<?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-3863483</id><updated>2011-04-21T22:44:42.459-04:00</updated><title type='text'>meu cantinho poético</title><subtitle type='html'>Este é o mundo dos opostos que vivem em luta porem trazem a harmonia para a vida como o amor e o odio. "Odi et amo, quare id faciam fortasse requiris. Nescio, sed fieri sentio et excrucior."</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lid_brazilianbuttercup.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863483/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lid_brazilianbuttercup.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863483/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Lidiane Luiza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00642615442322306609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>129</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863483.post-112640381923585893</id><published>2005-09-10T21:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-10T21:56:59.240-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>É, depois de anos, deu vontade de escrever um pouco. Estava ouvindo uma música aqui que me fez relembrar antigos sentimentos que me fizeram começar a escrever aqui há alguns anos. Lá vai: "Me sinto só, me sinto só, me sinto tão seu. Me sinto tão me sinto só, e sou teu"Pois, é depois de anos e anos, parece que as palavras são as mesmas, os sentimetos são relembrados, a única coisa que muda é a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863483/posts/default/112640381923585893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863483/posts/default/112640381923585893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lid_brazilianbuttercup.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112640381923585893' title=''/><author><name>Lidiane Luiza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00642615442322306609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3863483.post-109432518683619972</id><published>2004-09-04T16:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-04T15:13:06.836-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Estou ficando famosa... Nossa, deu até saudade de Detroit.  Deu para relembrar alguns momentos. Nem parece que passou um ano que eu fui para lá. Um dia eu volto a viajar assim.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863483/posts/default/109432518683619972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863483/posts/default/109432518683619972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lid_brazilianbuttercup.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109432518683619972' title=''/><author><name>Lidiane Luiza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00642615442322306609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3863483.post-108446875111233170</id><published>2004-05-13T13:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-13T13:19:11.113-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Já dizia o velho ditado... Men from Mars, women from Venus. Por que dois seres da mesma espécie conseguem se diferenciar tanto? Quando estudei teoria feminista lá em Detroit, vi que a maioria das teorias surgiram justamente porque a mulheres nunca conseguiram aceitar ou entender tanta diferença e discriminação. Mas faz sentido, se acompanharmos o raciocínio delas (quero dizer noss, pois também </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863483/posts/default/108446875111233170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863483/posts/default/108446875111233170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lid_brazilianbuttercup.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108446875111233170' title=''/><author><name>Lidiane Luiza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00642615442322306609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3863483.post-108273929646707354</id><published>2004-04-23T12:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-23T12:58:58.420-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Me sinto assim... iluminada.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863483/posts/default/108273929646707354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863483/posts/default/108273929646707354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lid_brazilianbuttercup.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108273929646707354' title=''/><author><name>Lidiane Luiza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00642615442322306609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3863483.post-108273876313437540</id><published>2004-04-23T12:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-23T12:50:35.826-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sozinho no cyber espaçoo ser se emaranha a outrosmas continua sozinho.9/4/2004</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863483/posts/default/108273876313437540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863483/posts/default/108273876313437540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lid_brazilianbuttercup.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108273876313437540' title=''/><author><name>Lidiane Luiza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00642615442322306609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3863483.post-108273867972322501</id><published>2004-04-23T12:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-23T12:48:41.810-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>No quotidiano de Minasos mares de morrosinundam a serra do mar.9/4/2004</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863483/posts/default/108273867972322501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863483/posts/default/108273867972322501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lid_brazilianbuttercup.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108273867972322501' title=''/><author><name>Lidiane Luiza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00642615442322306609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3863483.post-108273852718923738</id><published>2004-04-23T12:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-23T12:46:09.310-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Nada tem nexotudo é apenasUm reflexo.Millo Fernandes</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863483/posts/default/108273852718923738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863483/posts/default/108273852718923738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lid_brazilianbuttercup.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108273852718923738' title=''/><author><name>Lidiane Luiza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00642615442322306609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3863483.post-108225449130962490</id><published>2004-04-17T22:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-17T22:18:46.403-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>("for all I have lost, I miss my mind the most")Nossa, tempos que eu não passo por aqui. E o que eu perdi, ainda não achei. Não não. Tá difícil. Dizem que inspiração é uma coisa da nossa cabeça, mas não é mesmo. Tive momentos maravilhosos sendo tentado pela escrita, orgasmos e pifanias em forma palavras e poemas. Mas agora, está tudo desaparecido. Não sei onde anda. Acho que tenho pesquisado e </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863483/posts/default/108225449130962490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863483/posts/default/108225449130962490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lid_brazilianbuttercup.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108225449130962490' title=''/><author><name>Lidiane Luiza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00642615442322306609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3863483.post-107465454384873314</id><published>2004-01-20T23:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-01-20T23:12:46.746-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hoje me peqguei escrevendo um e-mail pra uma amiga mais ou menos assim: A vida é muito curta pra ficarmos nos lamentando ow. Muito curta... Então pensei no que li outro dia..."All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given us"(Gandalf)Acho que é mais ou menos assim...o tempo, a vida tá ae, escolher curti ou ficar deprê é escolha nossa.Tenho visto gente meio mal desde que </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863483/posts/default/107465454384873314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863483/posts/default/107465454384873314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lid_brazilianbuttercup.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107465454384873314' title=''/><author><name>Lidiane Luiza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00642615442322306609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3863483.post-107249544891539670</id><published>2003-12-26T23:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-12-26T23:33:26.966-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Só de pensar que há exatamete uma semana atrás eu estava lá no norte do mundo, desesperada pois minhas passagens poderiam não estar no aeroporto, um incidente que me causou transtorno e ainda não sei quem culpar - a compania aérea ou a agência de turismo da capes - mas que no final foi resolvido e acabei chegando no mesmo dia que estava marcado pra chegar aqui. Mas como eu dizia, só de pensar que</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863483/posts/default/107249544891539670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863483/posts/default/107249544891539670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lid_brazilianbuttercup.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107249544891539670' title=''/><author><name>Lidiane Luiza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00642615442322306609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3863483.post-107186605936012467</id><published>2003-12-19T16:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-12-19T16:35:35.356-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fotos e mais fotos, as boas lembrancas que vao ficar depois que entrar no aviao amanha... lembrancas...Album 1Album 2</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863483/posts/default/107186605936012467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863483/posts/default/107186605936012467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lid_brazilianbuttercup.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107186605936012467' title=''/><author><name>Lidiane Luiza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00642615442322306609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3863483.post-107176291389283538</id><published>2003-12-18T11:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-12-18T11:56:28.013-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>E'... quase hora de ir embora mesmo. Neve la fora caindo sem parar. Mutio legal. Nao da pra nao achar bonito mesmo sabendo que e' muito frio, e que eu estou com uma gripe horrorosa por ficar brincando ne neve. Bom, de qualquer forma eu vou senti falta daqui, das experiencias que eu tive, das pessoas que eu conheci e tudo que aconteceu. Nao trocaria esta experiencia por nada. Indo de volta pra </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863483/posts/default/107176291389283538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863483/posts/default/107176291389283538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lid_brazilianbuttercup.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107176291389283538' title=''/><author><name>Lidiane Luiza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00642615442322306609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3863483.post-107115342304638154</id><published>2003-12-11T10:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-12-11T10:38:08.090-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ele esta chegando.Esperado por um reino, para salvar os Britons dos Barbaros... ou usando as palavras de Tolkien, para salvar os homens de Gondor e orcs. A profecia ira se cumprir.Literatura medieval da e' nisso...hehe. Mas Aragorn e' bem rei Artur mesmo. Alem do mais, ele e' tudo de bom, pelo menos no filme.