<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255372</id><updated>2011-04-21T23:35:43.367+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Lumus</title><subtitle type='html'>"Make sure the fortune that you seek is the fortune that you need" &lt;br&gt;     
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Fechar as portas com os pés… tenho medo dos choques da electricidade estática…    Imaginar conversas e depois ficar mais contente por ter dito “isto e aquilo” que queria ter dito mas afinal nunca disse…    Fazer coisas especiais para as </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255372/posts/default/114114882418479957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255372/posts/default/114114882418479957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lumus.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#114114882418479957' title=''/><author><name>Zi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02582517385595432787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255372.post-113717666242876200</id><published>2006-01-13T18:22:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-13T18:24:22.440Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bad day..."...pois tás a precisar k alguém te vah buscar , te dê um abraço e uns beijinhos, te leve ao cinema e depois te meta na camita, puxe os cobertores e te diga "the sun will come out tomorrow"  ... "Are you perfect or what?Thank GOD ur here, in my life... I love you!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255372/posts/default/113717666242876200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255372/posts/default/113717666242876200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lumus.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113717666242876200' title=''/><author><name>Zi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02582517385595432787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255372.post-113674770740728053</id><published>2006-01-08T19:10:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-08T19:15:08.183Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>O propósito do Lumus!     Porque será que as pessoas escrevem tantos blogs?  Surgem do nada, do coisa nenhuma e, de repente, são o reflexo do pensamento, o depósito de todos os sonhos, a caixinha mágica das ilusões, o livro completo das historias infindáveis que escrevemos sobre nós ou sobre o que nos agrada ou desagrada.   O blog é, no fundo, o mundo de quem o escreve.             Iniciei este </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255372/posts/default/113674770740728053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255372/posts/default/113674770740728053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lumus.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113674770740728053' title=''/><author><name>Zi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02582517385595432787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255372.post-113258114195468156</id><published>2005-11-21T13:49:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-21T13:52:22.126Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255372/posts/default/113258114195468156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255372/posts/default/113258114195468156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lumus.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113258114195468156' title=''/><author><name>Zi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02582517385595432787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255372.post-113084165231431519</id><published>2005-11-01T10:39:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-01T10:40:52.333Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Ás vezes a felicidade tem um nome. Não vou entrar em grandes definições de felicidade nem sinónimos e afins pois este é um conceito vago, subjectivo e passageiro. Temos surtos de felicidade, nada mais. O que é certo é que tu tens feito com que esses surtos sejam recorrentes na minha vida. Tornas os meus dias melhores, ajudas-me a ultrapassar barreiras que se calhar pensava que nunca iria superar</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255372/posts/default/113084165231431519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255372/posts/default/113084165231431519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lumus.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113084165231431519' title=''/><author><name>Zi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02582517385595432787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255372.post-113084271405497373</id><published>2005-10-28T10:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T10:58:34.056Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>FINALMENTE!'TÁ FEITO!Obrigada a todos os amigos que me ajudaram a estudar, que me deram força para ir sempre tentando, que acompanharam todos os passos "Já passaste às gincanas, 'tá feito, Susy!", que ligaram antes "Força nisso, vais ver que corre bem", que ligaram depois "PARABÉÉÉÉNS", que fizeram perguntas "Vá diga-me lá quais são os pontos fracos do esófago", que ajudaram a decorar ramos </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255372/posts/default/113084271405497373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255372/posts/default/113084271405497373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lumus.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#113084271405497373' title=''/><author><name>Zi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02582517385595432787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255372.post-112716086534531646</id><published>2005-09-19T21:12:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T21:16:12.480+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The sun’ll come out, tomorrow,Bet your bottom dollar, that tomorrow,There’ll be sun,Just thinkin’ about, tomorrow,Clears away the cobwebs and the sorrow, till’ there’s none,When I’m stuck with a day, that’s grey and lonely,I just stick out my chin, and grin, and say,Oh, the sun’ll come out tomorrow,So you gotta’ hang on till’ tomorrow,Come what may.Tomorrow tomorrow, I love you tomorrow,Your’e </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255372/posts/default/112716086534531646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255372/posts/default/112716086534531646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lumus.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112716086534531646' title=''/><author><name>Zi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02582517385595432787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255372.post-112704308145422736</id><published>2005-09-18T12:21:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T12:31:21.460+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> I miss your touch, I miss your kiss, I miss your strong arms around me, I miss your smile, I miss the way you throw your hair back, I miss your way of saying hello, I miss the way I never want to say goodbye. I miss your fragrance, I miss your scent, I miss you gentle way, I miss your body next to mine. I miss your love, I miss your hug, I miss your hand in mine, I miss your eyes, your tender </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255372/posts/default/112704308145422736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255372/posts/default/112704308145422736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lumus.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112704308145422736' title=''/><author><name>Zi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02582517385595432787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255372.post-112634440564534595</id><published>2005-09-10T10:24:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T21:17:17.013+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Accidentally In Love  by Counting CrowsSo she said what's the problem babyWhat's the problem I don't knowWell maybe I'm in love (love)Think about it every timeI think about itCan't stop thinking 'bout itHow much longer will it take to cure thisJust to cure it cause I can't ignore it if it's love (love)Makes me wanna turn around and face me but I don't know nothing 'bout love,ohCome on, come </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255372/posts/default/112634440564534595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255372/posts/default/112634440564534595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lumus.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112634440564534595' title=''/><author><name>Zi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02582517385595432787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255372.post-112604842682295759</id><published>2005-09-07T00:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T00:19:43.080+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Adams:I finally found someoneThat knocks me off my feetI finally found the oneThat makes me feel completeStreisand:It started over coffeeWe started out as friendsIt's funny how from simple thingsThe best things beginAdams:This time it's differentAnd it's all because of youIt's better than it's ever beenBoth:'Cause we can talk it throughStreisand:My favorite line was"Can I call you sometime?"It's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255372/posts/default/112604842682295759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255372/posts/default/112604842682295759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lumus.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112604842682295759' title=''/><author><name>Zi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02582517385595432787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255372.post-112594680891496727</id><published>2005-09-05T19:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T20:00:08.923+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tenho livros e papéis espalhados pelo chão.A poeira duma vida deve ter algum sentido:Uma pista, um sinal de qualquer recordação,Uma frase onde te encontre e me deixe comovido.  Guardo na palma da mão o calor dos objectosCom as datas e locais, por que brincas, por que risE depois o arrepio, a memória dos afectosMmmmmm Que me deixa mais feliz.  Deixa-te ficar na minha casa.Há janelas que tu não </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255372/posts/default/112594680891496727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255372/posts/default/112594680891496727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lumus.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112594680891496727' title=''/><author><name>Zi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02582517385595432787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255372.post-112574404961320727</id><published>2005-09-02T11:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-09-03T11:40:53.100+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Que saudades!!!Estou desejosa que comece o novo ano TFMUC!Ontem eu e a Ritinha estivemos a ter mil ideias, todas aos trambolhões e a tentar escrevê-las num papel. Assim que começar o ano já as vamos pôr em prática!Quem conhecer caloiras da FMUC faxavor de lhes comunicar que existe uma TUNA FEMININA na faculdade!!! E mesmo quem não for caloira será muito bem-vinda a integrar o nosso grupo!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255372/posts/default/112574404961320727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255372/posts/default/112574404961320727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lumus.