<?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-6135340</id><updated>2011-04-22T01:26:36.072-03:00</updated><title type='text'>nomomento</title><subtitle type='html'>"Sou o Espírito da treva, 
A Noite me traz e leva; 
Moro à beira irreal da Vida, 
Sua onda indefinida 
Refresca-me a alma de espuma... 
Pra além do mar há a bruma... 
E pra aquém? há Cousa ou Fim? 
Nunca olhei para trás de mim..."
(Fernando Pessoa)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nomomento.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6135340/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomomento.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6135340/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Gilda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06929241128710689429</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>144</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6135340.post-108571585631770241</id><published>2004-05-28T00:43:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-05-28T00:54:04.420-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fui, de mala mas deixei a cuia pois pode ser que um dia eu volte.Quem quiser me achar estou aqui.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6135340/posts/default/108571585631770241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6135340/posts/default/108571585631770241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomomento.blogspot.com/2004_05_23_archive.html#108571585631770241' title=''/><author><name>Gilda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06929241128710689429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6135340.post-108570180619337493</id><published>2004-05-27T20:48:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-05-27T20:50:06.193-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>QUEM MERECE LER TANTA PORCARIA?Wicca Para muitos o mundo é mágico, no Brasil mágica faz sucesso até sem propaganda alguma, quem mais vende livro no país ou um dos best seller é o escritor que fala das mágicas do oculto e de como manipular tudo isso em benefício próprio.Tudo o que gira em torno de se beneficiar por meio de seja lá o que for, é bem vindo, se apoiar em patuás , viver na </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6135340/posts/default/108570180619337493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6135340/posts/default/108570180619337493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomomento.blogspot.com/2004_05_23_archive.html#108570180619337493' title=''/><author><name>Gilda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06929241128710689429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6135340.post-108562773851144783</id><published>2004-05-27T00:12:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-05-27T00:15:38.513-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Esse blog nem é cheio de gentes vindo ver.Eu sei que isso ocorre porque a própria dona, sem vergonha na cara e sem falta de tempo e também de idéias não escreve nada que preste por aqui.Então nem tenho a quem avisar a não ser para algumas minímas 4 pessoas que passam por aqui ( Ô DÓ)...rsMas eu estou tentando ir deixando esse blog de lado, e ficar escrevendo lá na uol, onde tudo é mais fácil.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6135340/posts/default/108562773851144783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6135340/posts/default/108562773851144783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomomento.blogspot.com/2004_05_23_archive.html#108562773851144783' title=''/><author><name>Gilda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06929241128710689429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6135340.post-108553740509030040</id><published>2004-05-25T23:04:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-05-25T23:10:05.090-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Recebi por e-mail hoje:Você sabia que, após um ano, a família de Gabriela Pradoa menina assassinada no metrô São Francisco Xavier, Tijuca, Rio de Janeiro,durante um assalto, em 25.03.2003, só conseguiu 600 mil de 1 milhão de assinaturas necessárias para mudar a lei?Nós, internautas e cidadãos solidários, podemos dar nossa colaboração,visitando o site, assinando a lista e divulgando aos nossos</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6135340/posts/default/108553740509030040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6135340/posts/default/108553740509030040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomomento.blogspot.com/2004_05_23_archive.html#108553740509030040' title=''/><author><name>Gilda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06929241128710689429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6135340.post-108544877694624334</id><published>2004-05-24T22:30:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-05-24T22:32:56.946-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Recebi hoje por e-mail!E lendo essas coisas percebemos como cada vez mais estamos no fundo.O que fazer?A "EXCLUÍDA"Apesar de ser uma cidadã brasileira tenhoconsciência de que a Constituição deste país não meabrange, posto que só tenho obrigações, tais como:pagar impostos, tributos, e ser qualificada "classemédia alta". Quanto aos direitos, esses são privilégiodos excluídos.Este país</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6135340/posts/default/108544877694624334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6135340/posts/default/108544877694624334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomomento.blogspot.com/2004_05_23_archive.html#108544877694624334' title=''/><author><name>Gilda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06929241128710689429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6135340.post-108536084402379650</id><published>2004-05-23T22:05:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-05-23T22:07:24.023-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Eu quero:Um scannerUma placa USBE um fotolog.Mas nem o fotolog que é de grátis eu conxego ter.Snif!Nunca tem vaga para eu poder entrar lá.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6135340/posts/default/108536084402379650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6135340/posts/default/108536084402379650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomomento.blogspot.com/2004_05_23_archive.html#108536084402379650' title=''/><author><name>Gilda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06929241128710689429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6135340.post-108536071853006938</id><published>2004-05-23T22:03:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-05-23T22:05:18.530-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Putz!Por que é que no PREVIEW a imagem aparece e no blog não?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6135340/posts/default/108536071853006938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6135340/posts/default/108536071853006938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomomento.blogspot.com/2004_05_23_archive.html#108536071853006938' title=''/><author><name>Gilda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06929241128710689429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6135340.post-108535957345408417</id><published>2004-05-23T21:22:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-05-23T22:01:03.593-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hoje a única coisa que posso oferecer à você são as lembraças.Por isso para não perdê-las também, guarde-as muito bem.Pois é tudo o que te resta.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6135340/posts/default/108535957345408417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6135340/posts/default/108535957345408417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomomento.blogspot.com/2004_05_23_archive.html#108535957345408417' title=''/><author><name>Gilda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06929241128710689429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6135340.post-108534848822876998</id><published>2004-05-23T18:39:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-05-23T18:41:28.230-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tudo bem que as fotos ficaram gigantonas, mas a preguiça não me deixou ir diminuir, e também se deixasse menor o pipi do Brad não iria aparecer.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6135340/posts/default/108534848822876998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6135340/posts/default/108534848822876998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomomento.blogspot.com/2004_05_23_archive.html#108534848822876998' title=''/><author><name>Gilda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06929241128710689429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6135340.post-108534823018841288</id><published>2004-05-23T18:23:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-05-23T18:37:10.186-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mas como homem bom e bonito é sempre bem vindo, não desisti tão fácil.Hugh JackmanJohnny DeppDavid BoreanezBrendan FraserE para fechar com chave de ouro...Brad PittMocinho descuidado.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6135340/posts/default/108534823018841288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6135340/posts/default/108534823018841288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomomento.blogspot.com/2004_05_23_archive.html#108534823018841288' title=''/><author><name>Gilda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06929241128710689429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6135340.post-108534728066392783</id><published>2004-05-23T18:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-05-23T18:21:20.663-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Procurar imagens na internet é um saco tão grande, que acabo desistindo de colocar qualquer coisa aqui.