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863483/posts/default/107115342304638154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863483/posts/default/107115342304638154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lid_brazilianbuttercup.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107115342304638154' title=''/><author><name>Lidiane Luiza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00642615442322306609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3863483.post-107063571125195660</id><published>2003-12-05T10:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-12-05T10:49:28.310-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863483/posts/default/107063571125195660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863483/posts/default/107063571125195660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lid_brazilianbuttercup.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107063571125195660' title=''/><author><name>Lidiane Luiza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00642615442322306609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3863483.post-107046557572081738</id><published>2003-12-03T11:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-12-03T11:33:50.373-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm letting myself go. But I won't let myself go.Paradoxes of life...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863483/posts/default/107046557572081738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863483/posts/default/107046557572081738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lid_brazilianbuttercup.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107046557572081738' title=''/><author><name>Lidiane Luiza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00642615442322306609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3863483.post-106987884146488826</id><published>2003-11-26T16:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-11-26T16:34:47.170-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bom, feriado prolongado a partir de amanha aqui. Tempo de se divertir, celebrar com os amigos. E eu tendo que estudar, atarefada com tanta coisa que tenho pra escrever e pensar. Vou ter que escrever 4 essays em menos de 3 semanas. E eu tenho 4 semanas aqui depois vou pra casa. O tempo parece ter passado tao rapido, mas ao mesmo tempo sinto que estou aqui por quase um ano. Nunca quis tanto umas </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863483/posts/default/106987884146488826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863483/posts/default/106987884146488826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lid_brazilianbuttercup.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106987884146488826' title=''/><author><name>Lidiane Luiza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00642615442322306609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3863483.post-106942675660129876</id><published>2003-11-21T10:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-11-26T16:27:10.843-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ah, adivinhem o que eu fiz no fim de semana? Dei um passeio no Canada.. Foi bem legal, conheci Niagara e Toronto. Revelei algumas fotos de Niagara e coloquei no meu album, mas ainda nao revelei as fotos de Toronto.Niagara e' doido, logico que nem deve ser comparado com Foz do Iguacu que e' muito maior. Agora Toronto...Foi muito legal.. na entrada da cidade eu ja sentia aquele frio na barriga.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863483/posts/default/106942675660129876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863483/posts/default/106942675660129876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lid_brazilianbuttercup.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106942675660129876' title=''/><author><name>Lidiane Luiza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00642615442322306609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3863483.post-106917074863648955</id><published>2003-11-18T11:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-11-18T13:17:55.750-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Como eu estou fazendo uma materia de literatura medieval, estava aqui na net tentando achar dicionarios de Middle English (nossa, estou ralando pra ler Malory, mas e' divertido) acabei achando umas fotos da epoca, seculo 14 e 15. Divertido... Pallas/Camilla and Centaur,ca 1482-1483, Sandro Botticelli Lady With Ermine King Arthur/ Sword and Stone Knight with sonKnights of the Round Table</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863483/posts/default/106917074863648955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863483/posts/default/106917074863648955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lid_brazilianbuttercup.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106917074863648955' title=''/><author><name>Lidiane Luiza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00642615442322306609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3863483.post-106916421563940407</id><published>2003-11-18T10:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-11-18T10:04:09.856-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Um pouco da historia da musica de Detroit... quando ainda se ouvia rock&amp;roll de garagem neste lugar, que foi agora tomado pelo funk e hip hop: A origem da garagem na cidade dos motores</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863483/posts/default/106916421563940407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863483/posts/default/106916421563940407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lid_brazilianbuttercup.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106916421563940407' title=''/><author><name>Lidiane Luiza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00642615442322306609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3863483.post-106874242668312796</id><published>2003-11-13T12:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-11-13T12:54:13.826-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Neve...Que bontinho. Hoje o tempo me concedeu uma visao dos pequeninos floquinhos de neve voando levemente pelas ruas da universidade. So nao foi mais poetico, pq primeiro eu estava trabalhando na hora entao so pude ver pelo vidro do escritorio e egundo pq esta bem frio por auqi, mas ja ate me acostumei.Mas e' mutio fofo de qualquer forma.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863483/posts/default/106874242668312796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863483/posts/default/106874242668312796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lid_brazilianbuttercup.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106874242668312796' title=''/><author><name>Lidiane Luiza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00642615442322306609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3863483.post-106787382384865605</id><published>2003-11-03T11:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-11-03T11:39:10.436-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ah... tudo que tem um comeco, tem que terminar... E amanh, vou assitir o fim a meia noite, 3 da manha no horario do Brasil. A grande estreia esta pra chegar. Realidade virtual e metafisica na veia!E' amanha a grande estreia:Enter the Matrix</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863483/posts/default/106787382384865605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863483/posts/default/106787382384865605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lid_brazilianbuttercup.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106787382384865605' title=''/><author><name>Lidiane Luiza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00642615442322306609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3863483.post-106752937353544122</id><published>2003-10-30T11:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-30T12:05:42.076-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Quem gosta de um papo mais feminista, encontrei um comentario de uma aluna daqui da universidade num jornal online de Detroit. Como eu estou fazendo uma materia teorica sobre feminismo aqui na universidade, gostaria de convidar vcs para lerem este artigo. E' bem interessante, e mostra que a forma que a mulher e' vista pela sociedade americana nao e' la muito diferente do Brasil nao. Se alguem se</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863483/posts/default/106752937353544122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863483/posts/default/106752937353544122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lid_brazilianbuttercup.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106752937353544122' title=''/><author><name>Lidiane Luiza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00642615442322306609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3863483.post-106720556107510677</id><published>2003-10-26T17:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-26T17:59:24.903-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bom, ouvindo Ramones, e na ex-terra do rock&amp;roll, deixo uma homenagem pra detroit aqui... uma musica que tem tudo a ver com a cidade:ships are docking planes are landing a never ending supply no more narco no more gangster conservatives can cry I took the law &amp; threw it away cause there's nothing wrong it's just for play theres no law, no law any more I want to steal from the rich &amp;</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863483/posts/default/106720556107510677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863483/posts/default/106720556107510677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lid_brazilianbuttercup.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106720556107510677' title=''/><author><name>Lidiane Luiza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00642615442322306609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3863483.post-106632321323990496</id><published>2003-10-16T12:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-16T12:53:32.706-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ae ae...Vida louca VidaVida leveJa que eu nao posso te levar,Quero que voce me leveVida loucaVidaVida imensaQuem vai nos perdoar,Nosso crime nao compensaNao compensa nao.(Cazuza)As vezes, acho que o silencio diz mais do que qualquer coisa, mas as vezes o silencio, paradoxamente, nos deixa sem entender muita coisa. Acho que o silencio me persegue, me testa, tenta me ensinar algo... </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863483/posts/default/106632321323990496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863483/posts/default/106632321323990496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lid_brazilianbuttercup.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106632321323990496' title=''/><author><name>Lidiane Luiza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00642615442322306609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3863483.post-106613751032344857</id><published>2003-10-14T09:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-24T16:35:17.483-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Para os facinados em fantasias, batalhas e lendas arturianas modernas: o rei esta para retornar...E nos estamos loucos pra que o filme chegue no cinema logo.. A saga esta para terminar...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863483/posts/default/106613751032344857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863483/posts/default/106613751032344857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lid_brazilianbuttercup.