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112574404961320727' title=''/><author><name>Zi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02582517385595432787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255372.post-112527624949068941</id><published>2005-08-29T01:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T01:44:09.496+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Happy Birthday to me :)E os amigos sempre a fazerem os meus dias melhores, super, hiper, mega, felizes :)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255372/posts/default/112527624949068941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255372/posts/default/112527624949068941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lumus.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112527624949068941' title=''/><author><name>Zi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02582517385595432787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255372.post-112513540456057795</id><published>2005-08-27T10:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T10:36:44.626+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Birthday present in advanced!Pois é, o meu pai ofereceu-me uma máquina fotográfica fantástica.Tiramos esta foto a testar a qualidade das fotos em sítios escuros (no light at all)... para eu saber como vão ficar as fotos da tuna (que normalmente tiramos de noite e ... trajadas) porque preto com preto faz com que a maior parte das fotos não fiquem como queríamos. E é um autêntico pecado deixar </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255372/posts/default/112513540456057795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255372/posts/default/112513540456057795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lumus.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112513540456057795' title=''/><author><name>Zi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02582517385595432787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255372.post-112482610964223041</id><published>2005-08-23T20:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-08-23T20:41:49.650+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>  Fogueiras de um santo qualquer…              Nunca se deve deixar crianças sozinhas a brincar com os fósforos… e quanto aos adultos? Talvez neste caso as consequências sejam bem piores…O problema é que quando as pessoas crescem sem educação são autênticas crianças grandes, ou pior, são adultos selvagens, sem qualquer respeito pelas regras da sociedade. Para os fãs da liberdade, ou da actual </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255372/posts/default/112482610964223041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255372/posts/default/112482610964223041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lumus.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112482610964223041' title=''/><author><name>Zi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02582517385595432787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255372.post-112283394937071185</id><published>2005-07-31T19:16:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-31T19:20:08.523+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>    Envolvi-me em tiNessas vidas quentesEntre os linhos salvos e sãos           Já que estou aquiTraz-me também as sobrasDesses maus augúrios vãos         E suporta-me os desejosNem que os deixes de sentir           Encontrarei o motivoPra te ter aquiPra te ter aqui         Sucumbi por DeusNesse leito baptizadoE fazia-o outra vez          Só para ter-te a meu ladoE sentir-te pertoFazer o que </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255372/posts/default/112283394937071185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255372/posts/default/112283394937071185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lumus.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112283394937071185' title=''/><author><name>Zi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02582517385595432787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255372.post-112224435521757597</id><published>2005-07-25T12:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-24T23:32:35.226+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Parabéns meu anjinho!         Mesmo viciada na minha XBOX arranjo tempo para escrever para ti, como é óbvio! Todo o tempo do mundo…sempre. E que hei-de dizer-te que já não te tenha dito? Que te adoro? Velho, velho… Que és uma das minhas melhores amigas? Mais velho ainda… Parabéns? Seria conveniente mas está mais do que batido. Mas como não me ocorre mais nada vou mesmo dizer o que já está mais </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255372/posts/default/112224435521757597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255372/posts/default/112224435521757597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lumus.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112224435521757597' title=''/><author><name>Zi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02582517385595432787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255372.post-112184825547519878</id><published>2005-07-20T09:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T18:04:02.700+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ou esta... é menos bonita mas melhor... tem menos jogos mas tem muito mais opções...Acho que vou para esta... acho que sim :)Opiniões?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255372/posts/default/112184825547519878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255372/posts/default/112184825547519878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lumus.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112184825547519878' title=''/><author><name>Zi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02582517385595432787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255372.post-112176622379080502</id><published>2005-07-19T10:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T10:43:43.796+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I can almost feel it...                      ... holidays...                                           ...coming!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255372/posts/default/112176622379080502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255372/posts/default/112176622379080502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lumus.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112176622379080502' title=''/><author><name>Zi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02582517385595432787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255372.post-112168481978043804</id><published>2005-07-18T12:04:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T12:07:00.876+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ALGUÉM CHIPA PS2?QUERO CHIPAR 2 PS2 SLIM V12 COM MATRIX INFINITYZONA DE COIMBRASE CONHECEREM ALGUÉM E-MAIL ME PLEASE :)LUMUS@PORTUGALMAIL.PT  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255372/posts/default/112168481978043804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255372/posts/default/112168481978043804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lumus.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112168481978043804' title=''/><author><name>Zi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02582517385595432787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255372.post-112159510677758885</id><published>2005-07-17T11:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T11:11:46.783+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Eu e o Nuno estamos in love...     ... with our future PLAYSTATIONS!!! </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255372/posts/default/112159510677758885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255372/posts/default/112159510677758885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lumus.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112159510677758885' title=''/><author><name>Zi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02582517385595432787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255372.post-112151075178647537</id><published>2005-07-16T11:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-16T11:46:38.706+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Deve-se partir do principio de que, se se é um anão inteligente, é melhor subir aos ombros de um gigante qualquer, mesmo se fôr de altura modesta, ou mesmo de outro anão. Temos sempre tempo depois para ver mais longe..."  Umberto Eco citado pelo Sr. Professor Dr. António Maló de Abreu na minha sebenta de Prótese Parcial Removível</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255372/posts/default/112151075178647537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255372/posts/default/112151075178647537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lumus.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112151075178647537' title=''/><author><name>Zi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02582517385595432787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255372.post-112109473545147750</id><published>2005-07-11T16:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T19:27:01.243+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Science! :) Larger than live!Meaning the world right know!Feeling like a little Dexter exploring my laboratory!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255372/posts/default/112109473545147750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255372/posts/default/112109473545147750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lumus.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112109473545147750' title=''/><author><name>Zi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02582517385595432787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255372.post-112092834350178579</id><published>2005-07-10T17:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-09T18:06:20.453+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The book of love is long and boringNo one can lift the damn thingIt's full of charts and facts and figures and instructions for dancingBut II love it when you read to meAnd youYou can read me anythingThe book of love has music in itIn fact that's where music comes fromSome of it is just transcendentalSome of it is just really dumbBut II love it when you sing to meAnd youYou can sing me </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255372/posts/default/112092834350178579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255372/posts/default/112092834350178579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lumus.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112092834350178579' title=''/><author><name>Zi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02582517385595432787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255372.post-112086385551744277</id><published>2005-07-09T23:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-09T00:04:15.526+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Acho que devias aproveitar as andorinhas e voar para o Planeta que queres... sabes que às vezes não interessa como vamos, nem que caminhos percorremos, desde que cheguemos ao nosso destino com a consciência tranquila... Escuta o  teu coração, ele dir-te-á o que fazer...Estamos sempre a tempo de mudar, seguir o caminho que achamos mais correcto, aproveitar o voo das andorinhas...Faz isso... por ti</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255372/posts/default/112086385551744277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255372/posts/default/112086385551744277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lumus.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112086385551744277' title=''/><author><name>Zi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02582517385595432787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255372.post-112083406657214269</id><published>2005-07-08T15:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-08T15:47:46.576+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Too hot!Nem consigo estudar em lado nenhum!!!:|</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255372/posts/default/112083406657214269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255372/posts/default/112083406657214269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lumus.