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6135340/posts/default/108534728066392783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6135340/posts/default/108534728066392783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomomento.blogspot.com/2004_05_23_archive.html#108534728066392783' title=''/><author><name>Gilda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06929241128710689429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6135340.post-108527987418748843</id><published>2004-05-22T23:13:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-05-22T23:37:54.186-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Você não tem o que fazer?Eu pelo menos não tenho.Então vamos lá!Coração em:Inglês -  HeartRusso -   ??????Chinês Tradicional -  ??Chinês Simplicaficado - ??Japonês - ??Coreano - ??Alemão -  HerzGrego -   ??????Frances - coeurHolandês - hart</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6135340/posts/default/108527987418748843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6135340/posts/default/108527987418748843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomomento.blogspot.com/2004_05_16_archive.html#108527987418748843' title=''/><author><name>Gilda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06929241128710689429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6135340.post-108527831695599230</id><published>2004-05-22T23:11:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-05-22T23:11:56.956-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Estou romântica hoje.Mas é que na verdade achei essa frase mais do que perfeita!"Amar não é aceitar tudo. Aliás: onde tudo é aceito, desconfio que há falta de amor." Vladimir Maiakovski </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6135340/posts/default/108527831695599230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6135340/posts/default/108527831695599230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomomento.blogspot.com/2004_05_16_archive.html#108527831695599230' title=''/><author><name>Gilda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06929241128710689429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6135340.post-108527806788605574</id><published>2004-05-22T23:04:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-05-22T23:07:47.886-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"A pessoa certa é a que está ao seu lado nos momentos incertos"- Pablo Neruda</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6135340/posts/default/108527806788605574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6135340/posts/default/108527806788605574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomomento.blogspot.com/2004_05_16_archive.html#108527806788605574' title=''/><author><name>Gilda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06929241128710689429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6135340.post-108501996138064295</id><published>2004-05-19T23:25:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-05-19T23:26:01.380-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Só mais um recado meu nego, a casinha aqui esta mais forte que a do Prático dos três Porquinhos.Cuidado para não se quebrar inteiro tentando entrar.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6135340/posts/default/108501996138064295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6135340/posts/default/108501996138064295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomomento.blogspot.com/2004_05_16_archive.html#108501996138064295' title=''/><author><name>Gilda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06929241128710689429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6135340.post-108501989798916014</id><published>2004-05-19T23:22:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-05-19T23:24:57.990-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Não sei o que esses cancerianos pensam da vida.Se é que pensam.Eles aparecem, entram na sua vida sem pedir muita licença.Ai te levam um pouco na conversa e te envolvem.Então sem dizer tchau eles somem e não se importam com seus sentimentos. Quando você sara eles voltam e batem na porta e querem entrar a força.Ah! Meu nego, vc pode chutar, gritar, espernear que aqui você não tem mais lugar </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6135340/posts/default/108501989798916014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6135340/posts/default/108501989798916014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomomento.blogspot.com/2004_05_16_archive.html#108501989798916014' title=''/><author><name>Gilda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06929241128710689429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6135340.post-108501973594055836</id><published>2004-05-19T23:21:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-05-19T23:22:15.940-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sem dúvida alguma sou um imã de loucos.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6135340/posts/default/108501973594055836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6135340/posts/default/108501973594055836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomomento.blogspot.com/2004_05_16_archive.html#108501973594055836' title=''/><author><name>Gilda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06929241128710689429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6135340.post-108501969668528294</id><published>2004-05-19T23:20:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-05-19T23:21:36.686-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Nossa, meu contador tem perninhas?Ele estava lá em cima se não me engano, agora ele já mudou de lugar.Será que estou enganada?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6135340/posts/default/108501969668528294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6135340/posts/default/108501969668528294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomomento.blogspot.com/2004_05_16_archive.html#108501969668528294' title=''/><author><name>Gilda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06929241128710689429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6135340.post-108475771454553990</id><published>2004-05-16T22:25:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-05-16T22:35:14.546-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A curiosidade matou o gato, e a preguiça me matou.E por causa dessa preguiça fico enrolando e até hoje não coloquei o que o Gui passou por e-mailMas hoje criei vergonha na cara e fui lá na Matilda e peguei o link dela e qual não foi a minha surpresa ao perceber que ela já havia surrupiado lá do Meu Mundo!! Meu não da Lu.Mas ai esta.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6135340/posts/default/108475771454553990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6135340/posts/default/108475771454553990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomomento.blogspot.com/2004_05_16_archive.html#108475771454553990' title=''/><author><name>Gilda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06929241128710689429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6135340.post-108467685233505285</id><published>2004-05-16T00:01:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-05-16T00:07:32.336-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>INTERESSA SABER?VOCÊ SABIA...Qual é a diferença entre margarina e manteiga?&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;Ambas têm a mesma quantidade de calorias.A manteiga tem um pouquinho mais de gorduras saturadas - &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = st1 ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" /&gt;8 gramas contra 5 gramas.Comer margarina pode aumentar em 53% a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6135340/posts/default/108467685233505285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6135340/posts/default/108467685233505285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomomento.blogspot.com/2004_05_16_archive.html#108467685233505285' title=''/><author><name>Gilda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06929241128710689429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6135340.post-108466813643557021</id><published>2004-05-15T21:41:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-05-15T21:42:16.436-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Um obstáculo é quase superado quando rimos dele.Bonjour</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6135340/posts/default/108466813643557021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6135340/posts/default/108466813643557021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomomento.blogspot.com/2004_05_09_archive.html#108466813643557021' title=''/><author><name>Gilda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06929241128710689429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6135340.post-108415187513236223</id><published>2004-05-09T22:12:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-05-09T22:24:49.000-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fofolete da macedôniaVocê tem que vir para São Paulo para ir em uma loja comigo lá no shopping Santa Cruz.Não me lembro o nome, peguei um cartão da loja mas dana Mamy´s comeu, mas eu perdoei, porque comida nessa casa não entra mais.Ela foi PROIBIDA de ir ao mercado sozinha, e só se come coisas verdes por esses dias aqui.Mas voltando ao assunto principal, porque perder peso é mero capricho da </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6135340/posts/default/108415187513236223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6135340/posts/default/108415187513236223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomomento.blogspot.com/2004_05_09_archive.html#108415187513236223' title=''/><author><name>Gilda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06929241128710689429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6135340.post-108414984450323219</id><published>2004-05-09T21:40:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-05-09T21:44:04.503-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>O Lulinha não quer funcionar aqui, não sei porque.Mas se estiver mesmo a fim de aprender a dançar vá aqui.E pra dizer a verdade, pelo andar da carruagem, vou migra pra lá de vez, sabe aquilo é algo mais do tamanho do meu QI. Vem tudo prontinho, prontinho...rs.