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106613751032344857' title=''/><author><name>Lidiane Luiza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00642615442322306609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3863483.post-106605111826634298</id><published>2003-10-13T09:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-13T09:18:38.183-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>E', curticao acabou por um tempo. Embora ontem tenha sido super divertido na casa do Tiago (um bahiano amigo nosso) com a galera comendo feijoada (o minino e' um cuzinheiro arretado, bem bahiano mesmo), hoje a ilusao acaba.  Trabalho pra terminar (o que eu estou fazendo escrevendo este blog? devia ta editando o meu essay) coisas pra ler. Ja estou comecando a me estressar, e sei quando isto </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863483/posts/default/106605111826634298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863483/posts/default/106605111826634298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lid_brazilianbuttercup.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106605111826634298' title=''/><author><name>Lidiane Luiza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00642615442322306609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3863483.post-106565651018836319</id><published>2003-10-08T19:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-08T19:41:49.766-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ai ai.. provas provas, trabalhos trabalhos...Como eu queria ficar aqui de ferias, como turista so pra ficar passeando. Nao vejo a hora de sobrar um tempinho pra viajar, curtir, beber, beijar.. sei la, qualquer coisa que me desestresse... bom, deixa eu ir la estudar de novo...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863483/posts/default/106565651018836319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863483/posts/default/106565651018836319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lid_brazilianbuttercup.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106565651018836319' title=''/><author><name>Lidiane Luiza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00642615442322306609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3863483.post-106519001438776113</id><published>2003-10-03T10:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-03T10:12:58.090-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Comer brigadeiro em Detroit...Ouvir forro e samba em festa...Achar um brasileiro na rua de vez em quando.Ficar contando estorias das praias brasileiras. Das festas, do carnaval (que eu nao gosto mas tudo bem)isso e' detroit... haha. O Brasil esta em detroit. O Brasil esta todo lugar e naos tem como negar. A nossa comida encanta, nossas praias nao tem pra ninguem nem mesmo California. Nossa </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863483/posts/default/106519001438776113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863483/posts/default/106519001438776113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lid_brazilianbuttercup.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106519001438776113' title=''/><author><name>Lidiane Luiza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00642615442322306609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3863483.post-106479007371496212</id><published>2003-09-28T19:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-03T10:14:16.870-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bom, pra quem nao conhece Detroit Rock City, achei umas fotos aqui na Internet, enquanto as minhas ainda nao foram reveladas...Uma vista da cidade, de cima: tao vendo o Canada la do outro lado do rio?Comerica Park, onde eu fui a um jogo de baseball ha um mes atras...Fonte da General Motors, que fica no estadio Comerica ParkDetroit Motor City: o predio da General Motors, onde ja visitei</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863483/posts/default/106479007371496212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863483/posts/default/106479007371496212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lid_brazilianbuttercup.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106479007371496212' title=''/><author><name>Lidiane Luiza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00642615442322306609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3863483.post-106469968617970513</id><published>2003-09-27T17:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-27T17:54:45.610-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Saco, acabei nao assitindo os Piratas do Caribe.. nao deu tempo... vamos ver se as meninas animam de curtir um cinema um fim de semanas deste....</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863483/posts/default/106469968617970513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863483/posts/default/106469968617970513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lid_brazilianbuttercup.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106469968617970513' title=''/><author><name>Lidiane Luiza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00642615442322306609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3863483.post-106469960743113623</id><published>2003-09-27T17:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-27T17:53:26.880-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fall, cold and darknessBom, frio... outono chegando. As folhas mudando de cor, ficando amarelas e caindo. E' muito bonito poder ver as estacoes. Mas a chuva que tem caido nos ultimos dias que nao e' muito agradavel. Pelo menos eu nao gripei. Tenho me sentido muito oculpada ate pra gripar...haha. Tenho tanta coisa pra ler escrever teorizar que nao faco nem ideia e onde eu posso comecar. Ta tudo </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863483/posts/default/106469960743113623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863483/posts/default/106469960743113623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lid_brazilianbuttercup.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106469960743113623' title=''/><author><name>Lidiane Luiza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00642615442322306609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3863483.post-106450059909505656</id><published>2003-09-25T10:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-25T10:36:38.760-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Primeiro, os piratas nao sao boiolas. principalmente porque um dos meus atores prediletos, o que interpreta o elfo Legolas no Senhor dos Aneis esta aqui.(Nao achem estranho comecar o post assim, mas esta e' a resposta que estou dando para uma pessoa que tem me enchido eu escrever)Entao ta' agora vamos comecar a escrever.Capitulo sei la qual pois ja perdi as contas: Mil e uma coisasEh... Tenho</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863483/posts/default/106450059909505656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863483/posts/default/106450059909505656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lid_brazilianbuttercup.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106450059909505656' title=''/><author><name>Lidiane Luiza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00642615442322306609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3863483.post-106312656955809893</id><published>2003-09-09T12:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-09T12:56:09.373-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Pirates of the Caribbean! What movie Do you Belong in?(many different outcomes!) brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863483/posts/default/106312656955809893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863483/posts/default/106312656955809893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lid_brazilianbuttercup.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106312656955809893' title=''/><author><name>Lidiane Luiza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00642615442322306609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3863483.post-106277984311058103</id><published>2003-09-05T12:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-05T12:37:48.066-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Capitulo 5: poor, but happy...Bom, a coisa da grana ainda nao resolvi, e ainda tenho que comprar os meus livros, pois embora a biblioteca empreste alguns, geralmente os professores o colacam na reserva e so podemos consultar aqui dentro e por duas horas. Mesmo esquema da nossa biblioteca na letras.Semana passada fomos pra casa do Robson, um brasielrio que a gente conheceu por acaso. Levamos </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863483/posts/default/106277984311058103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863483/posts/default/106277984311058103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lid_brazilianbuttercup.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106277984311058103' title=''/><author><name>Lidiane Luiza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00642615442322306609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3863483.post-106226377792811960</id><published>2003-08-30T13:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-31T18:40:39.276-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Capitulo 4: volta as aulas e mil e uma coincidenciasE'.. uma bagunca ontem la' no nosso predio. As pessoas estavam retornando, outros comecando a morar. E tudo mais.. tiveram atividades bem legais, e outras muito chatas. O saco e' que vou ter que aguentar aquele monte de calouro, adolescente norte-americano. Enfim, o bom foi que eu nunca comi tanto como ontem nos ultimos dias. Ate ontem cedo </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863483/posts/default/106226377792811960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863483/posts/default/106226377792811960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lid_brazilianbuttercup.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106226377792811960' title=''/><author><name>Lidiane Luiza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00642615442322306609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3863483.post-106182270636646499</id><published>2003-08-25T10:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-25T10:47:21.340-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ah... outro dia entrei numa livraria aqui e achei ums cds legias dos Ramones, uns que ja nao tem mais no Brasil. E' bem capaz d'eu comprar alguns.. hahaha. Nao posso gastar muito, toda vez que quero comprar uma coisa mas nao da, eu multiplico por tres, pra ver como seria o preco em real. Mas quando e' algo que eu preciso, ae eu esqueco do real mesmo. Poxa vida, e' muito foda estar aqui vendo </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863483/posts/default/106182270636646499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863483/posts/default/106182270636646499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lid_brazilianbuttercup.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106182270636646499' title=''/><author><name>Lidiane Luiza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00642615442322306609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3863483.post-106166354790253928</id><published>2003-08-23T14:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-23T14:58:35.843-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Chapter 3: a invasao dos esquilos yanksEstou me tornando muito fa dos esquilos, eles estao em todos os lugares... Os americanos aqui nao gostam muito deles, eles sao considerados umas pragas, como se fossem os cachorros vira latas nas cidades grandes brasileiras. Mas eu acho eles muito fofos. Hoje eu e a Raquel fomos a um parque e la estavam eles de novo. Dei um pedaco de rocambole pra um. Os </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863483/posts/default/106166354790253928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863483/posts/default/106166354790253928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lid_brazilianbuttercup.