<?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-1372618656916721284</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:56:14.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Com se disso dependesse a vida de alguém</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indianandn.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1372618656916721284/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indianandn.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Indiana Vitola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14461216022989097159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_7_wb5sJ556s/R8ITyN0qbBI/AAAAAAAAAKw/pTgQFkra5f8/S220/27-11+(1).JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1372618656916721284.post-6008340314160274482</id><published>2008-10-25T23:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T23:14:33.694-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bom percebe-se que eu so apareço aqui qndo eu to mal né?!&lt;br /&gt;hauehauehauaueu&lt;br /&gt;Como se eu escrevesse algo q prestasse aqui... mas é a vida...&lt;br /&gt;o tempo passa e nem tudo fica nem as amizades...&lt;br /&gt;será q não percebem q isso machuca as pessoas?!&lt;br /&gt;Nós so percebemos qm é as pessoas qndo elas estão com outros....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os meus olhos vidram ao te ver são dois fãs um par, pus nos olhos vidros pra melhor te enxergar.... e a nossa música eu fiz agora la fora a lua irradia a glória..... digam que vc me quer pq eu te quero também, passo as tardes pensando, passo as pazes tentando te telefonar.... e eu te amoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo e eu berro veeeeeeeeeeeeeemmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahhahaha a música toca e eu acompanho (ou tento) as partes q me interesam (ou não)...&lt;br /&gt;mas mudando de assunto...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enfermagem! Tem como não gostar?! Sério! Sempre gostei de saúde mas esse ano ta bem pior! hauehauehaeuaheuaheuehau&lt;br /&gt;acho q to passando muito tempo em função disso....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eu so queria me casar com alguém igual a você...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ei... ta chegando novembro!&lt;br /&gt;Nenhum de nós no teatro São Pedro dias 7 8 9/11&lt;br /&gt;Cesar Oliveira e Rogério Melo 28/11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;\o/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;se alguém entender esse acesso de loucura q eu fiz aqui me explique!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1372618656916721284-6008340314160274482?l=indianandn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indianandn.blogspot.com/feeds/6008340314160274482/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1372618656916721284&amp;postID=6008340314160274482' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1372618656916721284/posts/default/6008340314160274482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1372618656916721284/posts/default/6008340314160274482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indianandn.blogspot.com/2008/10/bom-percebe-se-que-eu-so-apareo-aqui.html' title=''/><author><name>Indiana Vitola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14461216022989097159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_7_wb5sJ556s/R8ITyN0qbBI/AAAAAAAAAKw/pTgQFkra5f8/S220/27-11+(1).JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1372618656916721284.post-4406556961342534662</id><published>2008-08-23T21:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T21:55:06.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Garotos como eu sempre espertos perto de uma mulher são so garotos...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;1:46 da manha e eu pensando nessa frase... Hoje relendo antisgas conversas no msn vejo como eu sonhava com uma coisa q ate hoje eu penso. Naquela época seria tão mais fácil eu consegui-la e hoje? Será melhor ou pior? Ja tão afastados será?! Agora mais fácil? Ou pior? Ou era delírio ou alucinação que colocaram na minha cabeça e eu acreditei?  Antes pelo menos eu tinha algum contato... e agora? As vezes.... nunca... Talvez eu tenha que parar um pouco de acreditar na sorte de hoje do orkut... Você fará um investimento lucrativo... Será mesmo?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Te vi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Juntavas margaridas no jardim&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Já sei que tratei bastante mal&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não sei se eras um anjo ou um rubi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ou simplesmente te vi &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Te vi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Saíste entre as pessoas a saudar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Os astros já sorriram outra vez&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A chave de Mandala se quebrou&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ou simplesmente te vi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tudo que me dizes é demais&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;As luzes se acendem em minh'alma&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;E quando me perco na cidade&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Você já sabe compreender&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que é só um tempo e não mais&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Teria que chorar ou sair a matar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Te vi, te vi, te vi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;E eu não queria nada&lt;/em&gt; e te vi ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1372618656916721284-4406556961342534662?l=indianandn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indianandn.blogspot.com/feeds/4406556961342534662/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1372618656916721284&amp;postID=4406556961342534662' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1372618656916721284/posts/default/4406556961342534662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1372618656916721284/posts/default/4406556961342534662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indianandn.blogspot.com/2008/08/garotos-como-eu-sempre-espertos-perto.html' title='Garotos como eu sempre espertos perto de uma mulher são so garotos...'