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112083406657214269' title=''/><author><name>Zi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02582517385595432787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255372.post-112072792188564403</id><published>2005-07-07T10:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T10:25:24.570+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Desemprego em Portugal          Agora escrevi o título e até me pareceu anedota! É obvio que não da vontade absolutamente nenhuma de rir, quando pensamos nas pobres famílias cujo pai ou mãe são obrigados a abandonar o posto de trabalho por fecho de uma fábrica ou outra qualquer empresa, sabendo que o sustento de uma casa vai diminuir para metade, quiçá para zero pois muitos trabalham em sítios </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255372/posts/default/112072792188564403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255372/posts/default/112072792188564403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lumus.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112072792188564403' title=''/><author><name>Zi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02582517385595432787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255372.post-112055495675242432</id><published>2005-07-05T10:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T10:15:56.756+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Foi mesmo bom ver-te e ouvir as nossas guitarras e vozes a soar em conjunto novamente. É nestas alturas que me apercebo que me fazes mesmo falta! Como vai ser quando acabarmos o curso? Mas enquanto te tenho por cá é melhor não pensar nisso. Ainda temos mais dois anos para brilhar em conjunto nos palcos de Portugal e além fronteiras. Mas ontem foi, sem dúvida alguma, um ensaio “à nossa medida” </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255372/posts/default/112055495675242432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255372/posts/default/112055495675242432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lumus.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112055495675242432' title=''/><author><name>Zi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02582517385595432787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255372.post-112048768313380334</id><published>2005-07-04T15:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T15:34:43.140+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"The most dangerous thing to want...is more..."</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255372/posts/default/112048768313380334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255372/posts/default/112048768313380334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lumus.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112048768313380334' title=''/><author><name>Zi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02582517385595432787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255372.post-112038400961923342</id><published>2005-07-03T10:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-03T10:46:49.626+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Ir à feira popular faz-me sempre lembrar quando era pequenina e os fins-de-semana eram passados em Lisboa, na casa da avó. A sexta-feira à noite era para a Mãe fazer compras nas Amoreiras. O sábado de manhã era para visitar e almoçar no jardim zoológico e o sábado à tarde era para ir à feira popular e jantar também lá. O domingo era um berreiro tremendo porque não me queria vir embora depois do </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255372/posts/default/112038400961923342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255372/posts/default/112038400961923342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lumus.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112038400961923342' title=''/><author><name>Zi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02582517385595432787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255372.post-112038423958352118</id><published>2005-07-03T08:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-07-03T10:50:39.583+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>PARABÉNS FOFUXÃO! QUE TENHAS UM DIA LINDO COMO TU! GRANDE, GRANDE, MEGA BEIJINHO DA TUA AMIGA SUSY ;)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255372/posts/default/112038423958352118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255372/posts/default/112038423958352118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lumus.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112038423958352118' title=''/><author><name>Zi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02582517385595432787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255372.post-112016937681929300</id><published>2005-07-01T23:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T23:09:36.826+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>  Sabem? Às vezes arranjamos as horas mais esquisitas para escrever, as inspirações nas horas mais desesperantes… Sim, vou ter um exame. Inspirei-me mesmo agora, com uma mensagem que me mandaram, um dilema que surgiu entre o que manda o coração e o cérebro, alternadamente. E dou por mim no mesmo dilema… escrevo, não escrevo, estudo, não estudo, durmo, não durmo. Mas acho que a pessoa em questão </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255372/posts/default/112016937681929300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255372/posts/default/112016937681929300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lumus.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112016937681929300' title=''/><author><name>Zi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02582517385595432787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255372.post-112013521764898090</id><published>2005-06-30T13:24:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T13:40:17.653+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Citando Blink 182 - "I miss u, miss u, miss u..."Estava ali a olhar para a foto-montagem com alguns dos meus grandes amigos e, de repente, deixei-me ficar mais tempo a olhar para a nossa foto. Que tiramos no jantar da tuna, no dia da famosa actuação. Foi um dos melhores dias da minha vida académica, sem dúvida. Não só pela actuação mas também por aquilo que se passou atrás de uma daquelas </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255372/posts/default/112013521764898090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255372/posts/default/112013521764898090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lumus.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#112013521764898090' title=''/><author><name>Zi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02582517385595432787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255372.post-111996144773460251</id><published>2005-06-29T13:23:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-28T13:24:07.740+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>  O pior cego…            Não, não estou aqui para falar das péssimas condições que o país, corrijo, mundo tem para acolher as pessoas que não são munidas de um dos mais preciosos sentidos – a visão. Será assim tão precioso? Claro que é, e nunca nos queremos ver sem ele. Mas às vezes, tal como tudo na vida, a visão é atraiçoada por qualquer outro sentido, que damos ao que vemos.Sim, eu sou das </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255372/posts/default/111996144773460251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255372/posts/default/111996144773460251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lumus.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111996144773460251' title=''/><author><name>Zi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02582517385595432787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255372.post-111986568772721602</id><published>2005-06-28T10:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T10:48:07.806+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> LUV U ALL!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255372/posts/default/111986568772721602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255372/posts/default/111986568772721602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lumus.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111986568772721602' title=''/><author><name>Zi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02582517385595432787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255372.post-111986324889057840</id><published>2005-06-27T10:04:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T10:07:29.983+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>LOVE, LOVE, LOVE...People should never fall out of love, even when there’s no love in return. ‘Cause when you’re in love, your world seems bigger, the sea seems larger, the sky seems closer, the sun seems higher and your huge smile was never seen at all.   When you’re out of love nothing seems so great, and there’s no one to think of, no one you’d like to call in a cold night, no arms you’ll fell</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255372/posts/default/111986324889057840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255372/posts/default/111986324889057840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lumus.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111986324889057840' title=''/><author><name>Zi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02582517385595432787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255372.post-111986332985967631</id><published>2005-06-26T17:08:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T10:08:49.860+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Rendi-me...                                         ... às imagens...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255372/posts/default/111986332985967631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255372/posts/default/111986332985967631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lumus.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111986332985967631' title=''/><author><name>Zi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02582517385595432787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255372.post-111970421662473533</id><published>2005-06-25T13:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-25T13:56:56.630+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Aqui está o meu GOLDEN RETRIEVER que o Pai Natal nunca me trouxe. Hoje voltei a sonhar com ele... o meu Kevin, Buddy, Jimmy... tantos nomes que ele já teve mas nunca esteve ao pé de mim. Principalmente a ajudar-me a curar esta fobia estúpida... como é que alguém que adora cães pode ter um medo bárbaro deles como eu?Já tenho nome, sítio, veterinário e principalmente um amor imenso para dar ao </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255372/posts/default/111970421662473533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255372/posts/default/111970421662473533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lumus.