tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-92039732011-04-21T11:59:49.167-07:00ronaldinhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00603478034617433583noreply@blogger.comBlogger211100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9203973.post-1115204967757020732005-05-04T04:06:00.000-07:002005-05-04T04:13:38.813-07:00<p align="center"><img height="199" src="http://images.google.pt/images?q=tbn:fgezNSoa6FkJ:mandyoka.vilabol.uol.com.br/diabo.jpg" width="194" /></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9203973-111520496775702073?l=cris2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ronaldinhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00603478034617433583noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9203973.post-1114883923500693122005-04-30T10:55:00.000-07:002005-04-30T10:58:43.500-07:00<p align="center"><img style="WIDTH: 184px; HEIGHT: 222px" height="363" src="http://gplace.blogspirit.com/images/medium_apanhei-te_a_rir.2.jpg" width="313" /></p><div align="center"><span style="color:#6600cc;">Oi..td bem??<br />Há bué k ñ postava..lol..ñ há paxiencia..nem tempo..lol...mas cm tv na net a ver umas cenas e vi esta imagem lembrei-me de postar..tá bué bacana..ñ tá??<br />Lol..vá..xau..fkm bem..e............VIVA AO SPORTING!!!************</span> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9203973-111488392350069312?l=cris2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ronaldinhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00603478034617433583noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9203973.post-1112819848042472932005-04-06T13:34:00.000-07:002005-04-09T07:53:51.380-07:00<p align="center"><img style="WIDTH: 257px; HEIGHT: 230px" height="282" src="http://www.photoblog.be/carmen/images/001/333/1333121.jpg" width="318" /></p><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Até hoje, nunca meus olhos<br />Viram verdadeira beleza<br />Nem nos filmes<br />Nem nos contos de princesa.<br />Nas profundezas dos teus olhos<br />Minha alma se perdeu<br />E na doçura dos teus lábios<br />Meu coração se derreteu.<br />Com muito esforço<br />Por ti lutei<br />Mas valeu o sacrifício<br />Porque te conquistei.<br />És tudo na minha vida<br />És um sonho realizado<br />Contigo, junto a mim,<br />Nada estará acabado.<br />Agradeço o facto<br />De apareceres no meu caminho<br />Pela alegria, pelo amor,<br />Por todo esse carinho.</span> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9203973-111281984804247293?l=cris2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ronaldinhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00603478034617433583noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9203973.post-1111350881167139402005-03-20T12:30:00.000-08:002005-04-05T04:25:15.136-07:00<p align="center"><img height="176" src="http://anjorebelde.blogs.sapo.pt/arquivo/amigost.gif" width="275" /></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#993399;">Oi...hj fui um dia mt bacano..apesar da zanga k houve no forúm..mas eu xei k ñ paxa dixo e k amanha já paxou td..pois o motivo foi uma beca pó parvo...tão fofo esta foto...né??Esta foto e o seu mini-poema dedico a tds os meus amigos e amigas....eles sabem km são...dorovos do fundo do meu coraxãozinho....bjs..*****</span></span> </p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9203973-111135088116713940?l=cris2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ronaldinhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00603478034617433583noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9203973.post-1111241364606759802005-03-19T06:08:00.000-08:002005-04-05T04:28:43.616-07:00<img style="WIDTH: 208px; HEIGHT: 97px" height="105" src="http://www.concurso_blog_fofo.blogger.com.br/oipucca.gif" width="223" /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9203973-111124136460675980?l=cris2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ronaldinhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00603478034617433583noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9203973.post-1111061854656990592005-03-17T04:10:00.001-08:002005-04-05T04:26:35.230-07:00<p align="center"><img style="WIDTH: 324px; HEIGHT: 233px" height="264" src="http://www.love4ever.nu/hjerte.gif" width="366" name="comments" /></p><p align="center">De todos os amores por mim vividos,</p><div align="center">o teu foi o mais intenso...</div><div align="center">De toda a saudade,</div><div align="center">a tua foi a mais forte...</div><div align="center">De todos os beijos,</div><div align="center">o teu foi o mais saboroso...</div><div align="center">De todo o calor,</div><div align="center">o teu foi o mais ardente...</div><div align="center">De todas as almas,</div><div align="center">a tua foi a mais gémea...</div><div align="center">DE toda a vontade de ficar junta,</div><div align="center">a vontade que me domina é a tua...</div><div align="center">Por isso eu nunca te esquecerei,</div><div align="center">pois foste aquele que me tocou mais fundo...<br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9203973-111106185465699059?l=cris2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ronaldinhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00603478034617433583noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9203973.post-1110401435593425942005-03-09T12:43:00.000-08:002005-03-09T12:50:35.596-08:00Oix...