<?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-9169360</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:51:32.527-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Em Busca da Terra do Sempre!</title><subtitle type='html'>"Quando a gente fica em frente ao mar a gente se sente melhor"</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semconcerto.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169360/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://semconcerto.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lidiane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13056290244943968862</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><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>74</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169360.post-112059238178285489</id><published>2005-07-05T12:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T12:39:41.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/50/3553/1024/Lucas%20009.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #AAAAAA; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/50/3553/320/Lucas%20009.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o que foi?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9169360-112059238178285489?l=semconcerto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semconcerto.blogspot.com/feeds/112059238178285489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9169360&amp;postID=112059238178285489' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169360/posts/default/112059238178285489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169360/posts/default/112059238178285489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://semconcerto.blogspot.com/2005/07/o-que-foi.html' title=''/><author><name>Lidiane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13056290244943968862</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><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169360.post-112059227723660249</id><published>2005-07-05T12:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T12:37:57.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/50/3553/1024/Lucas%20010.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #AAAAAA; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/50/3553/320/Lucas%20010.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Num venha, naum!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9169360-112059227723660249?l=semconcerto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semconcerto.blogspot.com/feeds/112059227723660249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9169360&amp;postID=112059227723660249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169360/posts/default/112059227723660249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169360/posts/default/112059227723660249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://semconcerto.blogspot.com/2005/07/num-venha-naum.html' title=''/><author><name>Lidiane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13056290244943968862</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169360.post-112059219188297176</id><published>2005-07-05T12:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T12:36:31.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/50/3553/1024/Lucas%20013.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #AAAAAA; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/50/3553/320/Lucas%20013.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nun vira, n�o!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9169360-112059219188297176?l=semconcerto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semconcerto.blogspot.com/feeds/112059219188297176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9169360&amp;postID=112059219188297176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169360/posts/default/112059219188297176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169360/posts/default/112059219188297176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://semconcerto.blogspot.com/2005/07/nun-vira-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Lidiane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13056290244943968862</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169360.post-112059210138690752</id><published>2005-07-05T12:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T12:35:01.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/50/3553/1024/Lucas%20012.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #AAAAAA; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/50/3553/320/Lucas%20012.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;�, vov�, p�ra com isso!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9169360-112059210138690752?l=semconcerto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semconcerto.blogspot.com/feeds/112059210138690752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9169360&amp;postID=112059210138690752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169360/posts/default/112059210138690752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169360/posts/default/112059210138690752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://semconcerto.blogspot.com/2005/07/vov-pra-com-isso.html' title=''/><author><name>Lidiane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13056290244943968862</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169360.post-112059198292128658</id><published>2005-07-05T12:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T12:33:02.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/50/3553/1024/Lucas.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #AAAAAA; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/50/3553/320/Lucas.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;morrendo de frio, frio, frio!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9169360-112059198292128658?l=semconcerto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semconcerto.blogspot.com/feeds/112059198292128658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9169360&amp;postID=112059198292128658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169360/posts/default/112059198292128658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169360/posts/default/112059198292128658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://semconcerto.blogspot.com/2005/07/morrendo-de-frio-frio-frio.html' title=''/><author><name>Lidiane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13056290244943968862</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169360.post-112059169934185408</id><published>2005-07-05T12:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T12:28:19.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/50/3553/1024/Lucas%20007.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #AAAAAA; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/50/3553/320/Lucas%20007.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;querendo ir jogar bola...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9169360-112059169934185408?l=semconcerto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semconcerto.blogspot.com/feeds/112059169934185408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9169360&amp;postID=112059169934185408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169360/posts/default/112059169934185408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169360/posts/default/112059169934185408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://semconcerto.blogspot.com/2005/07/querendo-ir-jogar-bola.html' title=''/><author><name>Lidiane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13056290244943968862</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169360.post-112059160837369982</id><published>2005-07-05T12:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T12:26:48.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/50/3553/1024/Lucas%20014.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #AAAAAA; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/50/3553/320/Lucas%20014.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu nenem dorminhoco (at� parece!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9169360-112059160837369982?l=semconcerto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semconcerto.blogspot.com/feeds/112059160837369982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9169360&amp;postID=112059160837369982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169360/posts/default/112059160837369982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169360/posts/default/112059160837369982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://semconcerto.blogspot.com/2005/07/meu-nenem-dorminhoco-at-parece.html' title=''/><author><name>Lidiane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13056290244943968862</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169360.post-112044103634677942</id><published>2005-07-03T18:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-03T18:37:16.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/50/3553/1024/IMAG0005.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #AAAAAA; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/50/3553/320/IMAG0005.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nemuquinha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9169360-112044103634677942?l=semconcerto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semconcerto.blogspot.com/feeds/112044103634677942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9169360&amp;postID=112044103634677942' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169360/posts/default/112044103634677942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169360/posts/default/112044103634677942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://semconcerto.blogspot.com/2005/07/nemuquinha.html' title=''/><author><name>Lidiane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13056290244943968862</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><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169360.post-112044086486449376</id><published>2005-07-03T18:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-03T18:34:24.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/50/3553/1024/IMAG0003.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #AAAAAA; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/50/3553/320/IMAG0003.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LUcas � mesmo lindo... Tamb�m, � filho de quem?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9169360-112044086486449376?l=semconcerto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semconcerto.blogspot.com/feeds/112044086486449376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9169360&amp;postID=112044086486449376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169360/posts/default/112044086486449376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169360/posts/default/112044086486449376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://semconcerto.blogspot.com/2005/07/lucas-mesmo-lindo.html' title=''/><author><name>Lidiane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13056290244943968862</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169360.post-112044067438564472</id><published>2005-07-03T18:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-03T18:31:14.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/50/3553/1024/IMAG0004.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #AAAAAA; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/50/3553/320/IMAG0004.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luquinha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9169360-112044067438564472?l=semconcerto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semconcerto.blogspot.com/feeds/112044067438564472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9169360&amp;postID=112044067438564472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169360/posts/default/112044067438564472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169360/posts/default/112044067438564472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://semconcerto.blogspot.com/2005/07/luquinha.html' title=''/><author><name>Lidiane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13056290244943968862</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169360.post-112044036334862086</id><published>2005-07-03T18:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-03T18:26:03.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/50/3553/1024/lucasdorminhoco.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #AAAAAA; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/50/3553/320/lucasdorminhoco.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LUCAS...Lindo, n�?`� meu filho! Pode babar!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9169360-112044036334862086?l=semconcerto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semconcerto.blogspot.com/feeds/112044036334862086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9169360&amp;postID=112044036334862086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169360/posts/default/112044036334862086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169360/posts/default/112044036334862086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://semconcerto.blogspot.com/2005/07/lucas.html' title=''/><author><name>Lidiane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13056290244943968862</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169360.post-111996999904688107</id><published>2005-06-28T07:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-28T07:46:39.