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106166354790253928' title=''/><author><name>Lidiane Luiza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00642615442322306609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3863483.post-106156383647224452</id><published>2003-08-22T10:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-22T10:50:36.463-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Segundo capitulo:Bom, as coisas vao comecar a ficarem melhor agora, pois vamos mudar para nosso apartamento no Residence Hall na segunda feira. Vamos, entao, passar apenas mais um fim de semana em Ann Arbor. Os Warssemans sao mutio legais, mas as vezes temos a sensacao de que estamos incomodando, claro. Ontem foi um dia muito estranho.  De dia fomos ao shopping e tal tava bem legal. Mas depois </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863483/posts/default/106156383647224452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863483/posts/default/106156383647224452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lid_brazilianbuttercup.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106156383647224452' title=''/><author><name>Lidiane Luiza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00642615442322306609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3863483.post-106130985223431626</id><published>2003-08-19T12:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-19T12:17:39.890-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yo Yanks!Haha, estou aqui sa e salva pronta para minhas aventuras no mundo capitalistas. Lidiane in the CapitalistlandChapter 1Vvoces vao ter que ler sem acentos e cedilhas a partir de agora, pois os computadores nao tem o formato para isso e eu nao estou a fim de ficar escrevendo em Ingles. Ja me basta os milhoes de coisas que terei que escrever e os apuros que tenho me metido pra poder me </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863483/posts/default/106130985223431626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863483/posts/default/106130985223431626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lid_brazilianbuttercup.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106130985223431626' title=''/><author><name>Lidiane Luiza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00642615442322306609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3863483.post-106008866763395470</id><published>2003-08-05T09:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-05T09:04:27.610-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Deu tudo certo bo Rio.Que alívio, mas como eu previa, o consul cismou com minha cara... haha. Fez perguntas de mais, mas foi bom que eu treinei  meu inglês um pouquinho. Vou ter que me acostumar...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863483/posts/default/106008866763395470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863483/posts/default/106008866763395470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lid_brazilianbuttercup.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106008866763395470' title=''/><author><name>Lidiane Luiza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00642615442322306609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3863483.post-105992535867909595</id><published>2003-08-03T11:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-03T11:42:38.643-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bom, tentei fazer esta foto há algum tempo atrás, mas só agora estou conseguindo postar. Este blogger novo é meio difícil. As coisas boas da vida têm que ser lembradas, certo?Agradeço ao meu amigo Leandro que me ajudou a postar esta foto.Hoje vou pro Rio de Janiero pra enfrentar o cônsul amanhã, espero que ele não me ache com cara de terrorista. Haha...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863483/posts/default/105992535867909595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863483/posts/default/105992535867909595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lid_brazilianbuttercup.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#105992535867909595' title=''/><author><name>Lidiane Luiza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00642615442322306609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3863483.post-105805705543668813</id><published>2003-07-12T20:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-12T20:45:46.830-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ontem foi um dia legal. Amigos são as melhores coisas que existem no mundo (incluindo os que não estavams comigo ontem). O que seria de mim sem eles? Só de pensar que ficarei quase seis meses sem essa galera. Mas eu volto não é?Volto pra formar, trabalhar e montar uma banda :)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863483/posts/default/105805705543668813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863483/posts/default/105805705543668813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lid_brazilianbuttercup.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105805705543668813' title=''/><author><name>Lidiane Luiza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00642615442322306609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3863483.post-10580568032770771</id><published>2003-07-12T20:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-12T20:40:03.166-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Que vocalista de banda brasileira de rock você é?Será que o neném dela vai ser tão fofo como ela? :)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863483/posts/default/10580568032770771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863483/posts/default/10580568032770771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lid_brazilianbuttercup.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#10580568032770771' title=''/><author><name>Lidiane Luiza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00642615442322306609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3863483.post-105745418901866608</id><published>2003-07-05T21:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-05T21:16:28.976-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Self-revelation need not shaming or self-abasing(Allen Ginsberg)Bom, se ele o disse. Sejamos nós mesmos. Não importa o que querremos ser.Don't be ashamed of what you are or what you want to be!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863483/posts/default/105745418901866608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863483/posts/default/105745418901866608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lid_brazilianbuttercup.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105745418901866608' title=''/><author><name>Lidiane Luiza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00642615442322306609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3863483.post-105745345430465023</id><published>2003-07-05T21:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-05T21:05:53.726-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Vozes confissionárias ecoando na noite de qualquer cidade de qualquer lugar:Seguinte,Moça explica aquela estória direito? Que estória? Aquela que você repete vezes e mais vezes. Mas nunca entende. Nem eu. Nada tem explicação nesta vida e quando pensamos que tem, é porque estamos apenas assistindo uma novela da globo, na qual tudo acaba com um final feliz. Pelo menos na ilusão podemos fazer com </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863483/posts/default/105745345430465023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863483/posts/default/105745345430465023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lid_brazilianbuttercup.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105745345430465023' title=''/><author><name>Lidiane Luiza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00642615442322306609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3863483.post-105745188639765172</id><published>2003-07-05T20:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-05T21:09:06.253-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>AprendizAprendiz da linguagemO poema me ensina enquanto a vida me experimentaMeus versos não têm rimas,mas sentimentos profundos, profanos.Minhas linhas não têm anáforas,mas o sentido do meu viver,explicações da minha dor,explicitações implícitas da minha ânsia em escrevere através dessa experiênciadesabafo minhas angústias de mundo.Minha poesia não tem razão de existir,ela </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863483/posts/default/105745188639765172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863483/posts/default/105745188639765172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lid_brazilianbuttercup.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105745188639765172' title=''/><author><name>Lidiane Luiza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00642615442322306609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3863483.post-105681333521978215</id><published>2003-06-28T11:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-28T11:22:24.480-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Quem lembra do elfo Legolas do filme Senhor dos Anéis? Pois é o autor Bloom, sem sua fantasia élfica é este ae. Ai, sei la, as vezes, certos homens sao mais lindos nos nossos sonhos, na nossa fantasia. Os reais nos decepcionam muito, deixam muito a desejar. Mas de qualquer forma, ele este daqui é fofinho :)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863483/posts/default/105681333521978215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863483/posts/default/105681333521978215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lid_brazilianbuttercup.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105681333521978215' title=''/><author><name>Lidiane Luiza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00642615442322306609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3863483.post-95993998</id><published>2003-06-24T17:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-29T17:40:06.320-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A vida nao tao bela assim como imaginamos, mas os desenhos animados fazem a gente esquecer da realidade. E fazer da vida uma doce fantasia.Uma homenagem ao Hello kitty e a todos os desenhos animados japoneses :P      </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863483/posts/default/95993998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863483/posts/default/95993998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lid_brazilianbuttercup.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95993998' title=''/><author><name>Lidiane Luiza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00642615442322306609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3863483.post-95898316</id><published>2003-06-21T15:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-29T17:39:19.110-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Este aqui eu escrevi ontem à noite, enquanto pensava em certas coisas que sentimos de vez em quando. Escrever é bom, faz a gnete colocar estas coisas pra fora.Vou trabalhar um pouco agora, pois nãoo vivemos só de sentimentos e palavras bonitas, mas também das coisas materiais como grana. Claro!          Solitudeness············vagueness············empty heartabstract elements of suffering</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863483/posts/default/95898316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863483/posts/default/95898316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lid_brazilianbuttercup.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95898316' title=''/><author><name>Lidiane Luiza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00642615442322306609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3863483.post-95795049</id><published>2003-06-18T12:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-18T12:10:27.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Some little timesSome times that seem eternal.Sometimes this feeling comes,Out of a blueWe sometimes feel that strength,that ilusion that keeps us alive,fades way.And our mind flies away.That pain bothers.We feel unvunarable,As if, for an instant,loneliness wins the strength.Sometimes we think we can't stand      alllife, hatre, evil, passion, injustice   (bokcase of memories..