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"I wanna dance with somebody" é o nome da primeira música que me lembro assim que falam nela ou falavam. É das minhas favoritas, foi gravada no ano em que nasci e embora esteja longe da minha "era" musical é das minhas favoritas daquela época. Foi das músicas que descobri na minha época da rádio, foi das músicas que aprendi a gostar e foi das músicas que fazem adorar tudo o que foi feito e 
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Esta semana tem sido especialmente aborrecida. O engraçado é que só trabalhei 4 dias e ela parece que durou 8, talvez porque esteja ansiosa por descansar. A realidade é que não tenho feito mais nada nos últimos tempos a não ser andar de um lado para o outro, ou seja, os dias têm sido autênticas maratonas e têm terminado muito tarde. Os almoços não têm sido no conforto do lar e isso cansa, os 
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"...Não há cartão de visita que salve este país, por mais bonita que seja a imagem. Somos o país dos falsos ricos. Somos o país dos que andam de Mercedes e têm os frigoríficos vazios. Somos o país dos que criticam em casa, barafustam em frente à televisão e quando saem à rua concordam com tudo..." 




Clique na frase para ouvir:

Somos um país, até quando?
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A semana para mim só começa hoje. O fim-de-semana foi prolongado e aproveitado para colocar algumas coisas em dia. É engraçado como tirámos um dia, que supostamente é de férias, para fazer um milhar de coisas que nunca queremos fazer quando estamos de férias. Acordar mais tarde ficou para outro dia e logo pela manhã fui para as finanças, obviamente o sistema estava "parado" e os meus assuntos 
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Pois que hoje não há psicológico que consiga combater este frio. Congelei no caminho até ao trabalho apesar de parecer um chouriço ambulante de tanta roupa que trago. São 12h e ainda continuo congelada apesar de ter o ar condicionado em turbo a 25º e de todas as conversas que tive esta manhã, o primeiro toque foi "está muito frio". É que não se aguenta temperatura assim.



Mas há maneiras de 
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Como sabem, sou uma grande "consumidora" de filmes, mas nos últimos tempos tenho visto tanta coisa que fica difícil tentar compactar tudo num post. Assim vou optar por falar apenas daqueles que mais me têm marcado.



Um dos casos mais recentes é o "In Time" ou em português "Sem Tempo". Juro que não dava nada por este filme antes de o ver, coisas que têm demasiada ficção não são o meu forte, mas
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Por ainda estar numa fase inicial optei por gravar um post que já foi publicado, a ideia é passar através da voz aquilo que nem sempre se consegue ler nas palavras. A qualidade não é aquela que eu pretendo, mas acho que está boa.

Podem ouvir "Uma teoria sobre apetências" em formato áudio, 
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Nunca fui assim muito interessada pelos modelos da Jeffrey Campbell. Havia um ou outro que me chamava a atenção mas nunca a ponto de me cativar. Mas ontem tive oportunidade de estar com uma pessoa que tinha uns, muito bonitos por sinal, às rosas e eu fiquei literalmente a babar em cima dos pés dela. Não houve 1 minuto em que eu não parasse de olhar para os pés dela e acho que não disfarcei nada.
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Cada um tem as suas apetências. Uns têm apetência para nos fazer sorrir, outros para nos irritar, outros para nos tirar do sério por más ou boas razões e outros têm efeito Depuralina "aspira tudo", tendo apetência para nos deixar sem reacção.



Só que para que as coisas corram bem é preciso ter apetência e competência, não vá a porca torcer o rabo e a pessoa do lado de lá tirar-nos a última 
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 Malote Verniz Carol - Parfois



 Bolsa para computador - Parfois

 

Lenço - Parfois 

 

Blazer Mango Primavera 2012 

 

Camisola Mango Primavera 2012 


 

Camisola Mango Primavera 2012 

 

Cinto Mango Primavera 2012 

 

Blusa Blanco Primavera 2012 

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Principalmente porque me obrigam a ter de responder com "Pk?" e depois não respondem!
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Em modo "Repeat" até à minha exaustão.
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Contínuo com uma constipação daquelas que não nos deixa forças para nada e só penso em como estaria bem a esta hora na minha caminha....
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Na Sexta-Feira um simpático jovem de carro, parou, para moi méme atravessar a passadeira e o que vinha atrás, PAFF, bateu-lhe!