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6135340/posts/default/108414984450323219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6135340/posts/default/108414984450323219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomomento.blogspot.com/2004_05_09_archive.html#108414984450323219' title=''/><author><name>Gilda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06929241128710689429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6135340.post-108414937082947649</id><published>2004-05-09T21:33:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-05-09T21:36:10.830-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Quer dançar?Quer dançar?O Lulinha vai te ensinar.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6135340/posts/default/108414937082947649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6135340/posts/default/108414937082947649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomomento.blogspot.com/2004_05_09_archive.html#108414937082947649' title=''/><author><name>Gilda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06929241128710689429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6135340.post-108414902536788304</id><published>2004-05-09T21:28:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-05-09T21:30:25.366-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Caracas.Do nada esse povo do blogger muda tudo por aqui.Não tem coisa melhor pra fazer não?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6135340/posts/default/108414902536788304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6135340/posts/default/108414902536788304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomomento.blogspot.com/2004_05_09_archive.html#108414902536788304' title=''/><author><name>Gilda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06929241128710689429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6135340.post-108413688516167358</id><published>2004-05-09T18:08:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-05-09T18:13:27.106-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Não concordo com isso não.Humpft!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6135340/posts/default/108413688516167358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6135340/posts/default/108413688516167358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomomento.blogspot.com/2004_05_09_archive.html#108413688516167358' title=''/><author><name>Gilda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06929241128710689429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6135340.post-108411599400829523</id><published>2004-05-09T12:19:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-05-09T12:24:24.840-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Quem me conhece sabe do meu horror, pavor, sei lá mais o que que eu tenho de agulha.Pode nem doer nada, mas passo até mal só de pensar.Tenho que me preparar psicologicamente para uma agulhada, pode ser um preparo de alguns minutos ou de anos.Até hoje ainda penso como foi que tive coragem de fazer a minha tattoo, tudo bem que fiquei me preparando uns 15 anos para isso e mesmo assim foi uma </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6135340/posts/default/108411599400829523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6135340/posts/default/108411599400829523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomomento.blogspot.com/2004_05_09_archive.html#108411599400829523' title=''/><author><name>Gilda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06929241128710689429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6135340.post-108411549840980547</id><published>2004-05-09T12:11:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-05-09T12:16:09.326-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Como ? que ?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6135340/posts/default/108411549840980547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6135340/posts/default/108411549840980547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomomento.blogspot.com/2004_05_09_archive.html#108411549840980547' title=''/><author><name>Gilda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06929241128710689429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6135340.post-108389533661726546</id><published>2004-05-06T23:02:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-05-06T23:06:44.123-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sou uma mulher maduraQue as vezes anda de balanço.Sou uma criança insegura Que as vezes anda de salto alto.(Marta Medeiros)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6135340/posts/default/108389533661726546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6135340/posts/default/108389533661726546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomomento.blogspot.com/2004_05_02_archive.html#108389533661726546' title=''/><author><name>Gilda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06929241128710689429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6135340.post-108382033822113906</id><published>2004-05-06T02:12:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-05-06T02:16:44.450-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Preciso ficar magra urgente.Já, agora.Minha coluna vai agradecer e meu chefe também.Heim?O que? Se eu estou hã hã com meu chefe?Não fofa, é que assim não falto tanto no serviço e meu uniforme fica menor e gasta menos pano.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6135340/posts/default/108382033822113906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6135340/posts/default/108382033822113906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomomento.blogspot.com/2004_05_02_archive.html#108382033822113906' title=''/><author><name>Gilda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06929241128710689429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6135340.post-108381970760287575</id><published>2004-05-06T02:01:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-05-06T02:06:13.920-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tudo bem que eu sei que algumas pessoas irão dizer que sou peste, que sou ruim, que sou má.Mas eu não sou.Mas como é bom não beber e ver os outros soltando a lingua com alguns pequenos goles de caipirinha....rsHoje fui comer sushi com uma colega do curso de desenho, e enquanto eu estava tomando meu ICE TEA, ela bebericava sua caipirinha de frutas vermelhas.Falando bem a verdade, a moça apenas</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6135340/posts/default/108381970760287575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6135340/posts/default/108381970760287575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomomento.blogspot.com/2004_05_02_archive.html#108381970760287575' title=''/><author><name>Gilda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06929241128710689429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6135340.post-108381139666333887</id><published>2004-05-05T23:43:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-05-05T23:47:42.280-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ui, ui...Que emoção, meu blog voltou.Brigadu Lu.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6135340/posts/default/108381139666333887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6135340/posts/default/108381139666333887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomomento.blogspot.com/2004_05_02_archive.html#108381139666333887' title=''/><author><name>Gilda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06929241128710689429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6135340.post-108353882179220237</id><published>2004-05-02T20:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-05-05T02:34:39.593-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ando tão apressada, não que esteja correndo contra o tempo não, mas são mil idéias que corro para não perder nenhuma.Mas com essa pressa senti que estou deixando outras coisas importantes da minha vida de lado.Preciso dar uma brecada e voltar para dar uma olhada.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6135340/posts/default/108353882179220237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6135340/posts/default/108353882179220237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomomento.blogspot.com/2004_05_02_archive.html#108353882179220237' title=''/><author><name>Gilda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06929241128710689429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6135340.post-108353872536161520</id><published>2004-05-02T19:58:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-05-02T20:03:06.450-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Acho que o senhor seu blogger não sabe contar.Aparece lá que existem 4 comentários, mas só conxego ler 1.Como assim?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6135340/posts/default/108353872536161520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6135340/posts/default/108353872536161520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomomento.blogspot.com/2004_05_02_archive.html#108353872536161520' title=''/><author><name>Gilda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06929241128710689429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6135340.post-108303161872442152</id><published>2004-04-26T23:06:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-04-26T23:11:12.450-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Apesar de tudo, me levantarei novamente: Voltarei ao meu lápis, que abandonei durante meu grande desânimo, e continuarei com meus desenhos." Vincent van Gogh</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6135340/posts/default/108303161872442152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6135340/posts/default/108303161872442152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomomento.blogspot.com/2004_04_25_archive.html#108303161872442152' title=''/><author><name>Gilda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06929241128710689429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6135340.post-108251683226077401</id><published>2004-04-21T00:07:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-04-21T00:11:17.810-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>No momento, nem sei bem como estou.Mas estou bem.E poxa! Como eu mudei.