmente? Quando me chateio é a sério. Por outras palavras, não.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;">Dás-te bem com os teus pais? Sim.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;">Desejo antes de morrer: Ter sucesso (em todas as áreas).</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;">Maior medo: Não ser feliz na minha área de trabalho.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;">Maior fraqueza: Inseguranças.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;">Tocas algum instrumento? Piano.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><b>- Alguma vez... - </b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;">Escreveste poesia? Sim, saudades...</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;">Cantaste em público? Hell no!</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;">Fizeste alguma actuação em palco? Qualquer coisa de música, quando era pequerrucha.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;">Andaste de Patins? Tentei!</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;">Tiveste alguma experiência que quase morreste? Nope.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;">Sorriste sem razão? Sim.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;">Riste tanto que choraste? Hell yeah!</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;">Como te sentes hoje? Ansiosa!</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;">O que te faz feliz? Algumas pessoas :)</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;">Com que roupa estás agora? Opa, roupa.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;">Cabelo? Esticado.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;">Brincos? Sim.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;">Algo que faças muito? Isto podia levar umas respostas tão giras... Comer chocolate!</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;">Conheces alguém que faça aniversário no mesmo dia que tu? 2 pessoas! Grrr!</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;">Estás confortável com o teu peso? Yup.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><b>- Acaba a frase -</b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;">Gostaria de ser... licenciada. (e vou ser, faltam uns anos, mas vou!)</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;">Eu desejo... sentir-me realizada em todos os campos da minha vida (profissional, financeiro, romântico...)</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;">Muitas pessoas não sabem... que eu sou mais querida do que pareço.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;">Eu sou... má :)</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;">O meu coração é... "vermelho, vermelhaço, vermelhusco, vermelhantre, vermelhão</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 35px;"><b>"</b></span></span>Liadanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01164990628554982348noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3360012627074501006.post-74562605568915211422011-01-31T18:06:00.000+00:002011-01-31T18:06:03.287+00:00Dia 27. O pior dia da tua vida e porquê.Lembro-me de, há uns 7 anos atrás, não ser um dia, mas <i>dias</i>.Liadanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01164990628554982348noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3360012627074501006.post-60238892255610799932011-01-30T19:54:00.001+00:002011-01-30T19:54:54.876+00:00Dia 26. O melhor dia da tua vida e porquê.Tenho tido dias tão bons que é difícil escolher :)Liadanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01164990628554982348noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3360012627074501006.post-42408224907610998142011-01-27T18:36:00.002+00:002011-01-27T18:36:13.072+00:00Dia 25. Um sonho ainda por realizar.Ir de viagem sem dia programado para voltar :)Liadanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01164990628554982348noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3360012627074501006.post-45738729223645678132011-01-26T11:50:00.001+00:002011-01-26T11:50:01.048+00:00Dia 24. Uma experiência que tenha mudado a tua vida.Não faço ideia.Liadanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01164990628554982348noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3360012627074501006.post-2537545065605879122011-01-25T22:01:00.000+00:002011-01-25T22:01:41.589+00:00Sim<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs750.ash1/164142_193730270643333_129255280424166_793424_3494724_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="78" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs750.ash1/164142_193730270643333_129255280424166_793424_3494724_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Liadanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01164990628554982348noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3360012627074501006.post-33054641130482488742011-01-24T02:10:00.005+00:002011-01-25T21:46:00.938+00:00Dia 23. Uma carta escrita por ti, para um destinatário à escolha.Sabes que eu não sou de grandes palavras, muito menos de dizer o que sinto...mas ajudaste-me.<br />
Eu estava mal, triste, magoada e tu mostraste-me que nem tudo era mau.<br />
Agora estou feliz e tu também.<br />
Gosto de ti ♥Liadanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01164990628554982348noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3360012627074501006.post-78994682778089467052011-01-23T12:10:00.002+00:002011-01-23T12:10:17.666+00:00Dia 22. Uma memória que te tenha marcado.The perfect date :)Liadanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01164990628554982348noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3360012627074501006.post-33838815266796548962011-01-22T08:32:00.001+00:002011-01-22T08:32:00.594+00:00Dia 21. Um texto que tenhas escrito há algum tempo."Acredito que, mesmo que isto não resulte, me vou sempre lembrar do dia de ontem com um sorriso..."<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;">E assim se aprende. <i>People change.</i></span>Liadanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01164990628554982348noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3360012627074501006.post-8079337771779371862011-01-21T12:32:00.001+00:002011-01-21T12:32:18.172+00:00Dia 20. Uma paixão secreta (ou nem por isso).Tatuagens e piercingsLiadanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01164990628554982348noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3360012627074501006.post-46126164539545375032011-01-19T18:51:00.001+00:002011-01-19T18:52:16.052+00:00Dia 19. Uma colecção que faças (ou que gostarias de fazer).<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">Isqueiros Zippo...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.ahajokes.com/cartoon/zippo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="146" src="http://www.ahajokes.com/cartoon/zippo.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div>Liadanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01164990628554982348noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3360012627074501006.post-72293470682225987932011-01-17T09:20:00.000+00:002011-01-17T09:20:00.199+00:00Dia 18. Um site que visites regularmente e outro que tenhas perdido o interesse.Que visito regularmente: <a href="http://facebook.com/">Facebook</a>, conta?<br />
Que perdi o interesse: <a href="http://twitter.com/">Twitter</a>Liadanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01164990628554982348noreply@blogger.com1