/><author><name>Indiana Vitola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14461216022989097159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_7_wb5sJ556s/R8ITyN0qbBI/AAAAAAAAAKw/pTgQFkra5f8/S220/27-11+(1).JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1372618656916721284.post-6232711090947830932</id><published>2008-07-04T20:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T20:46:44.731-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Amigos???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;q &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;porra&lt;/span&gt; é essa??? Acho q não conheço essa "coisa"....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh é aquelas pessoas em q estão sempre do teu lado? Te apoiando? Fazendo tudo pra tu te sentir melhor? Aquales em q tu pode contar tudo e mais um pouco??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;poucos&lt;/span&gt; mas tenhos... Mas com certeza a essas pessoas a quem eu me refiro não moram perto de mim... e eu acho que  alguns dos q vivem perto nem se encaixam em&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; nada&lt;/span&gt; nisso... mas salvam-se algumas almas.....&lt;br /&gt;Mas é como se diz por aí...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Amigos vem e vão mas nunca abra mão de uns poucos e bons..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1372618656916721284-6232711090947830932?l=indianandn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indianandn.blogspot.com/feeds/6232711090947830932/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1372618656916721284&amp;postID=6232711090947830932' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1372618656916721284/posts/default/6232711090947830932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1372618656916721284/posts/default/6232711090947830932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indianandn.blogspot.com/2008/07/amigos-q-porra-essa-acho-q-no-conheo.html' title=''/><author><name>Indiana Vitola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14461216022989097159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_7_wb5sJ556s/R8ITyN0qbBI/AAAAAAAAAKw/pTgQFkra5f8/S220/27-11+(1).JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1372618656916721284.post-5457026356180505002</id><published>2008-05-31T16:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T16:25:54.964-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span &gt;"E eu te amo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span &gt;E eu berro: Vem!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span &gt;Grita que você me quer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span &gt;Que eu vou gritar também!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1372618656916721284-5457026356180505002?l=indianandn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indianandn.blogspot.com/feeds/5457026356180505002/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1372618656916721284&amp;postID=5457026356180505002' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1372618656916721284/posts/default/5457026356180505002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1372618656916721284/posts/default/5457026356180505002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indianandn.blogspot.com/2008/05/e-eu-te-amo-e-eu-berro-vem-grita-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Indiana Vitola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14461216022989097159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_7_wb5sJ556s/R8ITyN0qbBI/AAAAAAAAAKw/pTgQFkra5f8/S220/27-11+(1).JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1372618656916721284.post-8724291820065575777</id><published>2008-05-17T18:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T18:18:03.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7_wb5sJ556s/SC-DnQUoe1I/AAAAAAAAAPU/OkWgpRrX7cs/s1600-h/SUNP0087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201520805055855442" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7_wb5sJ556s/SC-DnQUoe1I/AAAAAAAAAPU/OkWgpRrX7cs/s200/SUNP0087.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tche... é por um final de semana desses de alpargata e bombacha que eu grito nos 4 cantos EU SOU GAÚCHA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Começando pela quinta feira após um 7,5 em uma prova de microbiologia um baita show pra bailar de cola atada!! Cesar Oliveira e Rogério Melo, em cima das cadeira! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ao invés da vó leva a neta pro show é a neta que leva a vó! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sábado? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Com direito a prova de laço, trova e cantoria!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Domingo? Almoço!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E que venha o 20 de Setembro!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1372618656916721284-8724291820065575777?l=indianandn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indianandn.blogspot.com/feeds/8724291820065575777/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1372618656916721284&amp;postID=8724291820065575777' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1372618656916721284/posts/default/8724291820065575777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1372618656916721284/posts/default/8724291820065575777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indianandn.blogspot.com/2008/05/tche.html' title=''/><author><name>Indiana Vitola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14461216022989097159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_7_wb5sJ556s/R8ITyN0qbBI/AAAAAAAAAKw/pTgQFkra5f8/S220/27-11+(1).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7_wb5sJ556s/SC-DnQUoe1I/AAAAAAAAAPU/OkWgpRrX7cs/s72-c/SUNP0087.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1372618656916721284.post-6220539786113759413</id><published>2008-05-10T14:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T14:04:52.315-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bah.... faz tempo q eu não apareço por aqui né...