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863483/posts/default/95795049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863483/posts/default/95795049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lid_brazilianbuttercup.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95795049' title=''/><author><name>Lidiane Luiza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00642615442322306609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3863483.post-95757878</id><published>2003-06-17T12:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-17T12:27:48.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Les jour dan la semaineLundi je suis en grisMardi je suis jauneMercredi en rougeJeudi en bleuVendredi en vertSamedi en roseEt dimanche en arc-en-ciel</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863483/posts/default/95757878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863483/posts/default/95757878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lid_brazilianbuttercup.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95757878' title=''/><author><name>Lidiane Luiza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00642615442322306609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3863483.post-95594851</id><published>2003-06-12T12:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-12T12:23:40.366-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ah, a mitologia:  See which Greek Goddess you are.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863483/posts/default/95594851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863483/posts/default/95594851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lid_brazilianbuttercup.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95594851' title=''/><author><name>Lidiane Luiza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00642615442322306609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3863483.post-95593899</id><published>2003-06-12T11:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-15T10:08:35.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Felicidades pra quem tem alguém com quem pode estar sempre com você na rua na chuva na fazendo ou numa casinha de sapê.E pra quem está sozinho, tente estar feliz consigo próprio, esta é a melhor das felicidades, pois aprender a viver sozinho e de bem com você mesmo é uma coisa que todo o ser humano deveria aprender a fazer, pois um dia precisaremos desta sabedoria.E não guardem isso só pra hoje</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863483/posts/default/95593899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863483/posts/default/95593899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lid_brazilianbuttercup.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95593899' title=''/><author><name>Lidiane Luiza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00642615442322306609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3863483.post-95553009</id><published>2003-06-11T11:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-12T11:51:21.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Olha, eu adorei o filme, principalmente, o que me deixou mais encantada com a imaginação do pessoal explorando a idéia da "Matrix", foi a forma que eles colocaram a figura do arquiteto (uma representação de um deus?) e a questão do destino: tudo se move por escolhas, mas as escolhas são impostas aos indivíduos. Então estãmos mesmo controlando o nosso destino, a nossa vida? Além do mais, esse </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863483/posts/default/95553009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863483/posts/default/95553009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lid_brazilianbuttercup.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95553009' title=''/><author><name>Lidiane Luiza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00642615442322306609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3863483.post-95552827</id><published>2003-06-11T11:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-15T10:09:35.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863483/posts/default/95552827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863483/posts/default/95552827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lid_brazilianbuttercup.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95552827' title=''/><author><name>Lidiane Luiza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00642615442322306609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3863483.post-95378495</id><published>2003-06-06T13:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-15T10:24:10.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bem que eu queria mesmo ter uma banda e ficar só cantando... ou tocando ou gritando mesmo... haha, ao invés de estar aqui discutindo as teorias de aquisição de língua estrangeira... "comprehensible input", "natural order", "theory of chaos". Até o caos entrou no meio disso tudo. Caos é minha vida. Tá, eu até gosto disso, não vou negar, mas ás vezes não rola ficar batendo sempre na mesma tecla </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863483/posts/default/95378495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863483/posts/default/95378495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lid_brazilianbuttercup.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95378495' title=''/><author><name>Lidiane Luiza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00642615442322306609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3863483.post-94873193</id><published>2003-05-25T18:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-25T18:44:03.283-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A violência está assustando a cada dia. Hoje por exemplo, fiquei sabendo que uma garota aqui perto de casa foi baleada de madrugada na esquina da rua da minha casa. Enquanto os bandidos andam soltos, nós estamos sendo privados da nossa liberdade de ir e vir. Quando é que as coisas vão mudar? Eu acho que do jeito que vão indo, a tendência é piorar...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863483/posts/default/94873193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863483/posts/default/94873193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lid_brazilianbuttercup.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94873193' title=''/><author><name>Lidiane Luiza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00642615442322306609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3863483.post-94515068</id><published>2003-05-17T19:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-17T19:28:14.943-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>É... estou eu aqui ouvindo Alanis cantando a música King of Pain do The Police... e analisando como é ruim ser "the queen of pain".There's a little black spot in the sun today, it's  the same old thing as yesterday Acho que já escrevi o trecho desta música uma vez aqui, num momento não muito bom. É claro que o momento não é muito ruim, mas ouvi esta música me faz ficar meio mal, acho que vou </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863483/posts/default/94515068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863483/posts/default/94515068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lid_brazilianbuttercup.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94515068' title=''/><author><name>Lidiane Luiza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00642615442322306609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3863483.post-94323853</id><published>2003-05-14T08:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-14T08:18:01.646-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Nada de interessante pra comentar.. só que eu estou indignada com o aumento do salário dos vereadores, enquanto eles não repassam o dinheiro da pesquisas para a FAPEMIG. Não é justo.E ainda tava vendo numa reportagem ontem o comentário de um vereador dizendo que o aumento é razoável em relação ao trabalho que eles realizem. Me diz, que trabalho é esse que eles não se preoculpam com a educação do</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863483/posts/default/94323853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863483/posts/default/94323853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lid_brazilianbuttercup.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94323853' title=''/><author><name>Lidiane Luiza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00642615442322306609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3863483.post-94150005</id><published>2003-05-11T10:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-14T08:12:36.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>É. Um dia sem significadosMas de muitas lembranças.De pessoas que passam pela nossa vida, deixam sua marca e vão pra nunca mais voltar.Bom, o que resta é ir pra casa da vovó e me juntar aos outros "bocas de golo" da família. Diversão (será???)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863483/posts/default/94150005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863483/posts/default/94150005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lid_brazilianbuttercup.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94150005' title=''/><author><name>Lidiane Luiza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00642615442322306609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3863483.post-94125953</id><published>2003-05-10T20:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-10T20:41:30.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bom, eu devia estar estudando agora, mas não achei força de vontade pra isso. Então fiz umas visitinhas e achei este teste legal aqui, sobre criaturas mitológicas...Bom, vou deixar o que eu devia fazer tudo pra última hora mesmo... coisa de brasileiroYou are a siren. What legend are you?. Take the Legendary Being Quiz by Paradox</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863483/posts/default/94125953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863483/posts/default/94125953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lid_brazilianbuttercup.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94125953' title=''/><author><name>Lidiane Luiza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00642615442322306609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3863483.post-93746299</id><published>2003-05-04T10:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-04T10:41:26.860-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Que fofis os teste do ursinho carinhoso :) Achei interessante que o teste fala que eu sou um pouco "naive to reality", "a real dreamer"... hehehe. Verdade. Deve ser porque muitas vezes giro em torno de ficção, literatura e desenho animado... haha. Do que seria do mundo se não existissem sonhadores?Por falar em desenho animado. X-MEN já saiu em cartaz? Eu estou querendo assisti viu.  Só esperar </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863483/posts/default/93746299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863483/posts/default/93746299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lid_brazilianbuttercup.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#93746299' title=''/><author><name>Lidiane Luiza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00642615442322306609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3863483.post-93745551</id><published>2003-05-04T10:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-04T10:04:16.876-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Festa do aniversário da minha prima de 15 aninhos (ai ai... de pensar que eu já tive esta idade) tava bem legal...Qual festa de graça que não é legal né? huahuahuahua.Coitada, teve que pagar o mico de dançar valsa. Ela ficou morrendo de vergonha pois,como ela é uma garotinha mais moderninha pra estas coisas antiquadas e tradicionais, não queria pagar este mico. Ela é mais ou menos a segunda </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863483/posts/default/93745551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863483/posts/default/93745551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lid_brazilianbuttercup.