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ATÉ 12 HORAS DE NENEM SEQUINHO? NÃO MESMO!</title><content type='html'>Sábado comprei um pacote da Pampers Noturna pela promessa de até doze hrs de nenem sequinho.Nas cinco primeiras horas de sono noturno de Lucas fui verificar sua roupa e "pá", lá estava o coitado, numa noite fria, todo molhado e com a fralda inchada de tanto xixi.Valeu a tentativa, mas nada combate tanto xixi que Lucas faz...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9169360-111996999904688107?l=semconcerto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semconcerto.blogspot.com/feeds/111996999904688107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9169360&amp;postID=111996999904688107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169360/posts/default/111996999904688107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169360/posts/default/111996999904688107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://semconcerto.blogspot.com/2005/06/at-12-horas-de-nenem-sequinho-no-mesmo.html' title='ATÉ 12 HORAS DE NENEM SEQUINHO? NÃO MESMO!'/><author><name>Lidiane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13056290244943968862</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169360.post-111944756111986411</id><published>2005-06-22T06:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T06:39:21.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/50/3553/1024/iris.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #AAAAAA; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/50/3553/320/iris.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iris, minha sobrinha que come�ou cedo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9169360-111944756111986411?l=semconcerto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semconcerto.blogspot.com/feeds/111944756111986411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9169360&amp;postID=111944756111986411' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169360/posts/default/111944756111986411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169360/posts/default/111944756111986411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://semconcerto.blogspot.com/2005/06/iris-minha-sobrinha-que-comeou-cedo.html' title=''/><author><name>Lidiane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13056290244943968862</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169360.post-111922354746537567</id><published>2005-06-19T16:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T16:25:47.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/50/3553/1024/th%20e%20th.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #AAAAAA; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/50/3553/320/th%20e%20th.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thayane e Thaysis,minhas duas filhas mais velhas. Que saudade!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9169360-111922354746537567?l=semconcerto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semconcerto.blogspot.com/feeds/111922354746537567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9169360&amp;postID=111922354746537567' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169360/posts/default/111922354746537567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169360/posts/default/111922354746537567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://semconcerto.blogspot.com/2005/06/thayane-e-thaysisminhas-duas-filhas.html' title=''/><author><name>Lidiane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13056290244943968862</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169360.post-111922344450914446</id><published>2005-06-19T16:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T16:24:04.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/50/3553/1024/luke.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #AAAAAA; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/50/3553/320/luke.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucas e Felipe... �, acabei pondo esta mesmo! Mas Lucas t� mais bonito agora, muito mais, at� porque dizem estar mais parecdio comigo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9169360-111922344450914446?l=semconcerto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semconcerto.blogspot.com/feeds/111922344450914446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9169360&amp;postID=111922344450914446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169360/posts/default/111922344450914446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169360/posts/default/111922344450914446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://semconcerto.blogspot.com/2005/06/lucas-e-felipe.html' title=''/><author><name>Lidiane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13056290244943968862</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169360.post-111910123085976954</id><published>2005-06-18T06:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-18T06:27:10.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DEIXEM LUCAS NO CARRINHO!</title><content type='html'>a partir de hoje eu começo a campanha: Deixe Lucas no carrinho!; Pois não aguento mais o menino querer só braço, braço e braço, inclusive de madrugada. isso porque amigos ( ops, que amigos eu tenho em são paulo?) e familiares teimam em só ficar com ele no braço e eu depois que me lasco de madrugada acordada com ele pra lá e pra cá, por isso, a partir de agora será Lucas sempre no carrinho.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9169360-111910123085976954?l=semconcerto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semconcerto.blogspot.com/feeds/111910123085976954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9169360&amp;postID=111910123085976954' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169360/posts/default/111910123085976954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169360/posts/default/111910123085976954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://semconcerto.blogspot.com/2005/06/deixem-lucas-no-carrinho.html' title='DEIXEM LUCAS NO CARRINHO!'/><author><name>Lidiane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13056290244943968862</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169360.post-111860391372871039</id><published>2005-06-12T12:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-12T12:18:33.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quero a miha mãe...</title><content type='html'>Tou com dor de garganta, com febre, dor no corpo e sem poder pegar muito Lucas pra não passar gripe pra ele. Quero a minha mãe!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9169360-111860391372871039?l=semconcerto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semconcerto.blogspot.com/feeds/111860391372871039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9169360&amp;postID=111860391372871039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169360/posts/default/111860391372871039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169360/posts/default/111860391372871039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://semconcerto.blogspot.com/2005/06/quero-miha-me.html' title='Quero a miha mãe...'/><author><name>Lidiane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13056290244943968862</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169360.post-111793385535698647</id><published>2005-06-04T18:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-04T18:14:25.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Salve Lucas!</title><content type='html'>Me recuso a por aqui a mesma foto que a minha irmã pôs do meu filho no blog dela (&lt;a href="http://www.bomtom.blogspot.com"&gt;www.bomtom.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;), porque não é melhor foto de Lucas, muito menos de felipe - e tem alguma melhor foto de felipe?&lt;br /&gt;Lucas mija e caga o tempo inteiro, já se foram, nessa brincadeirinha, uns dez pacotes de fraldas ( do pacote grande), Lucas sempre abre o berreiro na hora que eu vou comer, nessa histórinha já se forma, ainda bem,os dez quilos que ganhei na gravidez, e espero perder mais dez no mínimo ! Lucas deu seu primeiro sorriso pra alguém ( que não era do além dessa vez), e não fui eu, e o pior, ele riu pra Jéssica na minha cara! Isso foi a três dias e hoje, pra se redimir, ele me deu três sorrisos, mas o trauma jáse instalou em meu cérebro; porque não eu?&lt;br /&gt;p.s.:Ivis, eu tou pensando em fazer cotinha pra comprar o leite do menino, tu num queres entrar nessa, não?&lt;br /&gt;p.s.s.: Débora, ponha uma foto que preste do meu filho!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9169360-111793385535698647?l=semconcerto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semconcerto.blogspot.com/feeds/111793385535698647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9169360&amp;postID=111793385535698647' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169360/posts/default/111793385535698647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169360/posts/default/111793385535698647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://semconcerto.blogspot.com/2005/06/salve-lucas.html' title='Salve Lucas!'/><author><name>Lidiane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13056290244943968862</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169360.post-111754499446515103</id><published>2005-05-31T06:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T06:09:54.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lucas deve tá achando que leite NAN é leite Cilpe(lembram dele?), porque é tomando por um lado e pondo pra fora pelo outro e depois de uma hora quer comer de novo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9169360-111754499446515103?l=semconcerto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semconcerto.blogspot.com/feeds/111754499446515103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9169360&amp;postID=111754499446515103' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169360/posts/default/111754499446515103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169360/posts/default/111754499446515103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://semconcerto.blogspot.com/2005/05/lucas-deve-t-achando-que-leite-nan.html' title=''/><author><name>Lidiane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13056290244943968862</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169360.post-111738582191007793</id><published>2005-05-29T09:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-29T09:57:01.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lucas, mais uma vez!</title><content type='html'>Depois que eu passei a noite de quarta feira empenhada em não deixar Lucas dormir entre oito e dez da noite para que ele dormisse o resto da noite e assim eu dormiria também ( e deu certo), ele agora passa todas as noites acordado essa hora e adivinhem só, agora eu passo todas as noites dormindo entre dez da noite e seis da manhã, só acordando a cada duas ou tres hrs pra dar comida e trocar o bichinho.&lt;br /&gt;Lucas não gosta de trocar a fralda, mas vive deixando ela suja, Lucas antes chorava no banho, agora escandaliza quando o tiro da água.Lucas não quer mais dormir no berço, Lucas só quer dormir no sofá, isso quando não é no sofá e em cima da minha barriga ( que graças a deus tem diminuído de tamanho desde que ele saiu dela), Lucas chora com fome e, quando vou dar a mamadeira ele põe metade do leite fora pelo lado da boca, isso quando não enche a boca e faz torneirinha depois ( como é que ele já sabe fazer isso?!)... Esse menino nem tem um mês e já é uma figura...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9169360-111738582191007793?l=semconcerto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semconcerto.blogspot.com/feeds/111738582191007793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9169360&amp;postID=111738582191007793' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169360/posts/default/111738582191007793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169360/posts/default/111738582191007793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://semconcerto.blogspot.com/2005/05/lucas-mais-uma-vez.html' title='Lucas, mais uma vez!'/><author><name>Lidiane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13056290244943968862</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169360.post-111660783694496338</id><published>2005-05-20T09:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T09:50:36.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lucas tá dodói</title><content type='html'>Lucas pegou a gripe do pai e da vó ( a que presta- a minha mãe) e onbtem eu fui amanhecer com ele no hospital, o bichinho, duas semanas e já passando pela emergencia, mas hoje ele já tá melhor, ainda bem.