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6135340/posts/default/108251683226077401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6135340/posts/default/108251683226077401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomomento.blogspot.com/2004_04_18_archive.html#108251683226077401' title=''/><author><name>Gilda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06929241128710689429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6135340.post-108231859746019405</id><published>2004-04-18T17:03:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-04-18T17:07:19.890-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Prontio.Um blog meia boca, mas pelo menos esta dando para ler.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6135340/posts/default/108231859746019405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6135340/posts/default/108231859746019405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomomento.blogspot.com/2004_04_18_archive.html#108231859746019405' title=''/><author><name>Gilda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06929241128710689429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6135340.post-108231828400502098</id><published>2004-04-18T16:58:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-04-18T17:02:05.686-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Teste</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6135340/posts/default/108231828400502098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6135340/posts/default/108231828400502098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomomento.blogspot.com/2004_04_18_archive.html#108231828400502098' title=''/><author><name>Gilda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06929241128710689429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6135340.post-108162059294624285</id><published>2004-04-10T15:09:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-04-10T15:13:44.186-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Por que meu blog gosta tanto de sumir?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6135340/posts/default/108162059294624285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6135340/posts/default/108162059294624285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomomento.blogspot.com/2004_04_04_archive.html#108162059294624285' title=''/><author><name>Gilda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06929241128710689429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6135340.post-108068770157463697</id><published>2004-03-30T20:01:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-03-30T20:05:18.060-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6135340/posts/default/108068770157463697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6135340/posts/default/108068770157463697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomomento.blogspot.com/2004_03_28_archive.html#108068770157463697' title=''/><author><name>Gilda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06929241128710689429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6135340.post-108052928804911888</id><published>2004-03-29T00:01:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-03-29T00:05:02.030-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Agora entrei na fase do "estou pagando pra ver" e quando chego nesse ponto, vou até o fim, para ver no que vai dar.Não tem mais volta.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6135340/posts/default/108052928804911888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6135340/posts/default/108052928804911888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomomento.blogspot.com/2004_03_28_archive.html#108052928804911888' title=''/><author><name>Gilda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06929241128710689429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6135340.post-108043497938816672</id><published>2004-03-27T21:49:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-03-27T21:53:11.200-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Nas duas faces de EvaA bela e a feraUm certo sorriso de quem nada querSexo frágilNão foge à lutaE nem só de cama vive a mulherPor isso não provoqueÉ cor de rosa choqueNão provoqueÉ cor de rosa choqueNão provoqueÉ cor de rosa choquePor isso não provoqueÉ cor de rosa choqueMulher é bicho esquisitoTodo o mês san..graUm sexto sentido maior que a razãoGata borralheiraVocê é princesa</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6135340/posts/default/108043497938816672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6135340/posts/default/108043497938816672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomomento.blogspot.com/2004_03_21_archive.html#108043497938816672' title=''/><author><name>Gilda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06929241128710689429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6135340.post-108034429641886021</id><published>2004-03-26T20:38:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-03-26T20:41:46.950-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sexo Frágil.Nós ou Eles?Amanhã falo mais sobre o que penso e o que eu vejo.</summary><link rel='edit' 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aparece?Se isso acontecer eu vou ter que ir ao salão aqui ao lado e expulsar 4 moçoilas que estiverem lá, fazendo alguma coisa. Calma, não vou expulsar nenhuma noiva não.Eu vou perguntar o que as fofis irão fazer e o motivo, as 4 que menos me convenserem</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6135340/posts/default/107978676669455625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6135340/posts/default/107978676669455625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomomento.blogspot.com/2004_03_14_archive.html#107978676669455625' title=''/><author><name>Gilda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06929241128710689429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6135340.post-107965034880402865</id><published>2004-03-18T19:52:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-03-18T19:55:48.903-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Vocês tem noção de que sábado esta chegando?Você tem noção disso NOIVA?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6135340/posts/default/107965034880402865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6135340/posts/default/107965034880402865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomomento.blogspot.com/2004_03_14_archive.html#107965034880402865' title=''/><author><name>Gilda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06929241128710689429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6135340.post-107922118594381281</id><published>2004-03-13T20:39:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-03-13T20:42:58.796-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Estava me trocando para o grande evento desta noite e meu pai veio me dizendo que se ele fosse eu, não sairia para me curar bem da gripe.Mas como ele não sou eu...Mas voltando, se festa fosse de qualquer outra pessoa, eu não iria mesmo pois a gripe me grudou e não posso dar bobeira...... Mas eu também acho que ele tem muito mais com que se preocupar do que com a minha vida!Tô muito melhor que</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6135340/posts/default/107922118594381281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6135340/posts/default/107922118594381281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomomento.blogspot.com/2004_03_07_archive.html#107922118594381281' title=''/><author><name>Gilda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06929241128710689429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6135340.post-107920624537537029</id><published>2004-03-13T16:30:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-03-13T16:39:39.200-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Esse blog tá muito gay.Tudo bem que faço parte da sociedade dos gliters alguma coisa.Mas pera ai, não vamos exagerar num é?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6135340/posts/default/107920624537537029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6135340/posts/default/107920624537537029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomomento.blogspot.com/2004_03_07_archive.html#107920624537537029' title=''/><author><name>Gilda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06929241128710689429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6135340.post-107920546817218187</id><published>2004-03-13T16:17:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-03-13T16:40:40.810-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hoje tem festa!Dia da despedida de solteira da minha irmã.Ai!!! Ela vai mesmo casar.A festa vai ser aqui:Conexion CaribeEndereço: R. Belmiro Braga, 200Vila Madalena - São Paulo - SPTelefone: (11) 3813-5229E o babado é assim:Os dois andares de um sobradinho apertado transformam-se à noite em umafervilhante casa caribenha. Entre as mesas, dança-se sem parar. A festa começa na sala de </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6135340/posts/default/107920546817218187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6135340/posts/default/107920546817218187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomomento.blogspot.com/2004_03_07_archive.html#107920546817218187' title=''/><author><name>Gilda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06929241128710689429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6135340.post-107920375532629604</id><published>2004-03-13T15:49:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-03-13T15:54:57.733-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ganhei de um amigo de longe!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6135340/posts/default/107920375532629604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6135340/posts/default/107920375532629604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomomento.blogspot.com/2004_03_07_archive.html#107920375532629604' title=''/><author><name>Gilda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06929241128710689429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6135340.post-107920088149593297</id><published>2004-03-13T15:01:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-03-13T15:06:22.856-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Isso lá é hora de você chegar?Não, não é!XÔ INFERNO ASTRAL.Quem deixou você chegar antes do tempo?