Deviam começar a respeitar as distancias de segurança... e se eu fosse a irmã gémea da Angelina Jolie, como era?

Fiquei solidária com o senhor, mas segui em frente e 2 metros depois ri-me às gargalhadas, qual tolinha do Conde Ferreira.

Era só isto.
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Anel "Borboleta" - Blanco Primavera/Verão 2012
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Eu disse que no fim-de-semana era para descansar, e foi. Houve muitas horas para soninhos prolongados, houve filmes, houve refeições completas e sossegadas, enfim, houve tudo aquilo que durante a semana não há na minha agenda.



Houve inclusive tempo para dar brilho e cor às minhas unhas com Andreia Cosmetics, desta vez o nº 113:




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A acomodação. É das coisas que menos gosto em alguém, aliás, é das coisas que me levam a eliminar pessoas da minha agenda e a nunca mais falar com elas. Normalmente são pessoas que não sabem o significado de "arriscar", nunca disseram "vou seguir em frente" e acima de tudo, normalmente, carregam consigo um negativismo medonho. Normalmente dizem não a tudo novo que lhes é proposto, trabalham na 
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Postar as ultimas novidades, ideias. Trabalhar. Sair para Almoçar. Correr até ao Porto para uma reunião. Assuntos inadiáveis. Pensar no Trabalho. Tentar fazer com que ainda vá trabalhar. Não consigo. Demasiadas burocracias. Papeladas. Já é tarde. Acidente. Trânsito. Não vale a pena voltar ao escritório. Aproveito e adianto outros assuntos. Vou até casa. 2 mini-tostas com compota e um pouco de 
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A Blanco já levantou o véu da sua colecção de Primavera/Verão para este ano. Como sabem, os tons pastel vão ser o forte dos próximos meses, como também continuaremos a ver alguns tons mais fortes como o verde, amarelo ou vermelho. Os brancos e pretos, são os básicos de sempre, que permanecerão em qualquer colecção.



Uma vista de olhos sob as sugestões que a marca fez chegar ao By Butterfly 
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Ele chegava de carro, óculos de sol, casaco de couro. Ela saía com a menina pela mão, quase nem olhava para ele, a criança gritava.

- Agora tens de ir com o pai

Ao 4º dia

O carro vem a chegar. Vêm os dois juntos, sorridentes. Ele não vem de óculos de sol. Ela ainda está reticente, mas nota-se que está contente. A menina hoje vem pela mão da avó, abraça a mãe e 
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Hoje o dia vai ser longo mas tenho de aguentar até às 23h00.
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Hoje é dia do primeiro Review com o apoio da Andreia Cosmetics, no fim-de-semana experimentei o nº114 da colecção Outono/Inverno e gostei do efeito!



Este verniz tem um brilho acetinado e o tom, muito parecido com o nude, em determinados ambientes confunde-se com cinza. É discreto e de excelente durabilidade, ainda hoje o tenho direitinho nas unhas!



 

No fim, como já aqui referi, nunca 
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Pois que eu já me esquecia. Há uma música que confirma um pouco da minha teoria:








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As manhãs são na maioria das vezes, para as pessoas, aproveitadas para momentos de reflexão. Não falo da manhã completa, falo daquele inicio de manhã em que as nossas pálpebras parecem coladas e o nosso cérebro, ainda dormente, dá ordens aos nossos pés para seguir em frente, pelo caminho do costume, até ao trabalho.

É normalmente pela manhã que as pessoas tomam decisões. Por exemplo, é ao 
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Tenho verdadeira adoração por todas as criações que estejam ligadas ao mundo feminino deste senhor, mesmo! Chego a babar em frente às montras, pedincho todos os natais, aniversários, dias de namorados... por um par de sapatinhos altos ou baixos, botas ou botins, com assinatura Luis Onofre. Não é pelo nome, até porque não sou menina de me deixar levar pelos nomes, é mesmo pela criação em si. Os 
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