&lt;br /&gt;Lucas- o escandaloso ( é meu filho mesmo!) está dormindo agora, finalmente pude almoçar...  Agora vou aproveitar e dormir também.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9169360-111660783694496338?l=semconcerto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semconcerto.blogspot.com/feeds/111660783694496338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9169360&amp;postID=111660783694496338' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169360/posts/default/111660783694496338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169360/posts/default/111660783694496338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://semconcerto.blogspot.com/2005/05/lucas-t-dodi.html' title='Lucas tá dodói'/><author><name>Lidiane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13056290244943968862</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169360.post-111637704324059935</id><published>2005-05-17T17:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-17T17:44:03.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>E chegou a hora...</title><content type='html'>Mainha vai embora hoje, daqui a pouco, e agora? Acho que LÇucas vai chorar que só, porque ela foi a única que conseguiu acalmar de verdade esse menino cheio de "misuras". A mãe de Felipe pode até não gostar e Felipe também, mas a verdadeira mãe de Lucas é aminha mãe, então, eu sou irmã do meu filho! Agora é que eu não vou te tempo pra mais  nada mesmo, nem sei mais o que é chupar dedo ou ver tv...&lt;br /&gt;E vou lá que ele tá ameaçando chorar, de novo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9169360-111637704324059935?l=semconcerto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semconcerto.blogspot.com/feeds/111637704324059935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9169360&amp;postID=111637704324059935' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169360/posts/default/111637704324059935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169360/posts/default/111637704324059935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://semconcerto.blogspot.com/2005/05/e-chegou-hora.html' title='E chegou a hora...'/><author><name>Lidiane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13056290244943968862</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169360.post-111592662859640405</id><published>2005-05-12T12:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T12:37:08.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lucas é mesmo LINDO</title><content type='html'>Lucas é mesmo lindo. É uma figuraça esta criatura, já fez escandalo em todos os lugares pra onde eu o levei, vive jogando a chupeta fora pra por o dedo na boca, chora quando está sujo, chora quando está sendo limpo, chora o tempo todo à noite e só sossega quando a minha mãe vem acudí-lo e sempre eu me pergunto se ele acha q ela é a mãe  dele, vive mijando o chão do quarto ( ele tem pontaria), me mijando e fazendo coco assim que termina de comer ( o menino é rápido!). POr enquanto é só, o menino já tá com fome de novo e tenho que acudir o coitado...&lt;br /&gt;Mas ele é tão lindo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9169360-111592662859640405?l=semconcerto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semconcerto.blogspot.com/feeds/111592662859640405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9169360&amp;postID=111592662859640405' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169360/posts/default/111592662859640405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169360/posts/default/111592662859640405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://semconcerto.blogspot.com/2005/05/lucas-mesmo-lindo.html' title='Lucas é mesmo LINDO'/><author><name>Lidiane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13056290244943968862</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169360.post-111550400496633905</id><published>2005-05-07T15:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-07T15:13:24.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LUCAS: 3.100 kg, 46 cm e muito choro pela frente!</title><content type='html'>Lucas nasceu, finalmente! Em menos de vinte minutos, Luquinhas veio ao mundo chorando que nem sabe lá Deus, eu sei que o menino chorou que só. Mas , apesar de parecer com o pai ( brincadeirinha...), ele é LINDO DEMAIS, na verdade, ele herdou as minhas mãos e pés e o choro escandaloso, no mais, é todo o pai, e ele também chupa dedo, que nem eu, quando consegue encontrá-lo. Mais informçno próximo post, porque tenho que aproveitar enquanto ele dorme pra dormir também.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9169360-111550400496633905?l=semconcerto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semconcerto.blogspot.com/feeds/111550400496633905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9169360&amp;postID=111550400496633905' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169360/posts/default/111550400496633905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169360/posts/default/111550400496633905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://semconcerto.blogspot.com/2005/05/lucas-3100-kg-46-cm-e-muito-choro-pela.html' title='LUCAS: 3.100 kg, 46 cm e muito choro pela frente!'/><author><name>Lidiane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13056290244943968862</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169360.post-111473619203364232</id><published>2005-04-28T17:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-28T17:56:32.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FINALY!</title><content type='html'>Lucas nasce quarta-feira, acho que tal pressa se deve a tanto eu falar que não aguentava mais. Só que agora eu tou totalmente "mica" (gando) de medo, mas fazer o quê, né? Vai ter que sair agora de qualquer jeito... Acho que agora só escrevo aqui depois que Lucas chegar.&lt;br /&gt;Hum... será que já vou ganhar presente no dia oito?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9169360-111473619203364232?l=semconcerto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semconcerto.blogspot.com/feeds/111473619203364232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9169360&amp;postID=111473619203364232' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169360/posts/default/111473619203364232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169360/posts/default/111473619203364232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://semconcerto.blogspot.com/2005/04/finaly.html' title='FINALY!'/><author><name>Lidiane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13056290244943968862</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169360.post-111400859420483443</id><published>2005-04-20T07:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-20T07:49:54.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SE NÃO PODE VENCÊ-LOS...</title><content type='html'>Agora é fato, meu filho tem um uniforme do corinthians e um outro do Sport... O pai e a tia dele não podiam torcer, respectivamente, pro São paulo e pro Naútico, times de torcidas mais calmas?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9169360-111400859420483443?l=semconcerto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semconcerto.blogspot.com/feeds/111400859420483443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9169360&amp;postID=111400859420483443' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169360/posts/default/111400859420483443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169360/posts/default/111400859420483443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://semconcerto.blogspot.com/2005/04/se-no-pode-venc-los.html' title='SE NÃO PODE VENCÊ-LOS...'/><author><name>Lidiane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13056290244943968862</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169360.post-111370353497178647</id><published>2005-04-16T19:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-16T19:05:34.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/50/3553/1024/clooney%202.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #AAAAAA; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/50/3553/320/clooney%202.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lindo ele, não?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9169360-111370353497178647?l=semconcerto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semconcerto.blogspot.com/feeds/111370353497178647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9169360&amp;postID=111370353497178647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169360/posts/default/111370353497178647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169360/posts/default/111370353497178647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://semconcerto.blogspot.com/2005/04/lindo-ele-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Lidiane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13056290244943968862</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169360.post-111366297042503272</id><published>2005-04-16T07:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-16T07:53:13.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BUÁÁÁÁ</title><content type='html'>Além das estrias, que nenhum creme, óleo ou macumba conseguiram evitar, agora meus pés vivem inchados e doloridos e uma veia saltou na minha barriga e, pra completar, eu tou gripada!E ainda tenho que agüentar a vizinha que grita com seu cachorro dizendo que ele está louco porque está latindo...&lt;br /&gt; E o "não" postado abaixo, foi sem querer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9169360-111366297042503272?l=semconcerto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semconcerto.blogspot.com/feeds/111366297042503272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9169360&amp;postID=111366297042503272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169360/posts/default/111366297042503272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169360/posts/default/111366297042503272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://semconcerto.blogspot.com/2005/04/bu.html' title='BUÁÁÁÁ'/><author><name>Lidiane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13056290244943968862</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169360.post-111340075062939343</id><published>2005-04-13T06:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-13T06:59:10.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>não&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9169360-111340075062939343?l=semconcerto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semconcerto.blogspot.com/feeds/111340075062939343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9169360&amp;postID=111340075062939343' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169360/posts/default/111340075062939343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169360/posts/default/111340075062939343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://semconcerto.blogspot.com/2005/04/no.html' title=''/><author><name>Lidiane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13056290244943968862</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169360.post-111317419189922239</id><published>2005-04-10T15:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-10T16:03:11.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CANSEI!</title><content type='html'>Alguém faz o favor de avisar pro meu filho que, se ele quiser, pode descer, não importa se ainda falta um mês;porque eu não agüento mais mesmo carregar esse bucho!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9169360-111317419189922239?l=semconcerto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semconcerto.blogspot.com/feeds/111317419189922239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9169360&amp;postID=111317419189922239' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169360/posts/default/111317419189922239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169360/posts/default/111317419189922239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://semconcerto.blogspot.com/2005/04/cansei.html' title='CANSEI!'/><author><name>Lidiane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13056290244943968862</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169360.post-111220617818911274</id><published>2005-03-30T10:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-30T10:12:15.203-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Faltam mais ou menos uns cinqüenta dias pra Lucas chegar (finalmente!) e eu ainda não senti um pingo sequer de medo da hora do parto; talvez porque eu vá me sentir um pouco mais leve, porque eu não agüento mais carregar esse bucho pra lá e pra cá. Agora eu não consigo mais nem me levantar normalmente do sofá e, quando eu ando parece que minhas pernas tão abertas; Jesus,como é estranho esse andar de grávida! Mas, que Lucas venha logo, ou melhor, que o dia 19 de maio venha logo que ninguém agüenta mais esperar.