ñ sei se já ouviram falar do projecto Almada Bi-ci..é um projecto que pretende promover a utilização da bicicleta, como modo de transporte preferencial nas deslocações de curta distância, que ligue escolas, equipamentos culturais, desportivos e interfaces de transportes públicos. Para poderem conhecer melhor este projecto poderão ir ao meu outro blog...k é <a href="http://almada-bi-ci.blogspot.com">http://almada-bi-ci.blogspot.com</a> ...bjs fkm bem...<br /><br /><br /><p align="center"><img style="WIDTH: 98px; HEIGHT: 99px" height="109" src="http://images.google.pt/images?q=tbn:Sn6d4QjEzXgJ:www.m-almada.pt/website/pic/i12951.2.jpg" width="98" /></p><p align="center"> </p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9203973-111040143559342594?l=cris2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ronaldinhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00603478034617433583noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9203973.post-1110195135402202412005-03-07T03:29:00.000-08:002005-03-07T03:32:15.403-08:00<div align="center"><img src="http://images.google.pt/images?q=tbn:7Gz9VNOK2ekJ:www.telecable.es/personales/ajnosti1/campeonesgif/portugal-sporting.gif" /><br /><span style="color:#6600cc;">Ganda clube este..podem dizer o k kiserem..pq pra mim este clube vai estar smp no meu coração e ser o melhopr der tds ..é memo bom..lol..e o que eu kero dizer é <span style="color:#009900;">"só eu sei pq ñ fiko em casa"</span><span style="color:#6633ff;">....</span>lolol...bjs..***</span> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9203973-111019513540220241?l=cris2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ronaldinhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00603478034617433583noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9203973.post-1110046886368715232005-03-05T10:14:00.000-08:002005-03-05T10:21:26.370-08:00<img src="http://images.google.pt/images?q=tbn:kLbB75dhLGAJ:www.tiscali.co.uk/music/images/daniel_bedingfieldi175x175.jpg" /><br /><br />If you're not the one then why does my soul feel glad today?<br />If you're not the one then why does my hand fit yours this way?I<br />f you are not mine then why does your heart return my call<br />If you are not mine would I have the strength to stand at all<br />I never know what the future brings<br />But I know you are here with me now<br />We'll make it through<br />And I hope you are the one<br />I share my life withI don't want to run away but<br />I can't take it, I don't understandIf<br />I'm not made for you then why does my heart tell me that I am?<br />Is there any way that I can stay in your arms?I<br />f I don't need you then why am I crying on my bed?<br />If I don't need you then why does your name resound in my head?<br />If you're not for me then why does this distance maim my life?<br />If you're not for me then why do I dream of you as my wife?<br />I don't know why you're so far away<br />But I know that this much is trueWe'll make it through<br />And I hope you are the one I share my life with<br />And I wish that you could be the one I die with<br />And I pray in you're the one I build my home with<br />I hope I love you all my life<br />I don't want to run away but I can't take it, I don't understand<br />If I'm not made for you then why does my heart tell me that I am<br />Is there any way that I can stay in your arms?<br />'Cause I miss you, body and soul so strong that it takes my breath away<br />And I breathe you into my heart and pray for the strength to stand today<br />'Cause I love you, whether it's wrong or rightAnd though<br />I can't be with you tonight<br />And know my heart is by your side<br />I don't want to run away but I can't take it,<br />I don't understand<br />If I'm not made for you then why does my heart tell me that I am<br />Is there any way that I<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9203973-111004688636871523?l=cris2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ronaldinhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00603478034617433583noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9203973.post-1110035950455210872005-03-05T07:18:00.000-08:002005-03-14T12:19:25.000-08:00<p align="center"><img src="http://www.photoblog.be/carmen/images/001/133/1133106.jpg" /></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#3366ff;">Simplesmente BOM !!! Ñ há outra palavra..