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6135340/posts/default/107920088149593297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6135340/posts/default/107920088149593297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomomento.blogspot.com/2004_03_07_archive.html#107920088149593297' title=''/><author><name>Gilda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06929241128710689429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6135340.post-107915038283625141</id><published>2004-03-13T00:59:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-03-13T01:06:18.233-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>O TEMPO O tempo é muito lento para os que esperam,muito rápido para os que tem medo,muito longo para os que lamentam,muito curto para os que festejam.Mas, para os que amam,o tempo é Eternidade...William Shakespeare </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6135340/posts/default/107915038283625141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6135340/posts/default/107915038283625141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomomento.blogspot.com/2004_03_07_archive.html#107915038283625141' title=''/><author><name>Gilda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06929241128710689429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6135340.post-107915025973812524</id><published>2004-03-13T00:57:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-03-13T01:00:51.076-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ALMAS GÊMEASConta a lenda grega que Zeus teria criado um ser, único em sua existência. Andrógeno se chamava. Esse ser era infinitamente feliz, pois era completo. Era homem e mulher no mesmo corpo, e assim tinha poderes incalculáveis.Foi a maior criação de Zeus. Um ser completo, único a ser feliz no mundo mortal. Porém, um dia, os andrógenos estavam entediados por serem completos. Queriam e </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6135340/posts/default/107915025973812524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6135340/posts/default/107915025973812524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomomento.blogspot.com/2004_03_07_archive.html#107915025973812524' title=''/><author><name>Gilda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06929241128710689429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6135340.post-107913111078555611</id><published>2004-03-12T19:38:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-03-12T19:41:42.233-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tudo bem que as perninhas do P e o rabinho do G alguém comeu e não aparece.</summary><link rel='edit' 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type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6135340/posts/default/107912959665662247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6135340/posts/default/107912959665662247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomomento.blogspot.com/2004_03_07_archive.html#107912959665662247' title=''/><author><name>Gilda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06929241128710689429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6135340.post-107906629750762545</id><published>2004-03-12T01:38:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-03-12T01:41:27.763-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tá muito chique esse meu blog colorido!!!Estou quase ficando metida.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6135340/posts/default/107906629750762545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6135340/posts/default/107906629750762545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomomento.blogspot.com/2004_03_07_archive.html#107906629750762545' title=''/><author><name>Gilda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06929241128710689429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6135340.post-107906546591707959</id><published>2004-03-12T01:24:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-03-12T01:27:36.360-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>GANHEI PARA REFLETIRA vida não dá garantiasdaquilo que você vai ter.Ela só lhe dá tempo para escolher,arriscar-see descobrir quaisquer segredosque possam surgir em seu caminho(Deanna Beisser)Obrigada Lu!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6135340/posts/default/107906546591707959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6135340/posts/default/107906546591707959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomomento.blogspot.com/2004_03_07_archive.html#107906546591707959' title=''/><author><name>Gilda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06929241128710689429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6135340.post-107906158113416021</id><published>2004-03-12T00:19:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-03-12T00:49:34.843-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>EROSEros ou Cupido.Menino travesso, que com sua flecha ligeira e certeira espeta o coração dos desavisados e amor chega quando menos se espera. E ai você sente aquele calor e ama o mundo sem nem saber bem porque, ama aquele rapaz que canta bonito no videokê sem nunca nem tê-lo visto. Mas as vezes o mocinho é mais do que brincalhão, fere logo dois corações ao mesmo tempo e o amor chega de uma</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6135340/posts/default/107906158113416021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6135340/posts/default/107906158113416021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomomento.blogspot.com/2004_03_07_archive.html#107906158113416021' title=''/><author><name>Gilda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06929241128710689429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6135340.post-107905993602678597</id><published>2004-03-11T23:52:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-03-12T00:14:54.263-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Amor. O que é amar afinal de contas?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6135340/posts/default/107905993602678597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6135340/posts/default/107905993602678597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomomento.blogspot.com/2004_03_07_archive.html#107905993602678597' title=''/><author><name>Gilda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06929241128710689429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6135340.post-107905868396648958</id><published>2004-03-11T23:31:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-03-11T23:34:34.186-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Um dia te dei meu amor, minha amizade e meu coração.Você guardou na sua estante e escondeu tanto para que outros não o vissem que ele foi se espremendo, e tudo o que te dei ficou preso e eu junto, mas por mais sólido que estava se partiu, se espatifou.Hoje você tenta colar os restos, as migalhas, mas saiba que não dá mais.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6135340/posts/default/107905868396648958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6135340/posts/default/107905868396648958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomomento.blogspot.com/2004_03_07_archive.html#107905868396648958' title=''/><author><name>Gilda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06929241128710689429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6135340.post-107905767633758624</id><published>2004-03-11T23:14:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-03-11T23:32:59.123-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Gentis, olha o que eu aprendi a fazer!!Ela que me ensinou... :-)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6135340/posts/default/107905767633758624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6135340/posts/default/107905767633758624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomomento.blogspot.com/2004_03_07_archive.html#107905767633758624' title=''/><author><name>Gilda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06929241128710689429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6135340.post-107902190192308257</id><published>2004-03-11T13:18:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-03-12T01:40:10.746-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>DESCOBERTA DO MOMENTO:NÃO SEI SER MEIO TERMO</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6135340/posts/default/107902190192308257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6135340/posts/default/107902190192308257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomomento.blogspot.com/2004_03_07_archive.html#107902190192308257' title=''/><author><name>Gilda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06929241128710689429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6135340.post-107902068572476689</id><published>2004-03-11T12:58:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-03-11T13:10:40.843-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ELA TARDA, MAS NÃO FALHA.Fazia tempo que eu não ouvia a voz dela, fazia tempo que ela na verdade não falava comigo.Mas lógico que quando ela "aparece" é para dar bronca e não foi diferente ontem né?Mas foi bom sabe, levei um balanço dos bem fortes e eu estava precisando.Bastou eu dizer que ia mudar meu rumo para esquecer a problemas atual, que ela gritou!Tá tudo bem, você tem razão e não </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6135340/posts/default/107902068572476689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6135340/posts/default/107902068572476689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomomento.blogspot.com/2004_03_07_archive.html#107902068572476689' title=''/><author><name>Gilda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06929241128710689429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6135340.post-107883655947740924</id><published>2004-03-09T09:49:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-03-09T09:52:25.966-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>DODOI, MUITO DODOI.COF!! COF!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6135340/posts/default/107883655947740924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6135340/posts/default/107883655947740924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomomento.blogspot.com/2004_03_07_archive.html#107883655947740924' title=''/><author><name>Gilda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06929241128710689429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6135340.post-107867781221822238</id><published>2004-03-07T13:43:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-03-07T20:51:33.873-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SerQuem é você que entra nos meus mais íntimos sonhos?