&lt;br /&gt;E eu perdi a final do BBB5... : (&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9169360-111220617818911274?l=semconcerto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semconcerto.blogspot.com/feeds/111220617818911274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9169360&amp;postID=111220617818911274' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169360/posts/default/111220617818911274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169360/posts/default/111220617818911274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://semconcerto.blogspot.com/2005/03/faltam-mais-ou-menos-uns-cinqenta-dias.html' title=''/><author><name>Lidiane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13056290244943968862</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><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169360.post-111211617554552501</id><published>2005-03-29T09:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-29T09:09:35.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CHOCOLATE....</title><content type='html'>No momento existem  cinco ovos de chocolate e meio em minha casa e eu não tenho sentido a mínima vontade de apreciar o tal do chocolate. talvez seja porque Lucas ( isso , vamos pôr a culpa na criança!) já me tenha feito comer praticamente três ovos antes da páscoa chegar... desde o fim do carnaval que eu comia chocolate e agora que é hora de comer eu não quero. E chega a me dar agonia ver tanto chocolate e tão pouca vontade de comê-los.Mas Felipe tem se encarregado disso por mim, já que ontem comeu uma banda de um número quinze sozinho. Mas o meu sonho de valsa ninguém vai comer, além de mim, mesmo que leve meses pra que isso aconteça!&lt;br /&gt;No momento, eu não quero chocolate, mas aceito qualquer outro tipo de doce: pudins, bolos, biscoitos, danoninho....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9169360-111211617554552501?l=semconcerto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semconcerto.blogspot.com/feeds/111211617554552501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9169360&amp;postID=111211617554552501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169360/posts/default/111211617554552501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169360/posts/default/111211617554552501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://semconcerto.blogspot.com/2005/03/chocolate.html' title='CHOCOLATE....'/><author><name>Lidiane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13056290244943968862</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169360.post-111074331601482360</id><published>2005-03-13T11:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-13T11:48:36.016-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lucas já pesa quase o mesmo qu dois saquinhos de arroz e já tá de cabeça pra baixo, ou seja, pronto pra sair; mas tomara que ele não seja apressadinho, pois ainda tenho direito a dois meses de preguiça...&lt;br /&gt;Sara não vai mais apresentar o "Disk Mtv", mas eu nem assistia mesmo!&lt;br /&gt;Daniella Cicarelli tem dois dedos mindinhos em seu pé direito e, mesmo assim calçou as sandálias da humildade. Foi estranho ver seis dedos num pé só...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9169360-111074331601482360?l=semconcerto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semconcerto.blogspot.com/feeds/111074331601482360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9169360&amp;postID=111074331601482360' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169360/posts/default/111074331601482360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169360/posts/default/111074331601482360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://semconcerto.blogspot.com/2005/03/lucas-j-pesa-quase-o-mesmo-qu-dois.html' title=''/><author><name>Lidiane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13056290244943968862</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><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169360.post-111056716046176870</id><published>2005-03-11T10:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-11T10:52:40.463-08:00</updated><title type='text'>QUE PREGUIÇAAAAAAAAAA.........</title><content type='html'>Tem uma semana, mais ou menos, que eu acordo antes das dez e não consigo sair da cama antes das onze. Todo dia, todo dia, eu olho pro relógio, nove e meia, olho pra porta e decido ficar mais um pouquinho; cubro meus olhos com minha camisa de alisar ( quem em conhece sabe do que eu tou falando) e fico até onze, onze e meia... Talvez essa preguiça se deva ao fato de que eu sei que daqui uns meses isso vai cabar, ficar na cama a té tarde, vou ter até que arrumar a casa com amis frequencia... Mas por enquanto eu devo aproveitar...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9169360-111056716046176870?l=semconcerto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semconcerto.blogspot.com/feeds/111056716046176870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9169360&amp;postID=111056716046176870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169360/posts/default/111056716046176870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169360/posts/default/111056716046176870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://semconcerto.blogspot.com/2005/03/que-preguiaaaaaaaaaa.html' title='QUE PREGUIÇAAAAAAAAAA.........'/><author><name>Lidiane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13056290244943968862</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169360.post-110945265696543778</id><published>2005-02-26T13:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-26T13:17:36.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/50/3553/1024/friends%5B1%5D.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #AAAAAA; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/50/3553/320/friends%5B1%5D.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu tou viciada em "Friends"...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9169360-110945265696543778?l=semconcerto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semconcerto.blogspot.com/feeds/110945265696543778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9169360&amp;postID=110945265696543778' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169360/posts/default/110945265696543778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169360/posts/default/110945265696543778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://semconcerto.blogspot.com/2005/02/eu-tou-viciada-em-friends.html' title=''/><author><name>Lidiane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13056290244943968862</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169360.post-110908051345059492</id><published>2005-02-22T05:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-22T05:55:13.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/50/3553/1024/bruno.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #AAAAAA; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/50/3553/320/bruno.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esse menino é tuuudo prum monte de gente (infelizmente, muitas meninas!), e pra mim também, afinal ele é o meu melhor amigo do mundo. Eita menino porreta!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9169360-110908051345059492?l=semconcerto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semconcerto.blogspot.com/feeds/110908051345059492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9169360&amp;postID=110908051345059492' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169360/posts/default/110908051345059492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169360/posts/default/110908051345059492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://semconcerto.blogspot.com/2005/02/esse-menino-tuuudo-prum-monte-de-gente.html' title=''/><author><name>Lidiane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13056290244943968862</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169360.post-110874216347298467</id><published>2005-02-18T07:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-18T07:56:03.473-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TAKEN</title><content type='html'>Eu não consegui assistir à estréia da nova série de Spilberg, "Taken", ontem à noite. Fiquei com medo, eram dez da noite, Felipe já tinha ido dormir e eu ia assistir coisas sobre aliens invadindo a terra sozinha? Tá doido! fui-me embora deitar também, mas quem sabe eu consiga assisitir à reprise no domingo a tardinha? pelo menos vai estar claro...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9169360-110874216347298467?l=semconcerto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semconcerto.blogspot.com/feeds/110874216347298467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9169360&amp;postID=110874216347298467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169360/posts/default/110874216347298467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169360/posts/default/110874216347298467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://semconcerto.blogspot.com/2005/02/taken.html' title='TAKEN'/><author><name>Lidiane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13056290244943968862</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169360.post-110849376503706800</id><published>2005-02-15T10:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-15T10:56:05.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/50/3553/1024/fofao.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #AAAAAA; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/50/3553/320/fofao.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu tinha medo do boneco do fofão... Mas também quem não teria medo dessas bochechonas enormes?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9169360-110849376503706800?l=semconcerto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semconcerto.blogspot.com/feeds/110849376503706800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9169360&amp;postID=110849376503706800' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169360/posts/default/110849376503706800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169360/posts/default/110849376503706800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://semconcerto.blogspot.com/2005/02/eu-tinha-medo-do-boneco-do-fofo.html' title=''/><author><name>Lidiane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13056290244943968862</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169360.post-110838855692352792</id><published>2005-02-14T05:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-15T13:40:42.776-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/50/3553/1024/minha%20foto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #aaaaaa 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #aaaaaa 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #aaaaaa 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #aaaaaa 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/50/3553/320/minha%20foto.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bêbê caneiro! Dádia disse que esse menino parece o Baby.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9169360-110838855692352792?l=semconcerto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semconcerto.blogspot.com/feeds/110838855692352792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9169360&amp;postID=110838855692352792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169360/posts/default/110838855692352792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169360/posts/default/110838855692352792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://semconcerto.blogspot.com/2005/02/bb-caneiro-ddia-disse-que-esse-menino.html' title=''/><author><name>Lidiane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13056290244943968862</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169360.post-110823983599197880</id><published>2005-02-12T12:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-12T12:23:55.990-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>bebum!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9169360-110823983599197880?l=semconcerto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semconcerto.blogspot.com/feeds/110823983599197880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9169360&amp;postID=110823983599197880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169360/posts/default/110823983599197880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169360/posts/default/110823983599197880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://semconcerto.blogspot.com/2005/02/bebum.html' title=''/><author><name>Lidiane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13056290244943968862</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169360.post-110823890824340707</id><published>2005-02-12T12:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-12T12:08:28.243-08:00</updated><title type='text'>OH, MY GOSH!</title><content type='html'>Não sei como pude fazer isso com meu filho, mas... deixei Felipe comprar um uniformezinho do corinthians pro Lucas. e agora, meu Deus, será que eu comecei a pôr my little kid que ainda nem nasceu no mundo Da Gaviões Da Fiel?