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111970421662473533' title=''/><author><name>Zi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02582517385595432787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255372.post-111934135986957847</id><published>2005-06-21T09:04:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T09:09:19.873+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Andamos mesmo afectados com os exames. Ontem, estava eu à conversa com o meu grande amigo Nuno, depois de termos feito mais um exame do tipo 2 em 1, e diz-me ele assim, a propósito das profecias que ele faz de que eu vou ter filhos gémeos..."Oh Susy, ter gémeos é a mesma coisa que fazer aqueles exames com duas cadeiras"Desculpa, tinha mesmo que partilhar isto. Fartei-me de rir e apesar daquele </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255372/posts/default/111934135986957847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255372/posts/default/111934135986957847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lumus.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111934135986957847' title=''/><author><name>Zi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02582517385595432787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255372.post-111865738240896406</id><published>2005-06-13T11:08:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-13T11:09:42.416+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Por agora... desculpa...  E se te dissesse que vivo amedrontada a cada dia que passa? Lá estou eu com o fruto do meu exagero e da minha imaturidade. Mas sinto-me assim… intensa, todos os dias.Se te dissesse que em cada segundo penso que podes vir a reprovar as minhas atitudes? Que não sei o que fazer, embora saiba o que é correcto? Mas nem tudo o que parece certo é simples de cumprir, de seguir.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255372/posts/default/111865738240896406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255372/posts/default/111865738240896406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lumus.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111865738240896406' title=''/><author><name>Zi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02582517385595432787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255372.post-111787579135623418</id><published>2005-06-04T09:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-04T10:03:11.363+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>  Ser velho...Não consigo ouvir a música da Mafalda Veiga – Velho – sem que me venham as lágrimas aos olhos. Se já ouviram, sabem do que falo.    Hoje em dia as pessoas de idade são discriminadas pela sociedade. Quantas vezes os vemos nos jardins, solitários, a olhar cada pessoa que passa, a tentarem ser vistos por alguém. Quantas vezes nos perguntam as horas só para ter alguma pessoa com quem </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255372/posts/default/111787579135623418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255372/posts/default/111787579135623418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lumus.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111787579135623418' title=''/><author><name>Zi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02582517385595432787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255372.post-111787443129584076</id><published>2005-06-03T18:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-04T09:40:31.300+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>  Reportagem que escrevi para o jornal da faculdade... Mordente! TFMUC além-mar      Foi no passado dia 15 de Abril, às 2h da manhã que a TFMUC se dirigiu à rodoviária de Coimbra para seguir para Lisboa em direcção ao aeroporto da Portela! – Meninas! Vamos aos Açores!!! – O grande entusiasmo e alegria dominavam o grupo enquanto não nos cansávamos de tocar e cantar naquele aeroporto quase vazio. A</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255372/posts/default/111787443129584076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255372/posts/default/111787443129584076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lumus.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111787443129584076' title=''/><author><name>Zi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02582517385595432787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255372.post-111787428068765205</id><published>2005-06-02T09:34:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-04T09:41:34.853+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I Bruise Easily by Natasha BedingfieldMy skin is like a mapof where my heart has beenAnd i cant hide the marksbut its not a negative thingSo i let down my guarddrop my defences down by my clothesI'm learning to fallwith no safety net to cushion the blowI bruise easilyso be gentle when u handle meTheres a mark you leaveLike a love heart carved on a treeI bruise easilyCant stratch the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255372/posts/default/111787428068765205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255372/posts/default/111787428068765205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lumus.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111787428068765205' title=''/><author><name>Zi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02582517385595432787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255372.post-111641635150454702</id><published>2005-05-18T12:37:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-18T12:39:11.506+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>...e começa, assim como quem não quer a coisa, mais uma Época de Exames... lá vou eu estudar que nem uma moura... e enquanto não acabam as aulas é a odisseia do impossível...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255372/posts/default/111641635150454702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255372/posts/default/111641635150454702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lumus.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111641635150454702' title=''/><author><name>Zi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02582517385595432787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255372.post-111635536917635194</id><published>2005-05-17T19:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-18T12:37:10.113+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Balanço da QueimaFoi mesmo FENOMENAL! Todos os dias foram excepcionais, mesmo os que tentei passar a dormir… A noite de serenata foi única, o jantar na casa da Betinha com a Ana aos saltos em cima da Simpática (uma égua) – não me deixem caiiiiir! – as danças do tauísmo do grande Mário e a buba da minha parceira… ok, ok, estavas só alegre ;)! Temos aí mil fotos a documentar a grande noite que </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255372/posts/default/111635536917635194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255372/posts/default/111635536917635194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lumus.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111635536917635194' title=''/><author><name>Zi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02582517385595432787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255372.post-111581788057996545</id><published>2005-05-11T14:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-11T14:24:40.623+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>E VIVA A QUEIMA!!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255372/posts/default/111581788057996545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255372/posts/default/111581788057996545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lumus.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111581788057996545' title=''/><author><name>Zi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02582517385595432787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255372.post-111555581482283892</id><published>2005-05-08T13:34:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-08T13:44:50.456+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>  FOI LINDO!!!BELO E AMARELO!!!TFMUC... É SÓ POWER!!!Obrigada aos amigos todos que foram ver!!!Foi mesmo muiiiiiiiito especial!TFMUC FOREVER :D</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255372/posts/default/111555581482283892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255372/posts/default/111555581482283892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lumus.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111555581482283892' title=''/><author><name>Zi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02582517385595432787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255372.post-111523872775764638</id><published>2005-05-04T21:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T21:32:07.816+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>É já no sábado que me apago... TFMUC! Bela e amarela! Vai actuar no Queimódromo! Acho que nem tenho palavras para descrever isto! A sério... estou aqui a explodir de felicidade a saber que as Antigas Tunas também vão actuar! Pessoas que deixaram MESMO saudades... vou apagar-me totalmente... vou levar todos os lenços de papel que encontrar cá em casa e no Pingo Doce que é aqui ao lado para secar a</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255372/posts/default/111523872775764638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255372/posts/default/111523872775764638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lumus.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111523872775764638' title=''/><author><name>Zi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02582517385595432787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255372.post-111495473810029644</id><published>2005-05-01T14:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-01T14:38:58.103+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> E ontem consegui ver-te mais uma vez…consegui idealizar-te e descrever-te como se já fizesses parte da minha vida… Tu!Vejo-te comigo, de mão dada, a sentir cada aspereza da tua pele amena ou com o teu longo braço a cobrir os meus ombros desnudos. És meigo, terno e sedutor. Vês-me como sou realmente e gostas do que vês. Tens um olhar optimista mas tens os pés bem assentes na terra, ajudas-me a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255372/posts/default/111495473810029644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255372/posts/default/111495473810029644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lumus.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111495473810029644' title=''/><author><name>Zi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02582517385595432787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255372.post-111495179006172808</id><published>2005-04-20T13:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-01T13:49:50.063+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>  A viagem aos Açores foi, sem dúvida alguma, F-E-N-O-M-E-N-A-L! Apesar da organização, provámos que uma tuna, mesmo nas piores condições, se diverte e faz um festão seja em que situação for… Cada vez mais me orgulho de pertencer à TFMUC e de ter todas aquelas miúdas como minhas amigas, fazendo parte da minha grande família do mundo universitário.    Para nós… aqui sai um estrondoso F-R-A! </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255372/posts/default/111495179006172808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255372/posts/default/111495179006172808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lumus.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111495179006172808' title=''/><author><name>Zi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02582517385595432787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255372.post-111349518274626242</id><published>2005-04-14T17:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-14T17:13:02.746+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Vou aos Açores!Com a TFMUC como não podia deixar de ser...Vou à terra do meu amigo Pê que deixou este mundo há pouco mais de um ano... Mas não sem antes me deixar o legado da bela terra Açoriana! Aqui vou eu, Pê, um pouco mais tarde do que tinhamos combinado, mas vou... e quando lá chegar vou sentir que estás lá comigo...