é memo..fg..linduh de morer..as fãs commpreendem o k kero dizer...lolo...bjs..fkm bem... </span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9203973-111003595045521087?l=cris2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ronaldinhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00603478034617433583noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9203973.post-1107967267431907612005-02-09T08:40:00.000-08:002005-02-09T08:41:07.430-08:00<img src="http://www.gifsgifsgifs.blogger.com.br/Saudades.gif" /> <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9203973-110796726743190761?l=cris2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ronaldinhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00603478034617433583noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9203973.post-1107874955419178382005-02-08T07:01:00.000-08:002005-02-09T08:42:36.153-08:00<img src="http://www.diddl.planet.pl/Diddl/eee.gif" /> <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9203973-110787495541917838?l=cris2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ronaldinhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00603478034617433583noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9203973.post-1107799387615483932005-02-07T10:00:00.000-08:002005-02-07T10:03:07.616-08:00<img src="http://www.gifsgifsgifs.blogger.com.br/Ninguemerece.gif" /> <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9203973-110779938761548393?l=cris2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ronaldinhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00603478034617433583noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9203973.post-1107776323964173112005-02-07T03:35:00.000-08:002005-02-07T03:38:43.966-08:00<img src="http://www.more_thanwords.blogger.com.br/Naoespere.gif"><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9203973-110777632396417311?l=cris2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ronaldinhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00603478034617433583noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9203973.post-1107346176058744862005-02-02T04:06:00.000-08:002005-02-02T04:09:36.056-08:00<span style="color:#3366ff;">Mesmo sem querer,</span> <br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">hoje olhei para trás...</span> <br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">Eu encontrei-te, </span> <br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">encontrei lembranças</span> <br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">De um tempo que não voltará mais.</span> <br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">Não senti vontade de ficar no passado,</span> <br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">Muito pelo contrário, </span> <br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">E vi as coisas boas que eu um dia vivi.</span> <br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">Eu olhei para trás, </span> <br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">mas não senti nenhuma dor</span> <br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">Eu apenas entendi que cada coisa ficou no seu lugar.</span> <br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">Todo o sentimento e todo o amor</span> <br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">É no passado que devem estar...</span> <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9203973-110734617605874486?l=cris2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ronaldinhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00603478034617433583noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9203973.post-1100952937442269422005-01-27T03:52:00.000-08:002005-02-07T10:04:47.433-08:00<div align="justify"><span style="color:#ff0000;">Daniel Bedingfield - If You're Not The One</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#3366ff;">If You're Not The One <br />If you’re not the one then why does my soul feel glad today? <br />If you’re not the one then why does my hand fit yours this way? <br />If you are not mine then why does your heart return my call <br />If you are not mine would I have the strength to stand at all <br />I never know what the future brings <br />But I know you are here with me now <br />We’ll make it through <br />And I hope you are the one I share my life with <br />I don’t want to run away but I can’t take it, I don’t <br />understand <br />If I’m not made for you then why does my heart tell me that I <br />am? <br />Is there any way that I can stay in your arms? <br />If I don’t need you then why am I crying on my bed? <br />If I don’t need you then why does your name resound in my head? <br />If you’re not for me then why does this distance maim my life? <br />If you’re not for me then why do I dream of you as my wife? <br />I don’t know why you’re so far away <br />But I know that this much is true <br />We’ll make it through <br />And I hope you are the one I share my life with <br />And I wish that you could be the one I die with <br />And I pray in you’re the one I build my home with <br />I hope I love you all my life <br />I don’t want to run away but I can’t take it, I don’t <br />understand <br />If I’m not made for you then why does my heart tell me that I <br />am <br />Is there any way that I can stay in your arms? <br />‘Cause I miss you, body and soul so strong that it takes my <br />breath away <br />And I breathe you into my heart and pray for the strength to <br />stand today <br />‘Cause I love you, whether it’s wrong or right <br />And though I can’t be with you tonight <br />And know my heart is by your side <br />I don’t want to run away but I can’t take it, I don’t <br />understand <br />If I’m not made for you then why does my heart tell me that I <br />am <br />Is there any way that I</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></div><div align="right"><span