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9169360-110823890824340707?l=semconcerto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semconcerto.blogspot.com/feeds/110823890824340707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9169360&amp;postID=110823890824340707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169360/posts/default/110823890824340707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169360/posts/default/110823890824340707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://semconcerto.blogspot.com/2005/02/oh-my-gosh.html' title='OH, MY GOSH!'/><author><name>Lidiane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13056290244943968862</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169360.post-110805775182700023</id><published>2005-02-10T09:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-10T09:49:11.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'>QUE DEMORA...</title><content type='html'>Não sei não, mas  parece que o tempo tá demorando  a passar... Queria quer chegasse logo maio e esse emenino nascesse logo... Eu sei que vai ter hora, ou melhor horas, que vai ser uma encheção de saco só, porque eu vou me cansar de ouvir choro de criança e não poderei "devolver" à mãe, já que ela sou eu ;e que vai ter muito mais gente na minha casa do que o normal, sem contar que a casa vai virar um recanto infantil também, já que &lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Lucas&lt;/span&gt; vai ter priminhos de quase a mesma idade: giovanna, letícia, Guilherme, sem contar com carol, que nasce no mesmo dia que ele. mas eu tou louca pra ver a cara desse pequeno que me chuta toda noite, porque agora virou moda, ele só e somente só, se mexe na hora de eu ir dormir, não importa a hora, ele vai começar a chutar a minha barriga, ou então a minha bexiga e aí, lá vou eu passar a noite indo ao banheiro, como ontem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mudando de assunto, eu tava pensando... Meu deus, eu preciso ir num show do &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Nando Reis&lt;/span&gt;... né possível que ele não venha fazer um showznho aqui na capital de são paulo, antes ele fazia de monte e recife que era bom nada... agora nem bem Brasil....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9169360-110805775182700023?l=semconcerto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semconcerto.blogspot.com/feeds/110805775182700023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9169360&amp;postID=110805775182700023' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169360/posts/default/110805775182700023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169360/posts/default/110805775182700023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://semconcerto.blogspot.com/2005/02/que-demora.html' title='QUE DEMORA...'/><author><name>Lidiane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13056290244943968862</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169360.post-110745064992573250</id><published>2005-02-03T03:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-03T09:10:49.926-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>-Dói muito?&lt;br /&gt;- Não dói.&lt;br /&gt;-Como não dói se é dentro de você?&lt;br /&gt;-Não sei, só que não dói.&lt;br /&gt;Felipe ontem me perguntava isso quando tava vendo a minha barriga mexer por causa de Lucas. Eu nem sequer cheguei a imaginar que ele achasse que a minha barriga doía toda vez que o neenm mexia, e que ele achou que agora que já dá pra sentir do lado de fora, não só sentir, como ver a barriga pulando de vez em quando, doía mais ainda. e olha que eu nunca falei que doía, mas foi engraçado a cara que ele fez de "não acredito que não dói", quando eu disse que não dói. É, não dói, mas que é estranho ver sua barriga mexendo sozinha ( não sozinha-sozinha, vcs entenderam!) isso é, principalmente quando você acorda no meio da noite porque ela tá pulando demais... eu hein...&lt;br /&gt; O berço chegou anteontem e, puxa vida, deu uma sensação estranha depois que o berço chegou. Do tipo, "putz, né que é mesmo, vou ter um filho" . pensei que era só comigo, mas felipe também confessou ter sentido isso. Agora, além de algumas poucas coisinhas que faltam comprar, só falata lucas chegar,mas na hora ele chega... dá uma ansiedade da bexiga esperar um filho... inda mais depois que você começa a comprar as coisas e fica louca pra vestir todas as roupas nele, inclusive aquela bem pequenininha do Bob esponja... adorei essa roupinha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9169360-110745064992573250?l=semconcerto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semconcerto.blogspot.com/feeds/110745064992573250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9169360&amp;postID=110745064992573250' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169360/posts/default/110745064992573250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169360/posts/default/110745064992573250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://semconcerto.blogspot.com/2005/02/di-muito-no-di.html' title=''/><author><name>Lidiane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13056290244943968862</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169360.post-110735865625139443</id><published>2005-02-02T01:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-02T07:37:36.250-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SAUDADE....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"Saudade é quando o momento tenta fugir da memória para acontecer de novo e não consegue."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eu tou com saudade de tanta gente...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;" I woke up this morning baby, I had you on my mind..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Ai, bruninho, nessas &lt;/span&gt;h&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;oras&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; bem que você podia &lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;tá aqui, né?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9169360-110735865625139443?l=semconcerto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semconcerto.blogspot.com/feeds/110735865625139443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9169360&amp;postID=110735865625139443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169360/posts/default/110735865625139443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169360/posts/default/110735865625139443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://semconcerto.blogspot.com/2005/02/saudade.html' title='SAUDADE....'/><author><name>Lidiane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13056290244943968862</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169360.post-110718687583235029</id><published>2005-01-31T07:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-31T07:54:35.833-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SERÁ?</title><content type='html'>Ai, ai, ai, será que eu já tou entrando na fase do "dói tudo"? porque há uma semana minhas costas não param de doer, até meus quadris doem e é horrível pra dormir com tudo doído e um menino te chutando de todas as maneiras por dentro. será que já tou nessa fase da gravidez? será que a tendência é piorar? ai,ai, ai, ai, ai!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9169360-110718687583235029?l=semconcerto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semconcerto.blogspot.com/feeds/110718687583235029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9169360&amp;postID=110718687583235029' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169360/posts/default/110718687583235029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169360/posts/default/110718687583235029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://semconcerto.blogspot.com/2005/01/ser.html' title='SERÁ?'/><author><name>Lidiane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13056290244943968862</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169360.post-110648641434636997</id><published>2005-01-23T05:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-23T05:20:14.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LEMBREI</title><content type='html'>Tava lendo o blog de Juliana Lisboa (&lt;a href="http://www.voufalarbaixinho.blogspot.com"&gt;www.voufalarbaixinho.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;) e vi o nome do livro que eu esqueci e esqueci de novo: A insustentável leveza do Ser...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9169360-110648641434636997?l=semconcerto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semconcerto.blogspot.com/feeds/110648641434636997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9169360&amp;postID=110648641434636997' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169360/posts/default/110648641434636997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169360/posts/default/110648641434636997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://semconcerto.blogspot.com/2005/01/lembrei.html' title='LEMBREI'/><author><name>Lidiane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13056290244943968862</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169360.post-110641870802353753</id><published>2005-01-22T10:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-22T10:31:48.023-08:00</updated><title type='text'>EU ESQUECI...</title><content type='html'>Não sei como, mas me esqueci, um livro bom também é "O Apanhador no Campo de Centeio", de J.D. salinger. Tem outro também que eu esqueci, só que esqueci agora de novo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9169360-110641870802353753?l=semconcerto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semconcerto.blogspot.com/feeds/110641870802353753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9169360&amp;postID=110641870802353753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169360/posts/default/110641870802353753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169360/posts/default/110641870802353753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://semconcerto.blogspot.com/2005/01/eu-esqueci.html' title='EU ESQUECI...'/><author><name>Lidiane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13056290244943968862</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169360.post-110641817328859450</id><published>2005-01-22T10:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-22T10:22:53.286-08:00</updated><title type='text'>QUANTO MAIS , MAIS FALTA...</title><content type='html'> Acabo de chegar das compras do enxoval do nenem... Ou melhor, de uma parte, porque, por mais que seja barato, sempre sai caro, porque é muita coisa...&lt;br /&gt;E voltei cheia de sacola, e ao chegar em casa e ver tudo o que comprei, percebi que inda falta uma porção de coisas! parece que, quanto mais compra, mais falta, será o Benedito?! Mas é tudo tão bonitinho que dá vontade que o nenem chegue logo pra gente poder usar tudo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9169360-110641817328859450?l=semconcerto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semconcerto.blogspot.com/feeds/110641817328859450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9169360&amp;postID=110641817328859450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169360/posts/default/110641817328859450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169360/posts/default/110641817328859450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://semconcerto.blogspot.com/2005/01/quanto-mais-mais-falta.html' title='QUANTO MAIS , MAIS FALTA...'/><author><name>Lidiane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13056290244943968862</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169360.post-110614976899194340</id><published>2005-01-19T07:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-19T07:49:28.993-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LIVROS</title><content type='html'> de Gaarder: O Dia do Curinga; O Mundo De Sofia; Através do espelho&lt;br /&gt; De Hornby: Um grande Garoto; Alta fidelidade; Como ser legal&lt;br /&gt; de Coelho: Veronika Decide Morrer, Onze minutos&lt;br /&gt;de Antoine: O Pequeno príncipe&lt;br /&gt;De Alencar: Lucíola; Senhora&lt;br /&gt;De Rowling: Todos Potters... (fazer o que?)&lt;br /&gt;de Bach: A Ponte para o sempre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9169360-110614976899194340?l=semconcerto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semconcerto.blogspot.com/feeds/110614976899194340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9169360&amp;postID=110614976899194340' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169360/posts/default/110614976899194340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169360/posts/default/110614976899194340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://semconcerto.blogspot.com/2005/01/livros.html' title='LIVROS'/><author><name>Lidiane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13056290244943968862</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169360.post-110606092266850753</id><published>2005-01-18T01:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-18T07:08:42.666-08:00</updated><title type='text'>OCEAN'S TWELVE</title><content type='html'>Ontem eu fui assistir "Doze Homens e Outro Segredo", o filme é bom, apesar de eu ter achado muito longo ( não sei se é porque já estava tarde), mas o que me chamou a atenção foram a s olheiras e a palidez de julia Roberts messe filme... Ela não devia estar mais aguentando filmar. Claro que outar coisa que me chamou a atenção, e muito mais que a s olheiras de Roberts, foi a beleza de George Clooney... POr pouco não segurei um grito de "gostoso" quando ele apareceu na telona! Muito gostoso mesmo esse homem, ai, ai...