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255372/posts/default/111349518274626242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255372/posts/default/111349518274626242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lumus.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111349518274626242' title=''/><author><name>Zi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02582517385595432787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255372.post-111315716214119256</id><published>2005-04-10T19:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-10T19:19:22.140+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Preferia ver-te sempre da mesma maneira. Fazer-te mil serenatas e cantar-te sempre as mesmas músicas. Que o que nos unisse fosse sempre simples, único. Sempre mais evidente do que tu imaginas, presos por um beijo ou por uma tango ao luar.Que a tua aura soprasse sempre na mesma direcção, e que o teu abraço tivesse sempre a mesma exuberância… …e o amor … o amor que fosse sempre irrevogável, como o </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255372/posts/default/111315716214119256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255372/posts/default/111315716214119256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lumus.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111315716214119256' title=''/><author><name>Zi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02582517385595432787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255372.post-111253706020972994</id><published>2005-04-02T15:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T15:04:20.213+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>             Morreu Karol Josef Wojtyla Morreu o Papa. Foi na Praça de São Pedro, ao som dos repetidos cânticos e rezares da humanidade, que foi ditada a adiada ventura do nosso Papa João Paulo II cujo pontificado durou desde 1978 até ao dia de hoje.Custa-me sempre o grande aparato que a comunicação social faz em volta das pessoas, especialmente quando merecem um excepcional respeito da nossa </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255372/posts/default/111253706020972994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255372/posts/default/111253706020972994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lumus.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111253706020972994' title=''/><author><name>Zi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02582517385595432787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255372.post-111211554098547522</id><published>2005-03-29T17:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-03-29T17:59:00.993+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Socorram a Polícia!Socorro! Acudam! – gritava o Américo. Quem é o Américo? Que pergunta…Américo é o “Xô” guarda. Tive um professor na faculdade que tinha a mania de substituir a palavra “senhor” por “xô”. Foi com ele que aprendi o significado do “xô” que se ouve de vez em quando numa esquina…Também de quando em vez, numa esquadra, lá aparece o “xô” Américo. De bigode emproado, dirige-se aos </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255372/posts/default/111211554098547522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255372/posts/default/111211554098547522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lumus.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111211554098547522' title=''/><author><name>Zi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02582517385595432787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255372.post-111183856661258175</id><published>2005-03-26T12:02:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-03-26T12:02:46.616Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Revolta e dor de cotoveloPois bem, estava a passear no fórum de um amigo meu, o fórum Coimbra que tem feito imenso sucesso (visitem em www.forumcoimbra.com) quando me deparei com um tópico sobre os médicos e as malfadadas médias que parecem assustar muito boa gente. Criticaram os que lá entram, os professores e os actuais profissionais. Ás vezes pode até haver razão. Só não entendo esta aversão </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255372/posts/default/111183856661258175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255372/posts/default/111183856661258175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lumus.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111183856661258175' title=''/><author><name>Zi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02582517385595432787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255372.post-111143940689681367</id><published>2005-03-21T21:07:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-03-22T18:09:29.666Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Publicidade EnganosaÉ simplesmente uma vergonha. Ou então algo pior do que isso mas como não gosto de dizer palavrões fico-me mesmo pela vergonha, desonra, ofensa, ultraje, escândalo, afronta e desconsideração que o nosso novo primeiro-ministro tem, em relação ao seu país. Ou isso ou então nunca pensou ter competência para ganhar as eleições. E se foi isso também lhe digo que a sua capacidade de </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255372/posts/default/111143940689681367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255372/posts/default/111143940689681367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lumus.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111143940689681367' title=''/><author><name>Zi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02582517385595432787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255372.post-111123614832071147</id><published>2005-03-19T12:39:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-03-19T12:42:28.323Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Those Sweet Wordsby Norah JonesWhat did you sayI know I saw you saying itMy ears won't stop ringingLong enough to hearThose sweet wordsWhat did you sayAnd now the dayThe hour hand has spunBefore the night is doneI just have to hearThose sweet wordsSpoken like a melodyAll your loveIs a lost balloonRising up through the afternoon'Til it could fit on the head of a pinCome on inDid you have a hard </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255372/posts/default/111123614832071147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255372/posts/default/111123614832071147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lumus.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111123614832071147' title=''/><author><name>Zi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02582517385595432787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255372.post-111073746602422725</id><published>2005-03-13T18:09:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-03-13T18:11:06.026Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Gostas de me magoar? Gostas de sentir que fico triste com cada maldade que me dás? Ao contrário de tudo o que dou de mim, para que fiques sempre bem…mesmo que seja para, por breves instantes, conseguir ver-te sorrir… e, de repente, sem saber porquê, recebo uma resposta torcida, uma frase infeliz que acaba com o meu dia… Porque veio de ti e porque acho que não mereço. Porque tento nunca fazer-te </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255372/posts/default/111073746602422725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255372/posts/default/111073746602422725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lumus.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111073746602422725' title=''/><author><name>Zi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02582517385595432787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255372.post-111057969400093083</id><published>2005-03-11T22:19:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-03-11T22:21:34.003Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Gosto de ficar assim. Sentar-me ao pé de ti e sentir cada fôlego teu perto de mim. Saber que faço parte de ti intermitentemente. O meu ombro colado ao teu. Parte da minha perna na tua… e fico assim estulta, queda, à espera que esse momento ébrio nunca acabe...Pego na tua mão – como ela completa a minha! – Descubro cada aspereza, tal amenidade, e aperto-a para não me escapar. Sou tua! Como sou… E </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255372/posts/default/111057969400093083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255372/posts/default/111057969400093083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lumus.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111057969400093083' title=''/><author><name>Zi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02582517385595432787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255372.post-111029355259915756</id><published>2005-03-08T14:51:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-03-08T14:54:00.916Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ah, miúdas! Quem bem que me fazem os ensaios. Entrar naquele elevador manhoso e começar a ouvir as vossas vozes, chegar à sala, receber abraços, sorrisos e sentar-me no chão frio do longo corredor a fazer música, sonhos, ter explosões de felicidade só porque descobrimos mais um acorde de uma banda sonora qualquer que não sai da nossa cabeça.Formar a meia lua e gritar FORÇA TUNA! enquanto vibramos</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255372/posts/default/111029355259915756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255372/posts/default/111029355259915756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lumus.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111029355259915756' title=''/><author><name>Zi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02582517385595432787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255372.post-111029269267579918</id><published>2005-03-06T14:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-03-08T14:39:31.133Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ás vezes acho que não sei nada de mim. Não me alcanço. Espero coisas diferentes e reacções distintas. Espero sofrer por algo e acaba por me fazer melhor, espero ficar muito feliz com outra coisa e acaba por me ser indiferente. Se nem eu própria consigo prever as minhas acções e reacções, como posso esperar que outra pessoa o faça?Por isso não percebo as mulheres que esperam, invariavelmente, que </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255372/posts/default/111029269267579918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255372/posts/default/111029269267579918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lumus.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111029269267579918' title=''/><author><name>Zi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02582517385595432787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255372.post-111029386696888224</id><published>2005-03-05T14:54:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-03-08T14:59:00.883Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bruno Miguel"Faz Assim"Era tão estranhote olhar dentro dos olhose ver na minha frentetudo que eu sempre quiseu era diferentedos outros caras de vinte anosvocê era uma chancepara eu ser felizeu era simplesmentemais um cara apaixonadoe no seu coração não ia ser ninguémmas é exactamentequando a gente tá cansadoque o coração distraientao a sorte vemfaz assimte dou meu telefonevocê me diz seu nomee a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255372/posts/default/111029386696888224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255372/posts/default/111029386696888224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lumus.