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#93745551' title=''/><author><name>Lidiane Luiza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00642615442322306609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3863483.post-93718758</id><published>2003-05-03T16:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-04T09:57:31.146-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Achei um provedor de comentários pro meu blog... finalmente:)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863483/posts/default/93718758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863483/posts/default/93718758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lid_brazilianbuttercup.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#93718758' title=''/><author><name>Lidiane Luiza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00642615442322306609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3863483.post-93716113</id><published>2003-05-03T15:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-03T16:54:23.226-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Acho que muito gente ainda não percebeu que eu coloquei um livro de visitantes aqui. Tá logo ali no cantinho esquerdo do meu blog. Eu fiz isso para que o pessoal possa escrever mais comentários além do chatter box, que não dá pra escrever muito.Se bem que pelo visto meu blog não está sendo tão visitado como antigamente era. Buá. Mas tudo bem, estamos todos muito oculpados. Nem eu tenho tido mais</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863483/posts/default/93716113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863483/posts/default/93716113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lid_brazilianbuttercup.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#93716113' title=''/><author><name>Lidiane Luiza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00642615442322306609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3863483.post-93341979</id><published>2003-04-27T10:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-04-27T10:17:33.690-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Aproveitando a deixa, quero deixar uma frase que li no livro teórico Negotiating with the dead: a writer on writing da Margaret Atwood, a escritora que pesquiso, que é uma citação de um outro cara que à estas alturas não sei se é um escritor real ou personagem de um outro livro que retrata a vida de escritores, mas traduzido a grosso modo é mais ou menos assim:"Poetas inferiores são </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863483/posts/default/93341979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863483/posts/default/93341979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lid_brazilianbuttercup.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#93341979' title=''/><author><name>Lidiane Luiza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00642615442322306609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3863483.post-93341837</id><published>2003-04-27T10:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-04-27T10:14:06.130-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>É, as coisas estão mais calmas, quer dizer, nem tanto. Algumas matérias na faculdade na faculdade já mostraram que ~eu vou ter muito trabalho este semestre, principalmente pelo fato de serem matérias mais práticas, oque além de uma carga de leitura complicada, ainda temos que fazer muitos trabalhos na área de ensino. Eu queria mesmo era já está trabalhando, mas acho uqe vai ser difícil até de </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863483/posts/default/93341837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863483/posts/default/93341837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lid_brazilianbuttercup.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#93341837' title=''/><author><name>Lidiane Luiza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00642615442322306609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3863483.post-93001099</id><published>2003-04-21T16:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-04-21T16:58:52.110-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Feriado, muita gente aproveitando. E eu aqui postando. Não tinha outra cosia pra fazer mesmo.Resolvi então mudar meu blog, a mudança que eu tinha prometido pro começo deste ano, mas demorou 4 meses. Estava com preguiça de mexer com webdesign neste computador aqui de casa qeu está horrível.Mas tudo bem, a mudança está ae pros meus leitores verem. Acho que ficou legal.Vamos ver se vai atrair </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863483/posts/default/93001099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863483/posts/default/93001099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lid_brazilianbuttercup.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#93001099' title=''/><author><name>Lidiane Luiza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00642615442322306609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3863483.post-92946101</id><published>2003-04-20T17:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-04-21T16:07:00.890-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I wanna be sedated!Ás vezes as pessoas que achamos que são perfeitas e felizes acabam se mostrando pessoas cansadas dos seus próprios limites e acabamos percebendo que tudo que elas são é um fantoche da sociedade que tem exigido cada vez mais do outros. Parecem estar muito felizes, mas estão cansadas de estarem sendo do jeito que são. São apenas uma ficção.Hoje estava conversando com uma prima</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863483/posts/default/92946101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863483/posts/default/92946101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lid_brazilianbuttercup.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92946101' title=''/><author><name>Lidiane Luiza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00642615442322306609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3863483.post-92853213</id><published>2003-04-18T15:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-04-18T15:48:27.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Eu estava pensando hoje... As aulas começam na terça. Este será o ultimo semestre que eu vou passar com os amigos que conheci na faculdade, gente que tenho convivido por três anos. O pessoal vai formar no segundo semestre, e eu não vou estar estudando aqui no Brasil, e quando eu voltar para formar, ou seja, ano que vem, todo mundo já estará formado. Só algumas pessoas que ainda ficarão, como a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863483/posts/default/92853213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863483/posts/default/92853213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lid_brazilianbuttercup.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92853213' title=''/><author><name>Lidiane Luiza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00642615442322306609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3863483.post-92549496</id><published>2003-04-13T19:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-04-13T19:56:23.546-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Agora sim. Estou menos confusa. Estou sentindo um alívio na minha cabeça. Resovi meu conflito interno. Conversei com a razão dele. E pela pessoa especial que ele é, o Guilherme, quero dedicar este post a ele e pedir desculpas pelas bobagens que eu falei hoje, bobagens que já foram resolvidas porque agimos racionalmente agora. Tínhamos agido sem pensar anteriormente, desde que  toda essa bagunça </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863483/posts/default/92549496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863483/posts/default/92549496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lid_brazilianbuttercup.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92549496' title=''/><author><name>Lidiane Luiza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00642615442322306609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3863483.post-92528388</id><published>2003-04-13T11:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-04-13T17:53:03.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Pôxa! Muito tempo que eu não apareço por aqui.Bom, tava meio desanimada de escrever. Tem acontecido tanta coisa meio louca no mundo e ao meu redor que eu não sabia o que escrever. Já falei que a vida é uma dicotomia. Tá escrito logo no subtítulo do meu blog, sobre o amor e o ódio e também outros sentimentos que nós experimentamos na vida. Vivemos em conflito com as coisas que acontecem ao nosso</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863483/posts/default/92528388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863483/posts/default/92528388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lid_brazilianbuttercup.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92528388' title=''/><author><name>Lidiane Luiza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00642615442322306609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3863483.post-91613500</id><published>2003-03-29T15:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-03-29T15:12:40.483-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>É claro que, mesmo sendo uma embaixadora nos Estados Unidos pela nossa UFMG daqui a algum tempo (ah... isso é outra est´ria que eu tenho que postar aqui ainda), eu não vou deixar de colocar meu ponto de vista, diante tudo que está acontecendo no mundo nos últimos dias. Mas quero representar isso em poucas palavras, na verdade com a imagem:</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863483/posts/default/91613500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863483/posts/default/91613500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lid_brazilianbuttercup.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91613500' title=''/><author><name>Lidiane Luiza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00642615442322306609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3863483.post-91235847</id><published>2003-03-23T15:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-03-29T14:32:08.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Vamos selecionar o homem do ano:Bom, ele tem que ter olhos capazes de ver além de muita coisa, tipo um olho de visão élfica. A beleza tem que ser um pouco diferente, claro! Tem que ser mágico, vindo do mundo da fantasia de Tolkien de preferência. Bom, acertou que sabe que estou falando de um dos personagens do Senhor dos Anéis. Aqui está meu favorito, afinal, este é um blog feminino né? Tem que </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863483/posts/default/91235847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863483/posts/default/91235847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lid_brazilianbuttercup.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91235847' title=''/><author><name>Lidiane Luiza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00642615442322306609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3863483.post-91163877</id><published>2003-03-22T00:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-03-22T00:37:38.686-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Nossa, hoje ouvi uma estória que me deixou muito assustada, pior do que estória de terror. Foi de um conhecido meu que era noivo com uma garota com quem ele namorava há quatro anos, ia casar e sete meses antes do enforcamento ele pegou a garota na cama com um dos melhores amigos dele. Na loucura, ele ligou para os pais da garota, o próprio pai ficou doido, ao ver a filha dele com outro, colocou </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863483/posts/default/91163877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863483/posts/default/91163877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lid_brazilianbuttercup.