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6135340/posts/default/107867781221822238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6135340/posts/default/107867781221822238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomomento.blogspot.com/2004_03_07_archive.html#107867781221822238' title=''/><author><name>Gilda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06929241128710689429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6135340.post-107863440100064263</id><published>2004-03-07T01:40:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-03-07T01:43:04.403-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>OS VERDADEIROS AMIGOS SÃO ANJOS Descobri essa irrefutável verdade ao perceber o quanto são raras essas preciosidades que chegam de repente na vida da gente e se alojam devagarinho em local especial e essencial da nossa existência. No decorrer dos anos, encontramos vários tipos de anjos: Alguns são sonsos, vão se apoderando do nosso carinho como quem não quer nada, até que, quando percebemos,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6135340/posts/default/107863440100064263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6135340/posts/default/107863440100064263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomomento.blogspot.com/2004_03_07_archive.html#107863440100064263' title=''/><author><name>Gilda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06929241128710689429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6135340.post-107862311528338875</id><published>2004-03-06T22:27:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-03-06T23:05:56.186-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Estava "andando" por ai, e encontrei na no mundo dela...A cada dia que vivo, mais me convenço de que o desperdício da vida está no amor que não damos, nas forças que não usamos, na prudência egoísta que nada arrisca, e que, esquivando-se do sofrimento, perdemos também a felicidade. A dor é inevitável. O sofrimento é opcional. (Carlos Drummond de Andrade)E quando li isso me senti bestinha, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6135340/posts/default/107862311528338875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6135340/posts/default/107862311528338875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomomento.blogspot.com/2004_02_29_archive.html#107862311528338875' title=''/><author><name>Gilda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06929241128710689429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6135340.post-107836886429644092</id><published>2004-03-03T23:44:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-03-06T23:07:29.576-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>PELA LUZ DOS OLHOS TEUS!Hoje percebi que desde que te reencontrei não olhei nenhuma vez dentro de seus olhos.Se eu olhar será que encontro algo?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6135340/posts/default/107836886429644092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6135340/posts/default/107836886429644092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomomento.blogspot.com/2004_02_29_archive.html#107836886429644092' title=''/><author><name>Gilda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06929241128710689429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6135340.post-107819572366237587</id><published>2004-03-01T23:43:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-03-06T23:24:36.483-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A MAIS DOIDA QUE NOS TEMOS.Temos a melhor de todas e a pior de todas no nosso nucleo.E agora para felicidade de vocês a  PIOR QUE NÓS TEMOS, mas conhecida como DOIDA, tem um blog também.Coisa bem novinha, mas vale a pena conferir.Tudo bem que ela se inspirou no Fautão rsss, mas ela é muito melhor.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6135340/posts/default/107819572366237587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6135340/posts/default/107819572366237587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomomento.blogspot.com/2004_02_29_archive.html#107819572366237587' title=''/><author><name>Gilda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06929241128710689429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6135340.post-107819461032783287</id><published>2004-03-01T23:28:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-03-01T23:39:28.450-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Show de cores.Um dia todos ouvirão falar do meu nome e venderei meus quadros como ele.Terá fila em minha porta para encomendas.Mas como ainda sou desconhecida, vale a pena conferir:http://www.britto.com/brittocentral.htm</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6135340/posts/default/107819461032783287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6135340/posts/default/107819461032783287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomomento.blogspot.com/2004_02_29_archive.html#107819461032783287' title=''/><author><name>Gilda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06929241128710689429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6135340.post-107819429147950194</id><published>2004-03-01T23:23:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-03-01T23:30:52.840-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HOJE EU QUERIAColoSaber o que fazerTer certeza do que dizerIr por aliE chegar lá com certeza.Mas quem garante?Ninguém!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6135340/posts/default/107819429147950194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6135340/posts/default/107819429147950194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomomento.blogspot.com/2004_02_29_archive.html#107819429147950194' title=''/><author><name>Gilda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06929241128710689429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6135340.post-107806842633663821</id><published>2004-02-29T12:24:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-02-29T13:58:02.436-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Recebi um e-mail hoje com duas  piadas e não pude deixar de lembra da Paty Jane a doida.Eu vi a imagem perfeitamente da menininha com vários lápis na mão e se sentindo o seu mais importânte do mundo.Se ela já não estivesse velhinha com certeza seria a tal criança, é a cara dela...REAGE BATMANUma professora de creche observava as crianças de sua turma desenhando. Ocasionalmente passeava </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6135340/posts/default/107806842633663821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6135340/posts/default/107806842633663821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomomento.blogspot.com/2004_02_29_archive.html#107806842633663821' title=''/><author><name>Gilda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06929241128710689429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6135340.post-107766120309360707</id><published>2004-02-24T19:20:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-02-24T19:22:51.280-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Acabei de descobrir que não aguento  mais ver a cara preta do meu blog!Como é triste nem ser da telefonica e ser incompetente para mudar as coisas por aqui.Ai como eu sofro!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6135340/posts/default/107766120309360707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6135340/posts/default/107766120309360707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomomento.blogspot.com/2004_02_22_archive.html#107766120309360707' title=''/><author><name>Gilda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06929241128710689429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6135340.post-107764748633098682</id><published>2004-02-24T15:31:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-02-24T15:49:15.373-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Telefonica!!! LixoHoje eu queria uma simples informação e liguei para o 0800-7715102 (serviço de informações da telefonica).Atendeu uma bem humorada secretaria eletrônica dizendo que agora os serviços por lá mudaram para melhor nos atedender.Hum! Você acredita?Em seguida ela diz:- Diga a informação de deseja: * Telefone residencial* Telefone comercial* Outras informações.Bem, no meu </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6135340/posts/default/107764748633098682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6135340/posts/default/107764748633098682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomomento.blogspot.com/2004_02_22_archive.html#107764748633098682' title=''/><author><name>Gilda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06929241128710689429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6135340.post-107755925875562798</id><published>2004-02-23T15:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-02-23T15:16:23.093-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Geralmente as meninas consideram o seu pai o seu herói.Mas ela como sempre foi estranha nunca viu no pai nada demais, muito pelo contrário via era de menos.Ele queria que ela fosse de uma maneira que ela nunca foi, ele queria que ela o chamasse e papai, mas isso não agradava a garota, na verdade ela nem conseguia pronunciar essa palavra "papai" achava a  coisa muito patética. O pai dizia que </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6135340/posts/default/107755925875562798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6135340/posts/default/107755925875562798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomomento.blogspot.com/2004_02_22_archive.html#107755925875562798' title=''/><author><name>Gilda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06929241128710689429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6135340.post-107748332968118881</id><published>2004-02-22T17:55:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-02-22T17:58:14.560-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Irmã querida!Tai porque dependo tanto de você rsssQuiz clássicos do cinemaResultado: 2 de 10 respostas corretas Você sempre dependeu da bondade de estranhos. Especialmente daqueles que o levam para ver bons clássicos... Que tal correr à locadora e pegar alguns filmes mais antigos?