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9169360-110606092266850753?l=semconcerto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semconcerto.blogspot.com/feeds/110606092266850753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9169360&amp;postID=110606092266850753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169360/posts/default/110606092266850753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169360/posts/default/110606092266850753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://semconcerto.blogspot.com/2005/01/oceans-twelve.html' title='OCEAN&apos;S TWELVE'/><author><name>Lidiane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13056290244943968862</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169360.post-110596858032657644</id><published>2005-01-17T11:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-17T05:29:40.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'>dentro do mesmo time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Entra pela porta da frente&lt;br /&gt;       mas pula para o banco de trás&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Abre a janela contente&lt;br /&gt;           Pra ver o Sol fervendo no ar&lt;br /&gt;          E depois que o olhou     &lt;br /&gt;Fica sem falar."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;E o nenem mexe pra lá e pra cá o tempo todo agora, e só são cinco meses ainda... A ansiedade tá quase me enlouquecendo, queria ver logo meu nenem do lado de fora. O nome dele: Lucas, lindo, não? Dependendo do dia e da ansiedade eu penso que ainda faltam ou só faltam mais quatro meses pra eu,finalmente, limpar cocô, passar noites em claro, essas coisas, mas eu tou louquinha pra que chegue logo. Eu tou ligada que eu vou ficar cansada demais e tudo, mas vai ser tão bom quando o nenem nascer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9169360-110596858032657644?l=semconcerto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semconcerto.blogspot.com/feeds/110596858032657644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9169360&amp;postID=110596858032657644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169360/posts/default/110596858032657644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169360/posts/default/110596858032657644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://semconcerto.blogspot.com/2005/01/dentro-do-mesmo-time.html' title='dentro do mesmo time'/><author><name>Lidiane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13056290244943968862</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169360.post-110580631419897817</id><published>2005-01-15T08:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-15T08:25:14.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nando...</title><content type='html'>Sem querer querendo eu achei o melhor flog do mundo: &lt;a href="http://www.fotolog.net/nandoreis"&gt;http://www.fotolog.net/nandoreis&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Puta merda, esse homem é tudo, eu inda vou conhecê-lo um dia....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9169360-110580631419897817?l=semconcerto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semconcerto.blogspot.com/feeds/110580631419897817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9169360&amp;postID=110580631419897817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169360/posts/default/110580631419897817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169360/posts/default/110580631419897817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://semconcerto.blogspot.com/2005/01/nando.html' title='Nando...'/><author><name>Lidiane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13056290244943968862</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169360.post-110563151551775174</id><published>2005-01-13T07:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-13T07:51:55.516-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"quando estiver com tudo: lã, cetim, veludo, espada e escudo, sua consciencia adormecerá. E acordará no mesmo lugar, do ar até o arterial. No mesmo lar, no mesmo quintal, da alma ao corpo material."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9169360-110563151551775174?l=semconcerto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semconcerto.blogspot.com/feeds/110563151551775174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9169360&amp;postID=110563151551775174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169360/posts/default/110563151551775174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169360/posts/default/110563151551775174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://semconcerto.blogspot.com/2005/01/quando-estiver-com-tudo-l-cetim-veludo.html' title=''/><author><name>Lidiane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13056290244943968862</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169360.post-110563135262473440</id><published>2005-01-13T07:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-13T07:49:12.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'>mantr</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9169360-110563135262473440?l=semconcerto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semconcerto.blogspot.com/feeds/110563135262473440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9169360&amp;postID=110563135262473440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169360/posts/default/110563135262473440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169360/posts/default/110563135262473440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://semconcerto.blogspot.com/2005/01/mantr.html' title='mantr'/><author><name>Lidiane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13056290244943968862</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169360.post-110522432714810386</id><published>2005-01-08T20:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-08T14:45:27.150-08:00</updated><title type='text'>EU VOLTEI!</title><content type='html'>E voltei com o cd de Nando Reis ( que eu mesma comprei...), muito tudo de bom.... E sabendo que meu pirraia é um menino e que, consequentenmente vai torcer pelo corinthians (blergh!!) e já comprei um monte de roupinhas pra ele ( vixe, como é difícil achar roupa de nenem pra menino, o povo pensa que só nasce menina, é?), e me entupi de jambo em Recife, e d epitomba que trouxe de recife em são paulo e com um novo livro: "Olga", agora só vou poder ver o filme depois de ler o livro....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9169360-110522432714810386?l=semconcerto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semconcerto.blogspot.com/feeds/110522432714810386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9169360&amp;postID=110522432714810386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169360/posts/default/110522432714810386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169360/posts/default/110522432714810386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://semconcerto.blogspot.com/2005/01/eu-voltei.html' title='EU VOLTEI!'/><author><name>Lidiane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13056290244943968862</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169360.post-110363946136908563</id><published>2004-12-21T00:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-21T06:31:01.370-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CAZUZA</title><content type='html'>"vamos transformar esse tédio todo numa coisa maior. Li uma vez que você vive não sei quantas mil horas e pode resumir tudo de bom em apenas cinco minutos. O resto é apenas o dia-a-dia. Um olhar, uma lágrima que cai, um abraço… Isso é muito pouco na vida. Então, isso vale mais que tudo para mim. Prefiro não acreditar no Day after, no fim do mundo, no apocalipse. Um dia, ainda vou andar na nave espacial Columbus. Bêbado, lógico, mas vou andar! "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9169360-110363946136908563?l=semconcerto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semconcerto.blogspot.com/feeds/110363946136908563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9169360&amp;postID=110363946136908563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169360/posts/default/110363946136908563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169360/posts/default/110363946136908563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://semconcerto.blogspot.com/2004/12/cazuza.html' title='CAZUZA'/><author><name>Lidiane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13056290244943968862</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169360.post-110356722434308733</id><published>2004-12-20T04:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-20T10:32:21.380-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FINALMENTE FÉRIAS DA MINHA SOGRA ABESTALHADA!</title><content type='html'>Ai, como é bom saber que faltam 4 dias pra eu me ver livre ( pena que só por duas semanas) da mulher mais abestalhada, atabacada e chata que eu já conheci em toda a minha vida, a minha sogra!&lt;br /&gt;Felipe que me perdoe, mas eu não sei se é mais azar ter nascido com uma mãe dessas ou ser nora ( e morar próximo- ave maria, preciso me mudar!) de uma mulher dessas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9169360-110356722434308733?l=semconcerto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semconcerto.blogspot.com/feeds/110356722434308733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9169360&amp;postID=110356722434308733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169360/posts/default/110356722434308733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169360/posts/default/110356722434308733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://semconcerto.blogspot.com/2004/12/finalmente-frias-da-minha-sogra.html' title='FINALMENTE FÉRIAS DA MINHA SOGRA ABESTALHADA!'/><author><name>Lidiane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13056290244943968862</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169360.post-110333677531977451</id><published>2004-12-17T18:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-17T18:26:15.320-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DE NOVO!</title><content type='html'>Aqui estou eu, de novo assistindo "City of angels" e toda tristinha porque Meg Ryan acaba de morre, de novo, no filme, com dó, de novo, do anjo que nem sequer aproveitou direito a mulher da vida dele... Eu gosto desse filme, eu gosto muito... Sei até as falas dele decor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9169360-110333677531977451?l=semconcerto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semconcerto.blogspot.com/feeds/110333677531977451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9169360&amp;postID=110333677531977451' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169360/posts/default/110333677531977451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169360/posts/default/110333677531977451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://semconcerto.blogspot.com/2004/12/de-novo.html' title='DE NOVO!'/><author><name>Lidiane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13056290244943968862</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169360.post-110329199148182009</id><published>2004-12-17T05:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-17T05:59:51.480-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'> Dizem que criança não tem vontade, mas agora eu já não consigo mais dormir de outra forma, senão  virada para o lado esquerdo da cama! Até se me deito pra ver tv, tem que ser desse lado... Se eu me deito do outro lado, ou de bariga pra cima, me dá uma azia desgraçada, aí, é só mudar a posição, virar pro lado esquerdo e pronto, acabou-se a azia... Vai saber, essa criança já tá se sentindo a dona da história!&lt;br /&gt; Obs: Bruno se redimiu com uma desculpa bem esfarrapada, mas ele é meu melhor amigo, então, dá pra desculpar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9169360-110329199148182009?l=semconcerto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semconcerto.blogspot.com/feeds/110329199148182009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9169360&amp;postID=110329199148182009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169360/posts/default/110329199148182009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169360/posts/default/110329199148182009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://semconcerto.blogspot.com/2004/12/dizem-que-criana-no-tem-vontade-mas.html' title=''/><author><name>Lidiane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13056290244943968862</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169360.post-110312059212219345</id><published>2004-12-15T06:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-15T06:23:12.