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91163877' title=''/><author><name>Lidiane Luiza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00642615442322306609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3863483.post-90782114</id><published>2003-03-15T19:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-03-15T19:57:33.263-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Felizes aqueles que acreditam nisto!Eu sou feliz. :-D</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863483/posts/default/90782114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863483/posts/default/90782114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lid_brazilianbuttercup.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90782114' title=''/><author><name>Lidiane Luiza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00642615442322306609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3863483.post-90782058</id><published>2003-03-15T19:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-03-15T19:56:06.543-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Já dizem os sábios: aqueles que acreditam em um sonho e lutam por ele, sempre chegam lá de alguma forma.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863483/posts/default/90782058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863483/posts/default/90782058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lid_brazilianbuttercup.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90782058' title=''/><author><name>Lidiane Luiza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00642615442322306609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3863483.post-90018348</id><published>2003-03-02T19:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-03-02T19:28:52.123-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Olha o samba no pé aí gente...Samba nada, passar o carnaval deprimida é muito ruim. Ninguém em BH, o único lugar que até daria pra eu ir e sair de casa seria a Obra.. que tá tendo a opção para quem adora fugir desse silêncio da cidade com um carnaval diferente, rola a festinha da Obra e Café com Letras FUJA DO CARNAVAL, mas infelizmente eu não estou num estado de saúde perfieto pra aguentar </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863483/posts/default/90018348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863483/posts/default/90018348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lid_brazilianbuttercup.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90018348' title=''/><author><name>Lidiane Luiza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00642615442322306609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3863483.post-89905424</id><published>2003-02-28T11:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-02-28T11:42:45.793-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You are a classical writer, taking after the formsof Shakespearian sonnets and Emily Dickinson'sapparent lack of meter and rhyme. Your teacheralways told you that you should have been bornin 18th century England--and perhaps you shouldhave been! Then you could be a literary geniusnow! Stuck in the classical-romantic era,Shakespeare is your idol and role model. Yourfavorite language is old English</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863483/posts/default/89905424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863483/posts/default/89905424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lid_brazilianbuttercup.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#89905424' title=''/><author><name>Lidiane Luiza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00642615442322306609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3863483.post-89253817</id><published>2003-02-17T15:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-02-17T15:09:38.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hoje não tenho muito para escrever... as palavras estão desaparecendo do meu ser como se somente o silêncio tivesse tomando conta com uma imensa vontade de gritar até ensurdecer. Silêncio e grito estão se fundindo em mim. Conflitos: a teoria oriental explica que vivemos com eles, precisamos deles. É o nosso equilíbrio. Para expressar essa dualidade que sae de dentro de mim esses dias, deixo aqui </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863483/posts/default/89253817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863483/posts/default/89253817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lid_brazilianbuttercup.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#89253817' title=''/><author><name>Lidiane Luiza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00642615442322306609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3863483.post-88384975</id><published>2003-02-01T14:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-02-01T14:17:25.283-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Olha que bunitinho o poema que achei quando estava fazendo um trrabalho de uma matéria online. Eu tinha que procurar algo sobre conselhos para adolescentes em sum site chamado Teen advice e escrever sobre um dos tipos de conselhos que experts em adolescentes dão. Escolho algo falando sobre namoro e primeiro amos. Aí achei este poema introduzindo o texto . Este poeta sabe realmente o que é perder </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863483/posts/default/88384975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863483/posts/default/88384975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lid_brazilianbuttercup.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#88384975' title=''/><author><name>Lidiane Luiza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00642615442322306609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3863483.post-88329732</id><published>2003-01-31T11:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-01-31T11:32:09.246-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Gente... coloquei meu piercing antes de ontem. Huahuahua. Uma experiêcnia muito legal. Doeu, mas o importante é que ficou muito legal. Até comecei a mesentir mais bonita depois do piercing. Agoraque notei quanto tempo que estou sem escrever no meu blog. Mas infelizmente a faculdade está mutio apertada e desde que cheguei de Cabo Frio não tenho tido tempo nem de conversar com meus amigos direito </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863483/posts/default/88329732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863483/posts/default/88329732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lid_brazilianbuttercup.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#88329732' title=''/><author><name>Lidiane Luiza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00642615442322306609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3863483.post-87687254</id><published>2003-01-19T14:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-01-19T14:32:16.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Estava eu caminhado na areia, deixando minhas pequeninas pegadas sentindo o cheiro de mar e o aroma de uma fresca brisa. Então me perguntaram "para onde estamos indo?", e eu respondi "Para onde o vento me levar".Ah... o mar me fez muito bem, viajava, suspirava olhando aquela imensidão azul. E realmente não há nada melhor pra começar um ano que virá repleto de coisas importantes com uma viajem no</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863483/posts/default/87687254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863483/posts/default/87687254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lid_brazilianbuttercup.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#87687254' title=''/><author><name>Lidiane Luiza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00642615442322306609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3863483.post-86725579</id><published>2002-12-30T23:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-01-19T09:50:53.440-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ah, meus leitores que me perdoem, mas falei que o ultimo post era o ultimo do ano, mas quero mesmo fazer uma retrospectiva, não com muitas palavras, mas imagens de alguns amigos. São fotos que escolhi aqui e que a Laurinha (brigado pelas fotos minina, você tem mais fotos minhas do que eu mesmo) escaniou e me enviou hoje.è lógico que faltam fotos de muita gente importante. E o povo também vai </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863483/posts/default/86725579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863483/posts/default/86725579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lid_brazilianbuttercup.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#86725579' title=''/><author><name>Lidiane Luiza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00642615442322306609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3863483.post-86663685</id><published>2002-12-29T13:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-12-30T23:51:57.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Disse ontem que eu queria fechar o ultimo fim de semana do ano com chave de ouro e até que fechei. Na ultima hora minha irmã me chamou pra ir numa festinha na casa do ex dela e de outros amigos nossos (os únicos que valem a pena conversar neste bairro). Então, a festinha tava animada, só que eu exagerei um pouco na cuba. Ontem tava tudo maravilhoso, hoje, aguentar a ressaca que foi difícil. Só </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863483/posts/default/86663685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863483/posts/default/86663685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lid_brazilianbuttercup.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#86663685' title=''/><author><name>Lidiane Luiza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00642615442322306609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3863483.post-86635344</id><published>2002-12-28T17:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-12-28T17:21:14.160-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Esta é pros meus amigos rockeros e punk rockers em geral... um instrumento musical a la PicassoGuitar by Picasso, Pablo1912 CubismSheet metal and wire30-1/2" tall (New York: Museum of Modern Art)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863483/posts/default/86635344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863483/posts/default/86635344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lid_brazilianbuttercup.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#86635344' title=''/><author><name>Lidiane Luiza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00642615442322306609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3863483.post-86632781</id><published>2002-12-28T15:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-12-28T16:17:48.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ultimo fim de semana de 2002.Só não pode ser fechado com chave de ouro porque eu não tenho graa, caso contrário, huhu.Animei pra minha viagem, não estava a fim de ir mesmo, acho que já até falei isso no blog, mas estou louca que chegue logo. Cabo Frio deve ser maravilhoso!Assisti o O Senhor dos Anéis/ As duas Torres ontem. Nossa, não dá nem pra explicar como o filme foi o máximo. Só vendo mesmo</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863483/posts/default/86632781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863483/posts/default/86632781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lid_brazilianbuttercup.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#86632781' title=''/><author><name>Lidiane Luiza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00642615442322306609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3863483.post-86528226</id><published>2002-12-25T20:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-12-25T20:03:00.906-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Vamos contar as partes boas do natal. Acho que eu tava tão puta hojeque até me esqueci de dizer as coisas legais. Ganehi uns presentinhos, chocolate como sempre, o povo sabe que eu gosto, fazer o quê né? Ah, meu pai me deu passagens pra gente viajar pra Cabo Frio no dia 11 de Janeiro (vou ter que matar uns dias de aula), mais o quê? presentees não têm mais, mas as coisas interessantes que </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863483/posts/default/86528226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863483/posts/default/86528226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lid_brazilianbuttercup.