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111029386696888224' title=''/><author><name>Zi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02582517385595432787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255372.post-110877151796717676</id><published>2005-02-19T00:04:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-02-19T00:05:17.966Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Pedra é sempre pedra...Sempre pedra, nunca penaDo âmago do juízo cavadoSentes sóbria, a mão extremaDe um antigo amarguradoFoges do eterno inventoDo simples brio da tua almaAludes o pobre, fraco alentoNão vales em ti a terna calmaPedes mais do que valesImagem vã do claro serCursas fio em todos malesIncorres ao invés de viver</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255372/posts/default/110877151796717676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255372/posts/default/110877151796717676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lumus.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110877151796717676' title=''/><author><name>Zi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02582517385595432787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255372.post-110865895289766046</id><published>2005-02-17T16:46:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-02-17T16:49:12.900Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Desilusões…A cada dia sofro decepções vindas das pessoas que menos espero. Serei burrinha de todo, tapada, ingénua, acriançada demais, lerda, verdadeira asna no que diz respeito a confiar nos outros? Devo ser devo… porque dia sim, dia não, aparece um/a grande amigo/a que acorda, no seu dia normal, e pensa invariavelmente: “Hoje vou desiludir alguém, porque não a tola da Susy? Será mesmo assim ou </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255372/posts/default/110865895289766046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255372/posts/default/110865895289766046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lumus.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110865895289766046' title=''/><author><name>Zi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02582517385595432787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255372.post-110831588528986700</id><published>2005-02-14T08:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-02-13T18:13:13.686Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>São amores errantesPalavras livres de significadoInanidade em cabeças falhasO corpo sem alma, desalinhadoPor quem não ama em plenoSem probidade nem verdadeE o mar não abraça em desveloSó enlaça em sumptuosidadeAmar hoje sem melodiaSem o cálido das horas mudasOlhar gritante entre a vidraçaDo oculto, recôndito das fugasAinda vale a pena amar?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255372/posts/default/110831588528986700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255372/posts/default/110831588528986700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lumus.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110831588528986700' title=''/><author><name>Zi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02582517385595432787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255372.post-110831401891937915</id><published>2005-02-13T16:56:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-02-13T17:00:18.920Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sometimes I just wish to see you again the way I used to... But I know you're not the same and won't ever be the same again, will you? 'Cause if you will... tell me when it's still time... I'm moving on and there'll be no turning back...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255372/posts/default/110831401891937915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255372/posts/default/110831401891937915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lumus.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110831401891937915' title=''/><author><name>Zi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02582517385595432787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255372.post-110824712986015510</id><published>2005-02-12T22:21:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-02-13T17:35:23.530Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You Had Timeby Ani Difranco"how can i go homewith nothing to sayi know you're going to look at me that wayand say what did you do out thereand what did you decideyou said you needed timeand you had timeyou are a china shopand i am a bullyou are really good foodand i am fulli guess everything is timingi guess everything's been saidso i am coming home with an empty headyou'll say did they love you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255372/posts/default/110824712986015510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255372/posts/default/110824712986015510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lumus.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110824712986015510' title=''/><author><name>Zi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02582517385595432787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255372.post-110789968576323051</id><published>2005-02-08T21:53:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-02-08T21:57:43.716Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A sina do meu principezinho...Dos teus olhos vejo o mar, consigo mergulhar nessa mansidão de me teres por perto, nesse enternecimento que só eu conheço, só eu contemplo. Quando me prendes com um abraço e me pedes para não partir de ti. Nunca vou partir… Mesmo que a vida me faça abandonar esse fulgor que surge nos teus olhos quando consigo devolver-te o mesmo olhar… Descubro-te a pesquisar a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255372/posts/default/110789968576323051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255372/posts/default/110789968576323051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lumus.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110789968576323051' title=''/><author><name>Zi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02582517385595432787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255372.post-110777391824776867</id><published>2005-02-07T10:57:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-02-07T10:58:38.246Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ana CarolinaEncostar Na TuaEu quero te roubar pra mimEu que não sei pedir nadaMeu caminho é meio perdidoMas que perder seja o melhor destinoAgora não vou mais mudarMinha procura por si sóJá era o que eu queria acharQuando você chama meu nomeEu que também não sei aonde estouPra mim que tudo era saudadeAgora seja lá o que forEu só quero saber em qual ruaMinha vida vai encostar </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255372/posts/default/110777391824776867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255372/posts/default/110777391824776867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lumus.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110777391824776867' title=''/><author><name>Zi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02582517385595432787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255372.post-110738187646550779</id><published>2005-02-02T22:04:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-02-02T22:04:36.466Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Soubesse eu de mim…Já não me procurava naquele vento tenroQuisesse outrora que fosse brandoOu que apenas fosse, assimAh! Que agonia aquela gente que não vejoDói de cansaço esse tédio comigoDe um coração que não me saiba a antigoE na sede de te ver sempre mais novoEsmoreço o amor que não te tenhoDeixo de ser apenas esboçoAcerto o passo, subo a ruaPerco-me outra vez…Soubesse eu de</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255372/posts/default/110738187646550779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255372/posts/default/110738187646550779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lumus.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110738187646550779' title=''/><author><name>Zi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02582517385595432787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255372.post-110700450233349522</id><published>2005-01-29T13:14:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-01-29T13:15:02.333Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Época de exames sem paragem das actividades curriculares… acham isto bem?Pois é, é o que se passa com os estudantes de Medicina Dentária da Faculdade de Medicina da Universidade de Coimbra!O fim de semana, que seria para o descanso logrado depois da extenuante semana de trabalho, serve para sentar à secretária e perder horas a fio a enfiar umas três ou quatro coisas na cabeça… sim porque eu </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255372/posts/default/110700450233349522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255372/posts/default/110700450233349522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lumus.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110700450233349522' title=''/><author><name>Zi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02582517385595432787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255372.post-110630840423602493</id><published>2005-01-21T11:52:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-01-21T11:53:24.236Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Será?Às vezes queria abraçar-te só para me lembrar como é bom enfraquecer nos teus braços… ou despertar um novo alento no teu enleio e nunca mais querer partir…Seres realmente tu… naquele sonho…</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255372/posts/default/110630840423602493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255372/posts/default/110630840423602493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lumus.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110630840423602493' title=''/><author><name>Zi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02582517385595432787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255372.post-110582155306809988</id><published>2005-01-15T20:35:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-01-15T20:39:13.070Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Viciadíssima!The test you've just taken is a short version of the Five Factor model of identity. Among psychology experts, this approach has become broadly accepted for its accuracy and consistency. The five dimensions in this model give a complete description of your personality traits: Openness to Experience, Conscientiousness, Extraversion, Agreeableness and Negative Emotionality. Read </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255372/posts/default/110582155306809988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255372/posts/default/110582155306809988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lumus.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110582155306809988' title=''/><author><name>Zi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02582517385595432787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255372.post-110581887276004255</id><published>2005-01-15T19:52:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-01-15T19:58:45.370Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Já que estamos numa de testes... um site muito engraçado que me mandaram http://web.tickle.com/ tem mil testes!!! E neste teste deu que eu sou...You are the Girl Next DoorCute, fun, and sweet, you're Sandra Bullock, Jennifer Aniston, and Meg Ryan all rolled up into one — the perfect Girl Next Door. Naturally pretty, unpretentious, and generous, you demand your share of respect, but you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255372/posts/default/110581887276004255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255372/posts/default/110581887276004255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lumus.