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6135340/posts/default/107748332968118881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6135340/posts/default/107748332968118881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomomento.blogspot.com/2004_02_22_archive.html#107748332968118881' title=''/><author><name>Gilda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06929241128710689429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6135340.post-107739275902336470</id><published>2004-02-21T16:17:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-02-21T16:50:00.513-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Prontinha para sair para Santos.Estou levando chocolate para fazer bolinhos de chuva.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6135340/posts/default/107739275902336470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6135340/posts/default/107739275902336470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomomento.blogspot.com/2004_02_15_archive.html#107739275902336470' title=''/><author><name>Gilda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06929241128710689429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6135340.post-107739100869052715</id><published>2004-02-21T16:16:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-02-21T17:50:11.810-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Então...Tenho fases, como a lua Fases de andar escondida, fases de vir para a rua... Perdição da minha vida! Perdição da vida minha! Tenho fases de ser tua,tenho outras de ser sozinha Fases que vão e que vêm, no secreto calendário que um astrólogo arbitrário inventou para meu uso.E roda a melancolia seu interminável fuso!Não me encontro com ninguém (tenho fases, como a lua...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6135340/posts/default/107739100869052715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6135340/posts/default/107739100869052715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomomento.blogspot.com/2004_02_15_archive.html#107739100869052715' title=''/><author><name>Gilda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06929241128710689429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6135340.post-107738521255836614</id><published>2004-02-21T14:40:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-02-21T14:42:56.090-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>O dia em que parar de desconfiar de quase tudo e todos, quem sabe eu posso viver em paz.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6135340/posts/default/107738521255836614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6135340/posts/default/107738521255836614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomomento.blogspot.com/2004_02_15_archive.html#107738521255836614' title=''/><author><name>Gilda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06929241128710689429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6135340.post-107738474477874537</id><published>2004-02-21T14:32:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-02-24T22:30:14.623-03:00</updated><title type='text'>o</title><summary type='text'>Recebi por e-mail hoje de uma amigo.Pena que não deu para colocar a figura, pois é muito fofa." Pros erros há perdão; pros fracassos, chance; pro amores impossíveis, tempo.De nada adianta cercar um coração vazio ou economizar alma. Um romance cujo fim é instantâneo ou indolor não é romance. Não deixe que a saudade sufoque, que a rotina acomode, que o medo impeça de tentar..."Luis Fernando </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6135340/posts/default/107738474477874537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6135340/posts/default/107738474477874537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomomento.blogspot.com/2004_02_15_archive.html#107738474477874537' title='o'/><author><name>Gilda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06929241128710689429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6135340.post-107738396078647416</id><published>2004-02-21T14:19:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-02-21T14:22:04.576-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Se hoje eu tivesse que escolher alguém para beijar, ficar, transar....Não escolheria ninguém.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6135340/posts/default/107738396078647416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6135340/posts/default/107738396078647416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomomento.blogspot.com/2004_02_15_archive.html#107738396078647416' title=''/><author><name>Gilda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06929241128710689429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6135340.post-107628951581937725</id><published>2004-02-08T23:18:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2004-02-19T18:38:46.700-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>O difícil é ser chique né bem!?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6135340/posts/default/107628951581937725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6135340/posts/default/107628951581937725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomomento.blogspot.com/2004_02_08_archive.html#107628951581937725' title=''/><author><name>Gilda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06929241128710689429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6135340.post-107628938250374453</id><published>2004-02-08T23:16:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2004-02-08T23:20:14.106-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Andei olhando as pessoas, até algumas mais próximas, e como é fácil ser brega.Muitas ainda cometem gafes como usar blusa preta transparente com sutiã claro ou então blusas brancas con sutiã vermelho e aquelas saias no meio da canela com bota cano baixo?Um horrô.Melhor parar de comentar.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6135340/posts/default/107628938250374453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6135340/posts/default/107628938250374453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomomento.blogspot.com/2004_02_08_archive.html#107628938250374453' title=''/><author><name>Gilda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06929241128710689429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6135340.post-107620415405866121</id><published>2004-02-07T23:35:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2004-02-07T23:38:18.903-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A diferença entre gostar muito e amar esta tão pequena que nem sei mais distinguir.Complicado isso, e esta me botando louca.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6135340/posts/default/107620415405866121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6135340/posts/default/107620415405866121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomomento.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107620415405866121' title=''/><author><name>Gilda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06929241128710689429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6135340.post-107585523001799595</id><published>2004-02-03T22:40:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2004-02-03T22:42:49.123-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Última notícia...Minha irmã tem blog novo.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6135340/posts/default/107585523001799595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6135340/posts/default/107585523001799595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomomento.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107585523001799595' title=''/><author><name>Gilda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06929241128710689429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6135340.post-107585516397408650</id><published>2004-02-03T22:39:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2004-02-07T23:37:02.890-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Antes que eu me esqueça, se alguém perguntar por mim, sai, estou na padaria comendo sonho.Só não conto em qual padaria...rs</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6135340/posts/default/107585516397408650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6135340/posts/default/107585516397408650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomomento.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107585516397408650' title=''/><author><name>Gilda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06929241128710689429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6135340.post-107585505747051517</id><published>2004-02-03T22:37:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2004-02-03T22:39:56.623-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>É sempre bom passear, viajar, ver amigos.Mas é muito bom também estar em casa, pensar na vida, pensar nas coisas boas e perceber que tem várias coisas dando certo.Perceber que alguns meses atrás eu plantei alguns sonhos dentro de um vaso, e tinha certeza que quando aquele plantinha desse o primeiro ar da graça, saisse o primeiro brotinho, os Deuses iriam me dar pelo menos um de todos aqueles </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6135340/posts/default/107585505747051517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6135340/posts/default/107585505747051517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomomento.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107585505747051517' title=''/><author><name>Gilda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06929241128710689429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6135340.post-107585460863506949</id><published>2004-02-03T22:30:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2004-02-03T22:32:27.873-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>...Voltei!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6135340/posts/default/107585460863506949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6135340/posts/default/107585460863506949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomomento.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107585460863506949' title=''/><author><name>Gilda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06929241128710689429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6135340.post-107549435914346731</id><published>2004-01-30T18:25:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2004-01-30T18:28:12.810-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Indo...Mas eu volto logo.Será que tem alguém preocupado com isso?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6135340/posts/default/107549435914346731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6135340/posts/default/107549435914346731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomomento.blogspot.com/2004_01_25_archive.html#107549435914346731' title=''/><author><name>Gilda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06929241128710689429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6135340.post-107549422327160388</id><published>2004-01-30T18:23:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2004-01-30T18:25:56.860-02:00</updated><title type='text'>.</title><summary type='text'>Indo..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6135340/posts/default/107549422327160388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6135340/posts/default/107549422327160388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomomento.blogspot.com/2004_01_25_archive.html#107549422327160388' title='.'/><author><name>Gilda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06929241128710689429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6135340.post-107545993011557159</id><published>2004-01-30T08:52:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2004-01-30T08:54:22.780-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Quer seja curto ou compridoQuer seja fino ou mais grossoÉ um órgão muito queridoPor não ter espinhas nem ossoDe incalculável valorNinguém tem um a maisE desempenha no amorUm dos papéis principaisQuando uma dama apareceEi-lo a pular com fervorSe de um rapaz, estremeceSe de  velho, tem pouco vigorO seu nome não é tão feioPois tem sete letrinhas sóTem um R e um A no meioComeça em C</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6135340/posts/default/107545993011557159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6135340/posts/default/107545993011557159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomomento.blogspot.com/2004_01_25_archive.html#107545993011557159' title=''/><author><name>Gilda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06929241128710689429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6135340.post-107545990294422444</id><published>2004-01-30T08:51:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2004-01-30T08:53:55.606-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>TODO MUNDO TEM STRESS A lesma, o cavalo de corrida,A girafa, o leopardo, a raposa,A cigarra, o vaga-lume, a mariposa,O cão, o gato, o rato sua comida;Quem diria, até mesmo o bicho-preguiça,A criança, o adolescente, o adulto e o idoso,O corintiano, o palmeirense, o sanpaulino orgulhosoO trânsito, o governo, a demorada justiça;O que trabalha, o desempregado, o aposentado,O operário, o </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6135340/posts/default/107545990294422444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6135340/posts/default/107545990294422444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomomento.blogspot.com/2004_01_25_archive.html#107545990294422444' title=''/><author><name>Gilda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06929241128710689429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6135340.post-107543105130846927</id><published>2004-01-30T00:50:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2004-01-30T00:53:04.310-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Com certeza eu sou pancada da cabeça.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6135340/posts/default/107543105130846927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6135340/posts/default/107543105130846927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomomento.blogspot.com/2004_01_25_archive.html#107543105130846927' title=''/><author><name>Gilda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06929241128710689429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6135340.post-107525566956781339</id><published>2004-01-28T00:07:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2004-01-28T00:14:44.543-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Há alguns anos uma super amiga minha (pelo menos eu acreditava que era) olhou na minha e sem mais nem menos, me disse cobras e lagartos.Disse que eu era pessíma, que eu não percebia mas que eu tinha coisas ruins comigo, que eu reclamada da minha família, (quem é que nunca reclama das manias dos pais para os amigos mais proxímos), enfim me deixou com cara de ué e foi embora.E nesse domingo a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6135340/posts/default/107525566956781339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6135340/posts/default/107525566956781339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomomento.blogspot.com/2004_01_25_archive.html#107525566956781339' title=''/><author><name>Gilda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06929241128710689429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6135340.post-107525461964470100</id><published>2004-01-27T23:50:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2004-01-27T23:52:29.860-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Nossa meu blog esta decadente demais.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6135340/posts/default/107525461964470100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6135340/posts/default/107525461964470100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomomento.blogspot.com/2004_01_25_archive.html#107525461964470100' title=''/><author><name>Gilda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06929241128710689429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6135340.post-107516950959675637</id><published>2004-01-27T00:11:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2004-01-27T00:13:58.200-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Eu tinha, na verdade ainda tenho, uma coisa import?nte para escrever aqui, mas me deu soninho.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6135340/posts/default/107516950959675637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6135340/posts/default/107516950959675637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomomento.blogspot.com/2004_01_25_archive.html#107516950959675637' title=''/><author><name>Gilda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06929241128710689429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6135340.post-107516681241935770</id><published>2004-01-26T23:26:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2004-01-26T23:29:00.780-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Eu fico assistindo as novelas da globo e fico achando que o amo existe e que eu estou podendo arrumar isso.Ei, xiu!!! Volta pra viu, pois você não tem direito a essas coisas.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6135340/posts/default/107516681241935770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6135340/posts/default/107516681241935770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomomento.blogspot.com/2004_01_25_archive.html#107516681241935770' title=''/><author><name>Gilda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06929241128710689429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6135340.post-107511480084748976</id><published>2004-01-26T09:00:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2004-01-26T09:02:08.733-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Me contem, o que está acontecendo com os acentos?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6135340/posts/default/107511480084748976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6135340/posts/default/107511480084748976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomomento.blogspot.com/2004_01_25_archive.html#107511480084748976' title=''/><author><name>Gilda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06929241128710689429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6135340.post-107506624788082762</id><published>2004-01-25T19:30:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2004-01-25T19:32:54.560-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ontem a Aninha jogou tarot para mim.E saiu tantas coisas boas, mas tão boas, que estou preocupada.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6135340/posts/default/107506624788082762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6135340/posts/default/107506624788082762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomomento.blogspot.com/2004_01_25_archive.html#107506624788082762' title=''/><author><name>Gilda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06929241128710689429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6135340.post-107506618039128383</id><published>2004-01-25T19:29:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2004-01-25T19:31:47.090-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ligue,...Mas não tinha ninguém em casa.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6135340/posts/default/107506618039128383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6135340/posts/default/107506618039128383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomomento.blogspot.com/2004_01_25_archive.html#107506618039128383' title=''/><author><name>Gilda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06929241128710689429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6135340.post-107506473277632088</id><published>2004-01-25T19:05:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2004-01-25T19:07:39.793-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Chuva!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6135340/posts/default/107506473277632088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6135340/posts/default/107506473277632088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nomomento.blogspot.com/2004_01_25_archive.html#107506473277632088' title=''/><author><name>Gilda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06929241128710689429</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