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#86528226' title=''/><author><name>Lidiane Luiza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00642615442322306609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3863483.post-86513758</id><published>2002-12-25T09:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-12-25T09:59:16.720-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Nossa, relembrando dos trapalhões, não riam de mim, mas meu pai me levava no cinema e eu assisti todos os filmes deles (quando eram quase todos vivos) quando eu era criança...hehehe. Adorava mesmo! Gosto ainda de ver os velhos programas e as piadas batidas.hehehe. Geração trapalhões.   Qual trapalhão você é ?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863483/posts/default/86513758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863483/posts/default/86513758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lid_brazilianbuttercup.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#86513758' title=''/><author><name>Lidiane Luiza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00642615442322306609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3863483.post-86513500</id><published>2002-12-25T09:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-12-25T09:44:08.733-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"I wish you a Merry Christmas, I wish you a Merry Christmas and Happy new year!" Estes são os meus votos para os poucos leitores do meu blog. Para os meus amigos que eu não pude desejar votos de fim de ano também.Bom, ontem estava na casa da minha avó e percebi que a partir dos próximos anos não passo mais natal lá. Se tiver que passar é só pra dá um abraço em cada um. O pessoal tá um desânimo </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863483/posts/default/86513500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863483/posts/default/86513500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lid_brazilianbuttercup.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#86513500' title=''/><author><name>Lidiane Luiza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00642615442322306609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3863483.post-86410657</id><published>2002-12-22T19:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-12-22T19:21:48.656-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Domingão... Domindos têm sido meio desanimados pra mim há muito tempo. Por quê? Porque quando eu não tenho que estudar eu fico na net ou assistindo algum filme na tv (se bem que TV no domingo é um "trash" total ultimamente) ou vou pra casa da minha vovó. Mas hoje resolvi não fazer nenhuma das opções acima, pois estudar não rola já que estou de pseudoférias, a tv tava um lixo (assisti "esqueceram </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863483/posts/default/86410657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863483/posts/default/86410657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lid_brazilianbuttercup.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#86410657' title=''/><author><name>Lidiane Luiza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00642615442322306609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3863483.post-86376979</id><published>2002-12-21T20:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-12-22T19:24:21.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Test yourself with Ramones. Coincidence or not, this was their first song heard in my life. And it is one of my favourite. Yet I really love "Howling the moon" (for special reasons).But this one is so sweety, isn't it?! Which Ramones Song Are YOU? brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863483/posts/default/86376979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863483/posts/default/86376979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lid_brazilianbuttercup.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#86376979' title=''/><author><name>Lidiane Luiza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00642615442322306609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3863483.post-86369337</id><published>2002-12-21T15:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-12-21T21:18:16.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Linda esta pintura! Quero ter uma vista desta quando eu ter minha casinha assim à noite... depois de uma halucinação...Starry Night By Vincent van GoghSaint-Rémy: June, 1889Oil on canvas(New York: The Museum of Modern Art)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863483/posts/default/86369337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863483/posts/default/86369337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lid_brazilianbuttercup.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#86369337' title=''/><author><name>Lidiane Luiza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00642615442322306609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3863483.post-86368859</id><published>2002-12-21T15:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-12-21T15:28:50.103-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ontem realisamos nosso amigo secreto de fazer o presente, pena que nem todos fizeram senão ficaria mais divertido. Mas o que vale é a intenção e a celebração não é? Eu comprei um panettone e recheei com brigadeiro e chocalate branco que eu derreti. Ganhei chocolates dos meus favoritos, surreal. hummmmm.... Delícia! A Marilane me tirou.Nossa, tinha cada coisa engraçado sendo revelada, dons </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863483/posts/default/86368859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863483/posts/default/86368859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lid_brazilianbuttercup.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#86368859' title=''/><author><name>Lidiane Luiza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00642615442322306609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3863483.post-86278527</id><published>2002-12-19T13:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-12-19T13:49:31.703-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Eu quero assistir o senhor do anéis logo... Por que ainda não lançou aqui?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863483/posts/default/86278527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863483/posts/default/86278527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lid_brazilianbuttercup.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#86278527' title=''/><author><name>Lidiane Luiza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00642615442322306609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3863483.post-86278354</id><published>2002-12-19T13:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-12-19T13:45:14.870-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ah.Ontem quase assassinei o peixe da minha irmã! Ele pulou do aquário porque eu coloquei o dedo lá. Tomei um susto.Felizmente já tenho uma temática pra seguei na minha pesquisa de iniciação cientifica. Vou falar sobre a questão da metalingagem como uma tentativa de chamar a atenção pra a escrita feminina nas obras da Atwood. Vamos ver o que vai sair. A Sandra já pediu pra me ler mais quatro ou </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863483/posts/default/86278354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863483/posts/default/86278354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lid_brazilianbuttercup.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#86278354' title=''/><author><name>Lidiane Luiza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00642615442322306609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3863483.post-86039226</id><published>2002-12-15T15:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-12-15T15:43:22.733-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ai, ai... como é bom ter um fim de semana com um pouco de felicidade. Muito bom mesmo. Ontem fui à Obra embora eu sempre fale que não vou mais lá pois esstava fazendo muita bobagem quando ia. Felizmente, ontem foi muito diferente. Encontrei velhos amigos.No começo achei que ia dá tudo errado pela chuva... nossa cheguei na casa da Laurinha toda ensopada. Parecia que tinha saído de uma piscina, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863483/posts/default/86039226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863483/posts/default/86039226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lid_brazilianbuttercup.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#86039226' title=''/><author><name>Lidiane Luiza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00642615442322306609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3863483.post-85997920</id><published>2002-12-14T14:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-12-14T14:26:07.410-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ah... pra completar as coisas estranhas que estão contecendo comigo estes dias, meu pai quebrou o pé... coitadinho, caiu de cima do muro. O problema dele é que muitas vezes ele se acha o Tarzan ou o Super-man, só pode. Foi concertar a calha intupinda em cima do telhado e escorregou... Fiquei morrendo de dó.Viram que o i*eu voltou a funcionar? Legal, tava sentindo falta das carinhas.Esta semana </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863483/posts/default/85997920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863483/posts/default/85997920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lid_brazilianbuttercup.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85997920' title=''/><author><name>Lidiane Luiza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00642615442322306609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3863483.post-85721747</id><published>2002-12-09T07:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-12-09T07:02:26.090-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Nossa gente estes ultimos dias estou com alguma maldição, só pode. No sábado, minha irmã estava lavando o aquário do Muriel (nosso peixinho beta) quando o vidro do aquário quebrou na mão dela, nossa deve ter saído mais ou menos meio litro de sangue. Eu acho que eu fiquei mais desesperada do que ela, que depois ficou desesperada quando meu pai disse brincando que ele ia costurar o corte ao invès </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863483/posts/default/85721747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863483/posts/default/85721747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lid_brazilianbuttercup.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85721747' title=''/><author><name>Lidiane Luiza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00642615442322306609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3863483.post-85588875</id><published>2002-12-06T08:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-12-06T08:50:12.580-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hi folks!Bom, hoje estou com enxaqueica (que eu ahcei que era escrito enchaqueica, mas as mininas aqui da sala de computadores me disseram que era com x ao invés de ch, bom eu e minhas ignorâcias ortográficas né? Que não são mais segredo pra ninguém) e vou escrever só um pouco.Nada de muito interessante aconteceu, só que eu tenho lido muito pra achar a bendita temática do meu projeto com a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863483/posts/default/85588875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863483/posts/default/85588875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lid_brazilianbuttercup.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85588875' title=''/><author><name>Lidiane Luiza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00642615442322306609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>