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110581887276004255' title=''/><author><name>Zi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02582517385595432787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255372.post-110581345639188599</id><published>2005-01-15T18:22:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-01-15T18:24:16.390Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So much for my type...Your type is the Romantic!There's no such thing as too much wining and dining! You're a sucker for the Romantic. Some flowers...a nice dinner...a little music — right up your alley! Your type places his woman on a pedestal and treats her like a princess. That's exactly what you crave. Whether you need it or not, you like the reassurance that a romantic guy provides. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255372/posts/default/110581345639188599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255372/posts/default/110581345639188599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lumus.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110581345639188599' title=''/><author><name>Zi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02582517385595432787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255372.post-110565081973519362</id><published>2005-01-13T21:12:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-01-13T21:13:39.736Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dreamsby CranberriesAll my lifeIs changing everydayIn every possible wayAnd all my dreamsIt's never quite as it seemsNever quite as it seemsI know I've felt like this beforeBut now I'm feeling it even moreBecause it came from youAnd then I open up and seeThe person falling here is meA different way to beLalalaah lalalah lalalaah la la laI want more (impossible to ignore)(</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255372/posts/default/110565081973519362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255372/posts/default/110565081973519362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lumus.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110565081973519362' title=''/><author><name>Zi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02582517385595432787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255372.post-110547482498931923</id><published>2005-01-11T20:09:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-01-11T20:20:24.990Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Um belo de um grito!E se ninguém se lembrasse de ti nesse teu dia especial? Não era muito bem feito? Não merecias que ninguém evocasse o teu nome, ninguém ligasse, ninguém desejasse boa fortuna? Não merecias que as pessoas por quem não te importas de disseminar essa tua malvadez te esquecessem? Não merecias, tu, egoísta, que todos fossem egoístas contigo? Egocêntricos? "Hoje não é o teu dia, é</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255372/posts/default/110547482498931923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255372/posts/default/110547482498931923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lumus.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110547482498931923' title=''/><author><name>Zi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02582517385595432787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255372.post-110495594184368770</id><published>2005-01-05T20:10:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-01-05T20:12:21.843Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>O site da minha tuna (TUNA FEMININA DE MEDICINA DA UNIVERSIDADE DE COIMBRA) está novamente ONLINE. Adivinhem quem é a nova webmaster :DVisitem em:www.uc.pt/tfmuce assinem o GUESTBOOK!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255372/posts/default/110495594184368770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255372/posts/default/110495594184368770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lumus.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110495594184368770' title=''/><author><name>Zi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02582517385595432787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255372.post-110457816478603935</id><published>2005-01-01T11:13:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-01-01T11:16:04.786Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HAPPY NEW YEAR!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255372/posts/default/110457816478603935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255372/posts/default/110457816478603935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lumus.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110457816478603935' title=''/><author><name>Zi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02582517385595432787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255372.post-110414659315006111</id><published>2004-12-27T11:19:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-12-27T11:23:13.150Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>These Wordsby Natasha BedingfieldThese words are my ownThrew some chords together, the combination D-E-FIts who I am, its what I do, and I was gonna lay it down for youI tried to focus my attention, but I feel so A-D-DI need some help, some inspiration, but its not coming easily(bridge)Tryin to find the magic,Tryin to write a classic,Dontcha know, dontcha know, dontcha know?Wastebin</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255372/posts/default/110414659315006111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255372/posts/default/110414659315006111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lumus.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110414659315006111' title=''/><author><name>Zi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02582517385595432787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255372.post-110391074200480020</id><published>2004-12-24T17:51:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-12-24T17:53:07.206Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MERRY CHRISTMAS, everyone! </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255372/posts/default/110391074200480020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255372/posts/default/110391074200480020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lumus.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110391074200480020' title=''/><author><name>Zi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02582517385595432787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255372.post-110364876021699977</id><published>2004-12-21T17:02:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-12-21T18:20:10.040Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>VENDO MUSTEK MDC4000Multi-Function Digital Camera(Digital Still Camera, Digital Camcorder, Video Camera e Web Cam)4.1 Mega pixelsDigital CamcorderUSB portable Disk4x Digital ZoomVendo por menos de metade do preço actual.Como nova!Com todos os acessórios.Inclui: Cds de instalação, cd com software com aplicações, manual de instruções multi-language (incluí Português), cabo usb, cabo </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255372/posts/default/110364876021699977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255372/posts/default/110364876021699977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lumus.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110364876021699977' title=''/><author><name>Zi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02582517385595432787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255372.post-110362705705079990</id><published>2004-12-21T11:01:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-12-21T11:19:19.320Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Saúde OralA Saúde Oral em Portugal é tal e qual como o governo… encontra-se em crise e ninguém quer saber disso para nada. É muito mais interessante falar da Quinta das Celebridades do que do Palácio de São Bento.O Sr. Presidente toma uma decisão, a meu ver, do mais incoerente que há, a julgar pelas suas prévias decisões com dirigentes políticos do seu próprio partido que provocaram uma crise</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255372/posts/default/110362705705079990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255372/posts/default/110362705705079990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lumus.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110362705705079990' title=''/><author><name>Zi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02582517385595432787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255372.post-110362466149232855</id><published>2004-12-21T10:22:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-12-21T10:24:21.493Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Baby, please come home ...I would almost swear I could sense you coming home, to the place you should never have left, with that charming manner of yours. The way you’ll pace all the way through the sidewalk as you unbutton your winter coat. You seek out for something in your pocket. You wish you had somewhat to offer me and you don’t even have a clue…All I really need is your gentle hug, to</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255372/posts/default/110362466149232855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255372/posts/default/110362466149232855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lumus.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110362466149232855' title=''/><author><name>Zi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02582517385595432787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255372.post-110355772391478590</id><published>2004-12-20T15:42:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-12-20T15:48:43.913Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WordlessI ought to be writing something. Perhaps I could drift in my own words and write about nothing. I’m a feeler… Everything’s so strong when there’s a “me” involved.From time to time I wish I wasn’t too much of a worrier.Nevertheless I don’t want to worry about it now…</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255372/posts/default/110355772391478590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255372/posts/default/110355772391478590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lumus.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110355772391478590' title=''/><author><name>Zi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02582517385595432787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255372.post-110280151396104976</id><published>2004-12-11T21:39:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-12-11T21:45:13.963Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Give Me The Simple Life - Steve TyrellFolks are blessed who make the best of every dayliving by their own phylosophy.Everyone who needs the sun must find the way,and I have found the only thing for me.I don't believe in frettin' &amp; grievin'Why mess around with strifeI never was cut out to step &amp; strut outgive me the simple life.Chorus:Some find it pleasant dining on pheasant.those </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255372/posts/default/110280151396104976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255372/posts/default/110280151396104976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lumus.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110280151396104976' title=''/><author><name>Zi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02582517385595432787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255372.post-110260016431850480</id><published>2004-12-09T13:46:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-12-09T13:49:24.316Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mais gritos:1. Quando não posso, não posso mesmo!2. Se faço o que faço por ti é porque te adoro3. Obrigadinha pela ajuda...