style="color:#006600;">«</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9203973-110095293744226942?l=cris2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ronaldinhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00603478034617433583noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9203973.post-1106504018983491052005-01-23T10:12:00.000-08:002005-01-23T10:13:38.983-08:00<img src="http://www.gifsgifsgifs.blogger.com.br/gif_espelho.gif"><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9203973-110650401898349105?l=cris2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ronaldinhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00603478034617433583noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9203973.post-1104923743559948782005-01-05T03:13:00.000-08:002005-01-05T03:15:43.560-08:00<img src="http://www.futsalplanet.com/old/champs/PORTUGAL/clubs-logo/P-sporting.jpg"> <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9203973-110492374355994878?l=cris2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ronaldinhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00603478034617433583noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9203973.post-1102173846468264642004-12-04T07:22:00.000-08:002004-12-04T07:24:06.466-08:00<p> <br /><span style="color:#6600cc;">Amigo é aquele que, se preciso, chora pela gente,Amigo é aquele que, se sentimos, também sente.Amigo é aquele que está ao nosso lado constantemente.Amigo é aquele que está ao nosso lado para esperar o que vem pela frente. <br />Um amigo que seja sincero,Um amigo que respeite.O amigo que eu quero,Tem que ser do meu jeito. <br />Amigo verdadeiro é para todas as horas,Horas tristes, em que a gente chora.Horas alegres, em que a gente canta.Os males e angústias, a gente espanta. <br />Um amigo é para dia e noite,Meses ou anos.Mesmo quando brigamosEle estará sempre em nossa mente. <br />Cada amigo que conquistamosÉ uma conquista inigualável.É mais uma pessoa na qual pensamos,É mais um amigo que amamos. <br />Amigo: preto ou branco,Todos são especiais.Basta que tenha o coração puro,É isso que importa, nada mais!</span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9203973-110217384646826464?l=cris2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ronaldinhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00603478034617433583noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9203973.post-1100965077831902932004-11-20T07:17:00.000-08:002004-11-20T07:37:57.836-08:00<div align="center"><span style="color:#993399;">Anedotas:</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#3333ff;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#3333ff;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff6666;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="color:#000000;">No consultório dentista:</span></div><div align="left">-O seu dente está morto.</div><div align="left">-Então arranca-se, não é doutor?</div><div align="left">-Posso pôr uma coroa...</div><div align="left">-Não, não, prefiro enterrá-lo sem cerimónias...</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">------------------------------------------------</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">Na aula de História:</div><div align="left">-O que sabes sobro os navegadores portugueses?</div><div align="left">-Bem...eu sei...</div><div align="left">-O quê?</div><div align="left">-Que já morreram!</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">------------------------------------------------</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">-Estou? É do 999 999 999?</div><div align="left">-Não,é do 666 666 666.</div><div align="left">-Bolas, voltei a marcar ao contrário!</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">-----------------------------------------------</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">Filho para o pai:</div><div align="left">-Hoje saí com o teu carro.Queres</div><div align="left">que te conte como foi ou preferes saber </div><div align="left">amanhã, pelos jornais?</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">----------------------------------------------</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">Vira-se o professor para o Joãozinho e diz:</div><div align="left">-Diz-me o verbo andar no presente.</div><div align="left">-Eu...ando...tu..andas...ele anda.</div><div align="left">-Mais rápido joão!</div><div align="left">-Nós corremos...</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">----------------------------------------------</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9203973-110096507783190293?l=cris2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ronaldinhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00603478034617433583noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9203973.post-1100693302757143082004-11-17T13:08:00.000-08:002004-11-17T04:19:26.523-08:00<span style="color:#9999ff;">Oii...este é o meu primeiro blog!!! :)</span> <br /><span style="color:#000000;">Foi feito na minha primeira aula de Informática....espero k gostem e k se divirtam </span> <br />com ele... <br />Mts beijos.....espero k fikem meus fãs....lolol <br /> <br /> <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9203973-110069330275714308?l=cris2005.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>ronaldinhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00603478034617433583noreply@blogger.com1