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FUI ENCHER TANTO A BOLA DELE....</title><content type='html'>Tanto que eu falo bem de bruno, que bruno isso, bruno aquilo, que ele é o melhor essas coisas todas e o "son of the bitch" ( com todo respeito pela mãe dele que cozinha muito bem...) esquece meu aniversário! Ai que raiva!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9169360-110312059212219345?l=semconcerto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semconcerto.blogspot.com/feeds/110312059212219345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9169360&amp;postID=110312059212219345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169360/posts/default/110312059212219345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169360/posts/default/110312059212219345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://semconcerto.blogspot.com/2004/12/fui-encher-tanto-bola-dele.html' title='FUI ENCHER TANTO A BOLA DELE....'/><author><name>Lidiane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13056290244943968862</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169360.post-110260008420129662</id><published>2004-12-09T11:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-09T05:48:04.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NÃO HÁ TEMPO QUE VOLTE...</title><content type='html'>Eu aqui pensando nos meus amigos, com saudades da bagunça e acabo descobrindo que quase ninguém  mais ta amigo do mesmo jeito um com o outro, acho que só eu , e olha que daqui dessa distancia toda,, continuo mantendo contato e amiga de todo mundo...  De um lado Gaby deixa de ser amiga de Lua porque esta teve um desentendimento com um amigo comum das duas. Um cara que, pra deixar bem claro, nem vale a pena...  Raísa virou crente e por sua nova religião mudou de amigos, deixou de tocar bateria, deixou de ser a melhor amiga de tanta gente. Mas eu gosto pra caramba dessa menina dos zôio bem grandão.  Os outros amigos, quase nem se vêem mais, uns nem se vêem mais mesmo, nem se falam... O pessoal fala que Jamile sumiu, mas ninguém , a não ser eu ( será possível!), lembrou de procurá-la na casa da mãe dela em Rondônia. O pessoal fala de amizade e não sabe o que significa, porque meus amigos são todos, sem nenhuma exceção, todos pra quem eu sempre falei que eram e são os meus melhores amigos, mas tem muita gente que porque  não estuda mais junto, fica só na lembrança, não vai atrás. Eu vou atrás de todo mundo e não fico só lembrando, porque imagina quanta coisa eu teria perdido se tivesse deixado pra trás Bruno, ou Lua, ou Raísa, ou Paulinha , ou Mércia, só porque saí do especial? Com certeza teria perdido muita coisa, muita risada, porque o Especial foi só o começo de algo que, pra mim, vai ser pra sempre, e nem a morte nos separa! E eu fiquei pensando em Lua esta noite, porque ontem, falando com ela, percebi que ela estava triste, porque suas melhores amigas se afastaram, uma por causa da igreja, outra por causa de um outro amigo. E eu fiquei pensando que amizade era essa que se acabou assim... Mas eu inda tou aqui, viu Lulua?! Vou te encher o saco sempre e contar um monte de piada sem graça que tu vai morrer de tanto rir! E pode ter certeza, que a minha amizade com tu num vai acabar nem se você e Brunito ( que é tudo mesmo, segundo Dádia) se desentenderem um dia... Eu só vou te dar uma surra e depois contar mais piadas sem graça. E enquanto uns brigam, outros percebem que hoje o tempo voa e escorre pelas mãos... E, lembrar junto é melhor que sozinho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9169360-110260008420129662?l=semconcerto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semconcerto.blogspot.com/feeds/110260008420129662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9169360&amp;postID=110260008420129662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169360/posts/default/110260008420129662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169360/posts/default/110260008420129662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://semconcerto.blogspot.com/2004/12/no-h-tempo-que-volte.html' title='NÃO HÁ TEMPO QUE VOLTE...'/><author><name>Lidiane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13056290244943968862</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169360.post-110243937266388840</id><published>2004-12-07T15:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-07T09:09:32.663-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ah, Brunito!</title><content type='html'>E lá vem, meu aniversário é domingo e, me desculpem o resto das pessoas, mas eu só consigo pensar numa coisa: Vai ser o primeiro, desde que conheci Bruno que ele não vai estar comigo... E eu tou cuma saudade da porra desse meu amigo que é o melhor do mundo inteiro. E como disse a minha irmã: Bruno é tudo mesmo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9169360-110243937266388840?l=semconcerto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semconcerto.blogspot.com/feeds/110243937266388840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9169360&amp;postID=110243937266388840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169360/posts/default/110243937266388840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169360/posts/default/110243937266388840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://semconcerto.blogspot.com/2004/12/ah-brunito.html' title='Ah, Brunito!'/><author><name>Lidiane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13056290244943968862</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169360.post-110212134189781150</id><published>2004-12-03T22:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-03T16:49:01.896-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O QUE EU TAMBÉM NÃO ENTENDO</title><content type='html'>1- POrque as Casas Bahia não tem na Bahia e, se foi fundada por um polonês, porque se chama Casas bahia?&lt;br /&gt;2- Porque as Pernambucanas estão em São Paulo e não em Pernambuco?&lt;br /&gt;3- Porque o MP só resolveu investigar maluf e Kassab agora que as eleições acabaram? Porque não foi dito à população que eles não prestavam ( no caso do Maluf redizer...)?&lt;br /&gt;4- Porque a Marta Botox ex- Suplicy viajou para Paris em férias se ela vai ter férias  daqui um mês e deixou a cidade embaixo d'água com as chuvas do último Fim de semana?&lt;br /&gt;5- Porque colocaram Renata Sorrah como  se fosse Adriana Esteves mais velha  e no filme A Dona da História, como se fosse A fernanda Lima?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9169360-110212134189781150?l=semconcerto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semconcerto.blogspot.com/feeds/110212134189781150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9169360&amp;postID=110212134189781150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169360/posts/default/110212134189781150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169360/posts/default/110212134189781150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://semconcerto.blogspot.com/2004/12/o-que-eu-tambm-no-entendo.html' title='O QUE EU TAMBÉM NÃO ENTENDO'/><author><name>Lidiane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13056290244943968862</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169360.post-110203259439251464</id><published>2004-12-02T22:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-02T16:09:54.393-08:00</updated><title type='text'>EU ESQUECI,FOI MAL MIRELLA</title><content type='html'>Putz, foi mal, no post sobre meus amiguinhos queridos do coração eu esqueci de citar a grande ( nem tanto no tamanho), a insubstituível: Mirella! Desculpa, mas eu tava com pressa na hora em que escrevi...po, também não precisava me chamar de ingrata, magoou...   :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9169360-110203259439251464?l=semconcerto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semconcerto.blogspot.com/feeds/110203259439251464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9169360&amp;postID=110203259439251464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169360/posts/default/110203259439251464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169360/posts/default/110203259439251464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://semconcerto.blogspot.com/2004/12/eu-esquecifoi-mal-mirella.html' title='EU ESQUECI,FOI MAL MIRELLA'/><author><name>Lidiane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13056290244943968862</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169360.post-110191691499786590</id><published>2004-12-01T14:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-01T08:01:54.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TODOS A BORDOOOOOOOOO!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Ontem eu assisti ao filme-animação "O expresso polar", com Antonio Hanks. Muito bom o filme, bem feito e tudo mais. Pra quem pretende assistir um filme infantil nesse fim de ano, garanto que esse deve ser a melhor opção. Se bem que eu ainda vou assistir o filme do Bob Esponja e "Os Incríveis" também. É, já tou levando meu filho pra ver uns filminhos infantis...&lt;br /&gt;Ah, ontem na praça de alimentação do Central Plaza tinha uma menininha de uns dez meses que era tipo a minha versão bem mais nova e loira...: a menina tava chupando dedo e alisando um paninho,num é lindo isso? E acho que a menina reconheceu que eu era do grupo porque ela começou a querer brincar comigo... Era bunitinha a danada!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9169360-110191691499786590?l=semconcerto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semconcerto.blogspot.com/feeds/110191691499786590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9169360&amp;postID=110191691499786590' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169360/posts/default/110191691499786590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169360/posts/default/110191691499786590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://semconcerto.blogspot.com/2004/12/todos-bordooooooooo.html' title='TODOS A BORDOOOOOOOOO!!!!!'/><author><name>Lidiane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13056290244943968862</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169360.post-110183374982744423</id><published>2004-11-30T14:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-30T08:55:49.846-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TI SAUDADE DE TU....</title><content type='html'>Hoje eu tava vendo umas fotos velhas aí ( nem tão velhas assim, de 2002), do tempo do cursinho e me deu uma saudade... POrque de tantos anos passados numa ( em três, na verdade), esse foi o melhor de todos, porque foi o ano em que eu fiz verdadeiros amigos, acho, até tenho certeza, de que foram os melhores de todos os tempos: O indispensável Bruno, paulinha ( essa já existia antes), Rafinha, jamile ( que sumiu, mas eu já a achei em Rondonia), "A Boca", vulgo Daniel, que mesmo sendo o que mais enchia meu saco eu gosto dele pacas e consigo até sentir saudade dele!; Até de Danielle eu sinto falta!; e John, o cara passou no vestibular para direito e sumiu direitinho da vida da gente... Ele deve ter voltado pra terra dos cabeções: o Ceará. Mas de todos, o que mais faz falta é o, como já disse antes, indispensável Bruno. Porque Bruno é o que sempre tem uma boa solução pra tudo, om que sempre consegue te ajudar em tudo, o que sempre sabe tudo e o que smepre conseguiu me agüentar todos os dias, até depois do cursinho, porque eu sempre ligava pra ele e ele pra mim e, embora ele não goste desse título que lhe die, ele é mesmo o melhor amigo do mundo!&lt;br /&gt;Agora eu já vou que tenho médico marcado!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9169360-110183374982744423?l=semconcerto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semconcerto.blogspot.com/feeds/110183374982744423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9169360&amp;postID=110183374982744423' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169360/posts/default/110183374982744423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169360/posts/default/110183374982744423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://semconcerto.blogspot.com/2004/11/ti-saudade-de-tu.html' title='TI SAUDADE DE TU....'/><author><name>Lidiane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13056290244943968862</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169360.post-110174288219661241</id><published>2004-11-29T13:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-29T07:41:22.196-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FOR YOU</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"Someone's changed me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Something's saved me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And this is who I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Although I was blinded &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;My heart let me find out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;That truth makes a better man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I didn't notice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;That you were right in front of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Our masks of silence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;We'll put away so we can see"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9169360-110174288219661241?l=semconcerto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semconcerto.blogspot.com/feeds/110174288219661241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9169360&amp;postID=110174288219661241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169360/posts/default/110174288219661241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169360/posts/default/110174288219661241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://semconcerto.blogspot.com/2004/11/for-you.html' title='FOR YOU'/><author><name>Lidiane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13056290244943968862</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169360.post-110166139037526616</id><published>2004-11-28T15:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-28T09:03:10.