tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91533572621782210572011-04-21T19:33:41.240-07:00Meihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18333584147631514753noreply@blogger.comBlogger71100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9153357262178221057.post-69435764514115951852007-04-24T17:26:00.000-07:002007-04-24T09:27:28.931-07:00<div align="center"><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-rggLmLA5P0/Ri4r5fA9GqI/AAAAAAAAACE/v5218AlexJM/s1600-h/Digitalizar0002.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057027698161687202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-rggLmLA5P0/Ri4r5fA9GqI/AAAAAAAAACE/v5218AlexJM/s320/Digitalizar0002.jpg" border="0" /></a> Subir às arvores...</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><br /></div><p align="center"><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-rggLmLA5P0/Ri4r5vA9GrI/AAAAAAAAACM/gzK6EvmKexU/s1600-h/Digitalizar0003.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057027702456654514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-rggLmLA5P0/Ri4r5vA9GrI/AAAAAAAAACM/gzK6EvmKexU/s320/Digitalizar0003.jpg" border="0" /></a> Andava sempre pendurada. No recreio da escola primária havia disto e eu passava lá a vida...</p><p align="center"><br /></p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057027706751621826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-rggLmLA5P0/Ri4r5_A9GsI/AAAAAAAAACU/pwwQ8bIU_pE/s320/Digitalizar0005.jpg" border="0" /><p align="center">Andar de bicicleta...</p><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-rggLmLA5P0/Ri4r5_A9GtI/AAAAAAAAACc/ALQMo6DpBkM/s1600-h/Digitalizar0004.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057027706751621842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-rggLmLA5P0/Ri4r5_A9GtI/AAAAAAAAACc/ALQMo6DpBkM/s320/Digitalizar0004.jpg" border="0" /><p align="center"></a>E nadar, que ainda hoje é das coisas que mais gosto de fazer.<br /></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9153357262178221057-6943576451411595185?l=cinderelaeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Meihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18333584147631514753noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9153357262178221057.post-71471288394715522142007-04-19T13:43:00.000-07:002007-04-19T05:44:28.182-07:00<a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-rggLmLA5P0/Ridi5vA9GnI/AAAAAAAAABs/OkGEzWZV4OU/s1600-h/3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055117850759207538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-rggLmLA5P0/Ridi5vA9GnI/AAAAAAAAABs/OkGEzWZV4OU/s320/3.jpg" border="0" /></a>Eu com 3 anos, no dia em que enterei para o infantário, a chorar...<br /><br /><p><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-rggLmLA5P0/Ridi6fA9GoI/AAAAAAAAAB0/chKqNEPLlmo/s1600-h/4.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055117863644109442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-rggLmLA5P0/Ridi6fA9GoI/AAAAAAAAAB0/chKqNEPLlmo/s320/4.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p>Com 4 anos parecia que já gostava mais andar no infantário...<br /></p><p></p><p><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-rggLmLA5P0/Ridi7vA9GpI/AAAAAAAAAB8/02GmbvRLAq4/s1600-h/5.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055117885118945938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-rggLmLA5P0/Ridi7vA9GpI/AAAAAAAAAB8/02GmbvRLAq4/s320/5.jpg" border="0" /></a> Com 5 anos a brincar com os meus amigos no infanrário. Não sei porquê, mas até uma certa idade só me dava bem com rapazes....<br /></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9153357262178221057-7147128839471552214?l=cinderelaeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Meihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18333584147631514753noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9153357262178221057.post-58532234141161599652007-04-12T15:23:00.000-07:002007-04-12T07:23:52.523-07:00<a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-rggLmLA5P0/Rh4_bJ18OyI/AAAAAAAAABc/n5O9mKWpt8s/s1600-h/Digitalizar0001.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052545567687457570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-rggLmLA5P0/Rh4_bJ18OyI/AAAAAAAAABc/n5O9mKWpt8s/s320/Digitalizar0001.jpg" border="0" /></a>Eu com dois anos a beber leite com o meu primo Nuno. Acho que esta foto foi tirada durante a tarde de natal.<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-rggLmLA5P0/Rh4_bZ18OzI/AAAAAAAAABk/dnRk5jyoozI/s1600-h/Digitalizar.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052545571982424882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-rggLmLA5P0/Rh4_bZ18OzI/AAAAAAAAABk/dnRk5jyoozI/s320/Digitalizar.jpg" border="0" /></a>Também com dois anos na praia do Furadouro com o meu priminho <a href="http://lusoboy.blogspot.com">Lusoboy</a> e a minha priminha Vanessa.<br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9153357262178221057-5853223414116159965?l=cinderelaeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Meihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18333584147631514753noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9153357262178221057.post-13302869623026716342007-03-27T13:58:00.000-07:002007-03-27T05:59:19.949-07:00<a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-rggLmLA5P0/RgkTIrKCWLI/AAAAAAAAAA8/FdgbTdpko0g/s1600-h/Digitalizar0007.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046585897190054066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-rggLmLA5P0/RgkTIrKCWLI/AAAAAAAAAA8/FdgbTdpko0g/s320/Digitalizar0007.jpg" border="0" /></a>Bem, não sei muito bem que idade teria nesta foto mas acho que tinha 1. E aqui era o quintal da casa do furadouro que agora está bastante diferente. Bem, e aquele deve ser o triciclo do meu priminho Nuno.<br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9153357262178221057-1330286962302671634?l=cinderelaeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Meihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18333584147631514753noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9153357262178221057.post-75283116825402510552007-03-21T07:08:00.000-07:002007-03-21T07:14:47.208-07:00<a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-rggLmLA5P0/RgE9Um6nPdI/AAAAAAAAAA0/0aVoT5u0M0Q/s1600-h/Digitalizar0010.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044380481884732882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-rggLmLA5P0/RgE9Um6nPdI/AAAAAAAAAA0/0aVoT5u0M0Q/s320/Digitalizar0010.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Como eu cresci! Aqui já tenho 1 ano! </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9153357262178221057-7528311682540251055?l=cinderelaeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Meihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18333584147631514753noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9153357262178221057.post-85551576978634932222007-03-09T23:17:00.000-08:002007-03-09T15:17:21.925-08:00<a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-rggLmLA5P0/RfHqOm5kesI/AAAAAAAAAAs/NE0T6lgrV3U/s1600-h/quase+1+mes.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040066994685377218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-rggLmLA5P0/RfHqOm5kesI/AAAAAAAAAAs/NE0T6lgrV3U/s320/quase+1+mes.jpg" border="0" /></a> Esta sou eu com 1 mês. Não é para me gabar, mas eu era uma bebe mesmo gira, lol.<br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9153357262178221057-8555157697863493222?l=cinderelaeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Meihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18333584147631514753noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9153357262178221057.post-39229906421166338602007-03-07T08:08:00.001-08:002007-03-07T08:10:19.673-08:00Finalmente voltei a escrever e mudei o aspecto do blog porque achei que não tinha lógica nenhuma continuar a escrever no blog antigo, uma vez que já lá não ia desde dezembro...<br />Este novo blog vai ser um pouco mais "soft", sem aquele bla bla todo, vai ter mais fotos e vai retratar o meu percurso de vida desde que nasci até agora.<br />Espero que gostem e que comentem...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9153357262178221057-3922990642116633860?l=cinderelaeu.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Meihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18333584147631514753noreply@blogger.com1