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aheuaheuaheuheuehuaehuahuehaheuheuhae&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pois é... nada por falar.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1372618656916721284-6220539786113759413?l=indianandn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indianandn.blogspot.com/feeds/6220539786113759413/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1372618656916721284&amp;postID=6220539786113759413' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1372618656916721284/posts/default/6220539786113759413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1372618656916721284/posts/default/6220539786113759413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indianandn.blogspot.com/2008/05/bah.html' title=''/><author><name>Indiana Vitola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14461216022989097159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_7_wb5sJ556s/R8ITyN0qbBI/AAAAAAAAAKw/pTgQFkra5f8/S220/27-11+(1).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1372618656916721284.post-675357693678545916</id><published>2008-04-19T18:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T18:10:01.828-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: &amp;quot;International Chunkfunk&amp;quot;;"&gt;Essa semana, mais especialmente dia 17, completou três anos do meu 1º show do nenhum...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: &amp;quot;International Chunkfunk&amp;quot;;"&gt;Bah dois anos curtindo a banda merecia ir num show né?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: &amp;quot;International Chunkfunk&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: &amp;quot;International Chunkfunk&amp;quot;;"&gt;Hehehehehehehehehe&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: &amp;quot;International Chunkfunk&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: &amp;quot;International Chunkfunk&amp;quot;;"&gt;Perfeito o show.... a compania, a entrada no camarim, a gentileza deles dizendo que o meu nome era bonito,&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;mas era papo pra não perder a fã....&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: &amp;quot;International Chunkfunk&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: &amp;quot;International Chunkfunk&amp;quot;;"&gt;Aheauehuaehuaehuaehuaehuae&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: &amp;quot;International Chunkfunk&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: &amp;quot;International Chunkfunk&amp;quot;;"&gt;Então é isso....&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: &amp;quot;International Chunkfunk&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: &amp;quot;International Chunkfunk&amp;quot;;"&gt;Que venha pelotas!!!! Espero que os 40 reias de ingresso sejam bem investidos!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1372618656916721284-675357693678545916?l=indianandn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indianandn.blogspot.com/feeds/675357693678545916/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1372618656916721284&amp;postID=675357693678545916' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1372618656916721284/posts/default/675357693678545916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1372618656916721284/posts/default/675357693678545916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indianandn.blogspot.com/2008/04/essa-semana-mais-especialmente-dia-17.html' title=''/><author><name>Indiana Vitola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14461216022989097159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_7_wb5sJ556s/R8ITyN0qbBI/AAAAAAAAAKw/pTgQFkra5f8/S220/27-11+(1).JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1372618656916721284.post-534548575287642103</id><published>2008-04-12T16:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T16:52:59.872-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7_wb5sJ556s/SAFLJp3mDvI/AAAAAAAAANo/2iKf5hdlRbY/s1600-h/9-4+%289%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7_wb5sJ556s/SAFLJp3mDvI/AAAAAAAAANo/2iKf5hdlRbY/s200/9-4+%289%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188510874937462514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 22pt; font-family: &amp;quot;International Chunkfunk&amp;quot;;"&gt;Não tem concerto, não tem mais jeito não... Ah eu sei q não....&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 22pt; font-family: &amp;quot;International Chunkfunk&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 22pt; font-family: &amp;quot;International Chunkfunk&amp;quot;;"&gt;Novo e-mail: &lt;a href="mailto:indiana@sernenhumdenos.com"&gt;indiana@sernenhumdenos.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 22pt; font-family: &amp;quot;International Chunkfunk&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 22pt; font-family: &amp;quot;International Chunkfunk&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 22pt; font-family: &amp;quot;International Chunkfunk&amp;quot;;"&gt;* Pelotas dia 1º ver o ndn? Espero que sim!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1372618656916721284-534548575287642103?l=indianandn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indianandn.blogspot.com/feeds/534548575287642103/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1372618656916721284&amp;postID=534548575287642103' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1372618656916721284/posts/default/534548575287642103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1372618656916721284/posts/default/534548575287642103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indianandn.blogspot.com/2008/04/no-tem-concerto-no-tem-mais-jeito-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Indiana Vitola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14461216022989097159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_7_wb5sJ556s/R8ITyN0qbBI/AAAAAAAAAKw/pTgQFkra5f8/S220/27-11+(1).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7_wb5sJ556s/SAFLJp3mDvI/AAAAAAAAANo/2iKf5hdlRbY/s72-c/9-4+%289%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1372618656916721284.post-1689588845604574419</id><published>2008-04-05T20:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T20:44:29.201-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7_wb5sJ556s/R_hG5HFTTSI/AAAAAAAAANM/S9FxCAk9s-k/s1600-h/SUNP0009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7_wb5sJ556s/R_hG5HFTTSI/AAAAAAAAANM/S9FxCAk9s-k/s200/SUNP0009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185972917884898594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Akbar;"&gt;CANSEI!