terça-feira, 29 de dezembro de 2009

perolas dos nossos "jornalistas"...


pó explosivo nas cuecas ainda percebo... cada um rebenta por onde quer.

agora que a bolsa tenha sido "coZida à mão"...

sábado, 21 de novembro de 2009

plastiki (ces) 2




confesso, tenho a mania das canetas...
ontem ofereceram-me duas B2P! >=)
são lindas, ecológicas e desliiiiiiiizam no papel que até dá gosto sentir o pulsar da tinta de gel a sair-nos pela ponta dos dedos

obrigada, Cornetto de Morango >=D

quinta-feira, 19 de novembro de 2009

plastiki (ces)




David de Rothschild, fundador da organização Adventure Ecology, vai atravessar o Pacífico num catamaran de garrafas de plástico, tendo como skipper a britânica Jo Royle.
Mais info em The Plastiki Expedition.

segunda-feira, 14 de setembro de 2009

o piano



pois é, está de volta o "nosso" piano!
desafogaram-no!
seguradoras marca-tuga: bah! foi preciso Artur Pizarro assumir os custos, sinceramente...
(vejam fotos no link... um charme, este nosso artista cofff cofff) >;))

sexta-feira, 28 de agosto de 2009

Portuguese Grandmother Speaks English




vejam os outros videos Portuguese Grandmother.
o miúdo é mesmo parvo, mas a Avó é o máximo. >=))

enviado por Corneto de Morango

congrats, mike!



para quem não os conhece, aqui ficam os links para os sites de zac sunderland e mike perham


resta-nos esperar para ver como termina a polémica da possível viagem de laura dekker

quinta-feira, 27 de agosto de 2009

siesta! >;p

kooool kidZ


the ps22 chorus


viva la vida - coldplay
I used to rule the world
Seas would rise when I gave the word
Now in the morning I sleep alone
Sweep the streets I used to own

I used to roll the dice
Feel the fear in my enemy's eyes
Listen as the crowd would sing
"Now the old king is dead! Long live the king!"

One minute I held the key
Next the walls were closed on me
And I discovered that my castles stand
Upon pillars of salt and pillars of sand

I hear Jerusalem bells a ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field

For some reason I can't explain
Once you go there was never
Never an honest word
And that was when I ruled the world

It was the wicked and wild wind
Blew down the doors to let me in
Shattered windows and the sound of drums
People couldn't believe what I'd become

Revolutionaries wait
For my head on a silver plate
Just a puppet on a lonely string
Oh who would ever want to be king?

I hear Jerusalem bells a ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field

For some reason I can't explain
I know Saint Peter won't call my name
Never an honest word
But that was when I ruled the world

I hear Jerusalem bells a ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field

For some reason I can't explain
I know Saint Peter won't call my name
Never an honest word
But that was when I ruled the world