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CONVERSA DE BOTAS BATIDAS </title><content type='html'>- Veja você onde é que o barco foi desaguar&lt;br /&gt;- a gente só queria o amor...&lt;br /&gt;- Deus às vezes parece se esquecer&lt;br /&gt;- ai, não fala isso, por favor&lt;br /&gt;Esse é só o começo do fim da nossa vida&lt;br /&gt;Deixa chegar o sonho, prepara uma avenida&lt;br /&gt;que a gente vai passar&lt;br /&gt;- Veja você, quando é que tudo foi desabar&lt;br /&gt;A gente corre pra se esconder...&lt;br /&gt;- E se amar, se amar até o fim&lt;br /&gt;- sem saber que o fim já vai chegar&lt;br /&gt;Deixa o moço bater que eu cansei da nossa fuga&lt;br /&gt;Já não vejo motivos pra um amor de tantas rugas&lt;br /&gt;não ter o seu lugar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abre a janela agora, deixa que o sol te veja&lt;br /&gt;É só lembrar que o amor é tão maior&lt;br /&gt;que estamos sós no céu&lt;br /&gt;Abre as cortinas pra mim&lt;br /&gt;que eu não me escondo de ninguém&lt;br /&gt;O amor já desvendou nosso lugar&lt;br /&gt;e agora esta de bem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deixa o moço bater que eu cansei da nossa fuga&lt;br /&gt;Já não vejo motivos pra um amor de tantas rugas&lt;br /&gt;não ter o seu lugar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diz quem é maior que o amor?&lt;br /&gt;Me abraça forte agora, que é chegada a nossa hora&lt;br /&gt;Vem, vamos além. Vão dizer&lt;br /&gt;que a vida é passageira&lt;br /&gt;Sem notar que a nossa estrela&lt;br /&gt;vai cair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Marcelo Camelo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9169360-110166139037526616?l=semconcerto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semconcerto.blogspot.com/feeds/110166139037526616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9169360&amp;postID=110166139037526616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169360/posts/default/110166139037526616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169360/posts/default/110166139037526616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://semconcerto.blogspot.com/2004/11/conversa-de-botas-batidas.html' title='CONVERSA DE BOTAS BATIDAS '/><author><name>Lidiane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13056290244943968862</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169360.post-110166075204298024</id><published>2004-11-28T14:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-29T07:42:32.866-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CLÔ, CALCE AS SANDÁLIAS...</title><content type='html'>Clodovil.... Quem assiste esse cara? Que cara estranho da bexiga! Todo dia ele começa o programa falando mal da tv brasileira. O que será que ele está fazendo nela? Se ele não gosta dela, deixe-a. É um saco e o pior é que eu inda fico assistindo ele falar mal do povo brasileiro. Ele é bem sínico, se acha o tal, faz uma bobagenzinha e diz : "Viu, se vc não sabe ser chique como eu é porque vc não merece!" e sai com um gesto que seria jogar os cabelos para trás e sair... só que ele não tem cabelo suficiente para jogar pra trás... O cara até é inteligente, mas é muito cheio de si, por isso que vive desempregado. Por quanto tempo será que ele vai continuar na rede Tv? E porque ele não calça logo essa merda de sandália da humildade e acaba logo essa novela?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9169360-110166075204298024?l=semconcerto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semconcerto.blogspot.com/feeds/110166075204298024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9169360&amp;postID=110166075204298024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169360/posts/default/110166075204298024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169360/posts/default/110166075204298024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://semconcerto.blogspot.com/2004/11/cl-calce-as-sandlias.html' title='CLÔ, CALCE AS SANDÁLIAS...'/><author><name>Lidiane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13056290244943968862</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169360.post-110113544423243841</id><published>2004-11-22T06:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-22T06:57:24.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CALLING  SKY CAPTAIN</title><content type='html'>Ontem eu inventei de ir ao cinema com Felipe. Detalhe tava na vez dele escolher o filme ( viu o perigo, né?). Aí, ele escolhe um filme chamado Capitão Sky e o Mundo do Amanhã, com Gwyneth Paltrow, Jude law e Beiçola Jolie. Eu tive que ir, né? Afinal, ele assistiu todos os águas-com-açúcar que eu escolhi, e sem reclamar ( mas eu fui reclamando). Mai né que o filme é bão? E o mais legal é que ele foi feito sem cenário algum, tudo ali é fundo verde. A história é meio viajada, mas até que valeu o dinheirinho que pagamos.&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhhhhhh, ontem a gente comprou um banco imobiliário (Brunito que ia gostar...)!!! Agora vamos poder nos viciar em outra coisa que não o super-trunfo ( eu não tava agüentando mais perder pra todo mundo!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9169360-110113544423243841?l=semconcerto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semconcerto.blogspot.com/feeds/110113544423243841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9169360&amp;postID=110113544423243841' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169360/posts/default/110113544423243841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169360/posts/default/110113544423243841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://semconcerto.blogspot.com/2004/11/calling-sky-captain.html' title='CALLING  SKY CAPTAIN'/><author><name>Lidiane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13056290244943968862</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169360.post-110099565344949520</id><published>2004-11-20T22:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-20T16:07:33.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SÓ PORQUE EU FALEI PRA PRISCYLLA QUE EU NÃO TAVA CONSEGUINDO....</title><content type='html'>Só porque eu falei pra Pris que eu não tava conseguindo postar aqui, eu estou conseguindo agora, mas isso é bom...&lt;br /&gt;Bem, depois de uma enxaqueca, de comprar algumas novas roupas ( comprei um vestidinho que é "Chique bem"), porque o buchinho tá na cara já ( já tava desde que eu nasci, mas agora está mais), e depois de um sorvetinho de morango ( na verdade eu queri de cajá, mas em são paulo isso num tem- pelo menos eu não acho) e agora aturando uma bosta de filme chinês-japonês que Felipe está assistindo... Estou aqui postando e com uam dúvida horrenda: Será que peço, será que num peço? Bem o que peço ou não peço é o seguinte, na terça feira, euzinha aqui, eu, vou participar do programa melhor da tarde com Astrid Fontenelle  ( mas é no horário que só passa em sampa, ´portanto, recifenses não verão) e, o que eu tou em duvida é se seria muito deseducado da minha parte aproveitar que estou do lado de alguém que o conhece para pedir uma mãozinha para conhecê-lo... Conhecê-lo quem? Ora, mas quem mais poderia ser? meu pai? Roberto Carlos? chitãozinho? Não! ele, o melhor, o único, o insubstituível, o que amor dará e receberá: Fernando dos Reis! O meu ( que na verdade é só dele, da mãe dele e da esposa e filhos dele) Nando reis.... E aí, peço ou não peço? E depois não custa nada tentar,né? Vai que dá certo... Vixe, eu ia parir antes da hora...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9169360-110099565344949520?l=semconcerto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semconcerto.blogspot.com/feeds/110099565344949520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9169360&amp;postID=110099565344949520' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169360/posts/default/110099565344949520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169360/posts/default/110099565344949520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://semconcerto.blogspot.com/2004/11/s-porque-eu-falei-pra-priscylla-que-eu.html' title='SÓ PORQUE EU FALEI PRA PRISCYLLA QUE EU NÃO TAVA CONSEGUINDO....'/><author><name>Lidiane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13056290244943968862</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169360.post-110099709374415601</id><published>2004-11-20T16:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-20T16:31:33.743-08:00</updated><title type='text'>AÍ É FODA!</title><content type='html'>Aí é foda, né? Eu leitora assídua do site )2neuronio agora me sinto perdida...Porque? Porque aquelas "jornalistaszinhas" de bosta fizeram um site onde só assinantes uol podem entrar e agora? o que eu vou fazer? dessa forma, só me resta visitar o site da minha irmã e de Wilfred. É, é lasca, porque eles não escrevem tod dia?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9169360-110099709374415601?l=semconcerto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semconcerto.blogspot.com/feeds/110099709374415601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9169360&amp;postID=110099709374415601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169360/posts/default/110099709374415601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169360/posts/default/110099709374415601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://semconcerto.blogspot.com/2004/11/foda.html' title='AÍ É FODA!'/><author><name>Lidiane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13056290244943968862</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169360.post-110099615068104709</id><published>2004-11-20T16:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-20T16:15:50.680-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9169360-110099615068104709?l=semconcerto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semconcerto.blogspot.com/feeds/110099615068104709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9169360&amp;postID=110099615068104709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169360/posts/default/110099615068104709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169360/posts/default/110099615068104709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://semconcerto.blogspot.com/2004/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Lidiane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13056290244943968862</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9169360.post-110062110146325765</id><published>2004-11-16T14:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-16T08:05:01.463-08:00</updated><title type='text'>COISAS QUE NÃO ENTENDO:</title><content type='html'>Tem coisas que eu realmente não entendo... Tais como: Como eddie vedder pode ser tão bonito e esquisto ao mesmo tempo; POrque minha memória nunca me deixa lembrar do rosto de pessoas que já passaram há tempo pela minha vida; Porque ela insiste em me fazer lembrar do que eu quero esquecer no momento; Porque as pessoas da tv perdem tempo falando de gretchen; Porque George bush não dá uma passadinha lá no iraque de vez em quando pra ver como vão as coisas ( e sem segurança); Como Paulo maluf pode se candidatar depois de tanta roubalheiraPorque agora que estou grávida, o tempo passa, passa e passa e quendo vou ver, não passou mais que uma semana; Como eu consigo assistir Chaves pela enésima vez e inda achar tudo muito engraçado tudo de novo.... e o mais importante: Como "Senhora Do Destino" se passa em 1992, segundo o autor, e o pessoal já usar celulares com chip e cartão magnético de refeição?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9169360-110062110146325765?l=semconcerto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semconcerto.blogspot.com/feeds/110062110146325765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9169360&amp;postID=110062110146325765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169360/posts/default/110062110146325765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9169360/posts/default/110062110146325765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://semconcerto.blogspot.com/2004/11/coisas-que-no-entendo.html' title='COISAS QUE NÃO ENTENDO:'/><author><name>Lidiane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13056290244943968862</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