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255372/posts/default/110260016431850480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255372/posts/default/110260016431850480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lumus.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110260016431850480' title=''/><author><name>Zi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02582517385595432787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255372.post-110252035682092850</id><published>2004-12-08T15:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-12-08T15:42:49.930Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>O que me apetece gritar:1: foi mesmo bom voltar a ver-te.2: às vezes parece que gostas de me magoar.3: persegues-me onde quer que eu vá.4: e se me deixasses em paz?5: nem sei que te diga…6: já não sabes que gosto de ti?7: ...(1,2,3,4,5,6,7 são nomes de personagens, qualquer semelhança com a realidade é pura coicidência...)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255372/posts/default/110252035682092850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255372/posts/default/110252035682092850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lumus.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110252035682092850' title=''/><author><name>Zi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02582517385595432787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255372.post-110165113816661727</id><published>2004-11-28T14:11:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-11-28T14:12:18.166Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>                                                              História de NatalSou um pobre vagabundo. Sou errante neste mundo, um vadio. De vez em quando descanso e vejo o que se passa em volta de mim. E é tão amargo… Não sou igual a ninguém, serei eu desarticulado? Sou uma peça fora do puzzle ou talvez uma peça falhada num puzzle imenso.E hoje é Natal.O Sol dá-me os bons dias por entre as </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255372/posts/default/110165113816661727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255372/posts/default/110165113816661727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lumus.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110165113816661727' title=''/><author><name>Zi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02582517385595432787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255372.post-110089654559382945</id><published>2004-11-19T20:33:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-11-19T20:35:45.593Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>TFMUC EM FARO!Amanhã a TFMUC vai a concurso no II festival Moura Encantada organizado pela tuna FEMINIS FERVENTIS!21h30 no Campus Universitário da Universidade do Algarve... será?Maybe... Se for tão FENOMENAL como o ano passado... mal posso esperar por ir...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255372/posts/default/110089654559382945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255372/posts/default/110089654559382945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lumus.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110089654559382945' title=''/><author><name>Zi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02582517385595432787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255372.post-110086294360278319</id><published>2004-11-18T08:20:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-11-19T11:17:05.763Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Parabéns, NUNO!O "meu colega" ;)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255372/posts/default/110086294360278319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255372/posts/default/110086294360278319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lumus.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110086294360278319' title=''/><author><name>Zi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02582517385595432787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255372.post-110019601627196642</id><published>2004-11-11T17:54:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-11-11T18:00:16.273Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hoje é dia de S. Martinho!Não esteve propriamente um dia de Verão. Mas também passei o dia enfiada na clínica por isso "Verão? Viste-lo, minha amiga!". Tenho ali umas castanhas-maravilha que me trouxe a minha grande amiga Diana! Não há melhores no mundo inteiro!!! Acreditem! Porque são boas e porque são dela! ;) Prontuuuuxxxxx... aqui vou eu às castanhitas...Feliz S. Martinho para todos e não</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255372/posts/default/110019601627196642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255372/posts/default/110019601627196642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lumus.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110019601627196642' title=''/><author><name>Zi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02582517385595432787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255372.post-110012110988069316</id><published>2004-11-10T21:10:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-11-10T21:11:49.880Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Parabéns à ("minha") Junta de Freguesia de Santo António dos OlivaisÁs vezes dou por mim a criticar sem dó nem piedade certas atitudes políticas que me alimentam alguma exaltação, sem me lembrar que existem outras pessoas que fazem exactamente o contrário… pessoas que, pelas suas aprazíveis posturas, pelos bons valores que possuem, em que acreditam e pelos quais lutam, fazem com que me </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255372/posts/default/110012110988069316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255372/posts/default/110012110988069316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lumus.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110012110988069316' title=''/><author><name>Zi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02582517385595432787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255372.post-109984342977001937</id><published>2004-11-07T15:59:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-11-07T16:05:23.780Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>TFMUC em AnsiãoPrémio de Melhor Intrumental para a minha Tuna Feminina de Medicina da Universidade de Coimbra, ontem no festival misto de Ansião! ehehehE nós somos!!!E nós somos!!!E nós somos!!!Fe-no-me-nais! Pa-parararara, Pa-parararara...tuna-addicted? nãããããoooo, sou lá agora...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255372/posts/default/109984342977001937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255372/posts/default/109984342977001937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lumus.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109984342977001937' title=''/><author><name>Zi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02582517385595432787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255372.post-109984310646677577</id><published>2004-11-07T15:50:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-11-07T15:58:26.466Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Não consigo...Desculpa não conseguir contar-te mas tenho medo de te perder…Só consigo desabafar assim, muda, silenciosa…Pelos mil problemas que temos por sermos tão diferentes...Tenho medo… que posso fazer?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255372/posts/default/109984310646677577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255372/posts/default/109984310646677577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lumus.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109984310646677577' title=''/><author><name>Zi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02582517385595432787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255372.post-109983740269041036</id><published>2004-11-07T14:21:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-11-07T14:23:22.690Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>AGENDA TFMUCII Moura Encantada - Festival de Tunas Femininas do AlgarveLocal: Faro, Grande Auditório de GambelasData: 21/11/2004, 21:00:00hTuna Anfitriã: Feminis FerventisA Tuna Académica Feminina da Universidade do Algarve - Feminis Ferventis, conta neste ano de 2004 com mais uma edição do Moura Encantada. Vão estar quatro tunas a concurso, são elas:a Barítuna, a Damastuna, a Tuna </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255372/posts/default/109983740269041036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255372/posts/default/109983740269041036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lumus.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109983740269041036' title=''/><author><name>Zi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02582517385595432787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255372.post-109974675883763906</id><published>2004-11-06T13:10:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-11-06T13:16:46.316Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Carta ao lumus"Sobre aquele artigo que escreveste e que saiu no Diário de Coimbra só te tenho a dizer que partilho as mesmas ideias 100%.É pena que não haja mais jovens a pensar desta maneira. É só uma minoria. O conformismo, ou por vezes a ignorância levam a que muitos jovens apoiem a opinião maioritária que é comodista e alusiva à extrema esquerda e ao lema "o dinheiro cai do céu".Aquilo</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255372/posts/default/109974675883763906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255372/posts/default/109974675883763906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lumus.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109974675883763906' title=''/><author><name>Zi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02582517385595432787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255372.post-109947104820243912</id><published>2004-11-03T08:35:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-11-03T19:17:09.196Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Actuação da TFMUC em Ansião, perto de Pombal, sábado, dia 6 de Novembro.Festival de tunas... a não perder!Lá vai, lá vai a tuna femininaas endiabradas de medicina,não há, não há, não há outra igualÉ uma tuna fenomenal...TFMUC! TFMUC!Hoje... Passa Calhas... por las calles de Coimbra!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255372/posts/default/109947104820243912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255372/posts/default/109947104820243912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lumus.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109947104820243912' title=''/><author><name>Zi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02582517385595432787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6255372.post-109930090553037144</id><published>2004-11-01T09:11:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-11-03T18:36:41.883Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Christmas"Just hear those sleigh bellsringing and jing ting tingaling tooCome on its lovely weather fora sleigh ride together with you", Sleigh Ride by Hilary Duff(a música não é dela mas a versão que eu ouço, é)Afinal, devido a ter estado em casa o dia todo a ver se melhorava da gripe, apeteceu-me sair ao fim da tarde e fui às compras de Natal (e piorei, não devia...) e só via </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255372/posts/default/109930090553037144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6255372/posts/default/109930090553037144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lumus.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109930090553037144' title=''/><author><name>Zi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02582517385595432787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