&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Akbar;"&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;Cansei de piadas sobre o meu gosto!!!!!&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Akbar;"&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;EU GOSTO DE NENHUM DE NÓS E PEÇO RESPEITO!&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Akbar;"&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;Se tu não gosta problema é teu, e eu te respeito por isso!&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Akbar;"&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;Sou de Fã-clube sim e com muito orgulho!&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Akbar;"&gt;Todo mundo tem um gosto, porque implicar justo com o meu?&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Akbar;"&gt;Faz cinco anos que eu escuto e ainda pensam que é passageiro? Porra cinco anos!&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Akbar;"&gt;Tche vão ser felizes com os gostos de vocês e me deixem feliz com o meu!&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Akbar;"&gt;Tenho orgulho de ir num show e ver as pessoa falando quando nós entregamos os panfletos do SER [Né Jaja? Aheuheuaehauehauehauheauehuaehau] e ouvir as pessoas falando “bah que show o trabalho de vocês...” ou então estar no meio de show e ouvir um “obrigado” dos caras que seguimos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Akbar;font-size:14;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1372618656916721284-1689588845604574419?l=indianandn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indianandn.blogspot.com/feeds/1689588845604574419/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1372618656916721284&amp;postID=1689588845604574419' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1372618656916721284/posts/default/1689588845604574419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1372618656916721284/posts/default/1689588845604574419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indianandn.blogspot.com/2008/04/cansei-cansei-de-piadas-sobre-o-meu.html' title=''/><author><name>Indiana Vitola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14461216022989097159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_7_wb5sJ556s/R8ITyN0qbBI/AAAAAAAAAKw/pTgQFkra5f8/S220/27-11+(1).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7_wb5sJ556s/R_hG5HFTTSI/AAAAAAAAANM/S9FxCAk9s-k/s72-c/SUNP0009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1372618656916721284.post-5383296577770142911</id><published>2008-03-15T18:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T18:16:01.535-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Com a vida o tempo com a trilha o sol.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: &amp;quot;International Chunkfunk&amp;quot;;"&gt;É, a vida muda com a chegada de novos desafios pela frente....&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: &amp;quot;International Chunkfunk&amp;quot;;"&gt;Novas prioridades, novas necessidades, novas aprendizagens....&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: &amp;quot;International Chunkfunk&amp;quot;;"&gt;Mas sem nunca deixar de ser aquela mesma pessoa por dentro...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1372618656916721284-5383296577770142911?l=indianandn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indianandn.blogspot.com/feeds/5383296577770142911/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1372618656916721284&amp;postID=5383296577770142911' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1372618656916721284/posts/default/5383296577770142911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1372618656916721284/posts/default/5383296577770142911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indianandn.blogspot.com/2008/03/com-vida-o-tempo-com-trilha-o-sol.html' title='Com a vida o tempo com a trilha o sol.....'/><author><name>Indiana Vitola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14461216022989097159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_7_wb5sJ556s/R8ITyN0qbBI/AAAAAAAAAKw/pTgQFkra5f8/S220/27-11+(1).JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1372618656916721284.post-6236366102319980936</id><published>2008-03-08T08:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T08:49:02.281-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &amp;quot;International Chunkfunk&amp;quot;;"&gt;Pela vida afora&lt;br /&gt;Pela vida afora&lt;br /&gt;Amor de Polaroid&lt;br /&gt;Amor de Coca-Cola&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pela vida dela&lt;br /&gt;Pela vida dela&lt;br /&gt;Todo brilho que&lt;br /&gt;Te vende amor&lt;br /&gt;Na sua tela&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toda foto dela&lt;br /&gt;Toda pedra nela&lt;br /&gt;Tudo sem Sorriso&lt;br /&gt;Toda fúria: ela&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pela vida afora&lt;br /&gt;Pela vida afora&lt;br /&gt;Pela vida&lt;br /&gt;E tudo que eu sou&lt;br /&gt;E tudo que já mudou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todos os outdoors, frases&lt;br /&gt;Meias verdades&lt;br /&gt;Tudo o que engane&lt;br /&gt;Amar como em um reclame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todo resto dela&lt;br /&gt;Todo resto dela&lt;br /&gt;Todo precipício&lt;br /&gt;Mais alto que o dela&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo é culpa dela&lt;br /&gt;Tudo é culpa dela&lt;br /&gt;Todo o sol que nasce&lt;br /&gt;E morre pela vida dela&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toda face dela&lt;br /&gt;Toda face dela&lt;br /&gt;Toda esquina que virasse&lt;br /&gt;Ao teu encontro, bela&lt;br /&gt;Pela vida afora&lt;br /&gt;Pela vida afora&lt;br /&gt;Pela vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E na vitrine amor&lt;br /&gt;Eu olho pra trás e estou&lt;br /&gt;Sozinho em&lt;br /&gt;Outdoors, frases,&lt;br /&gt;Meias verdades&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo o que engane&lt;br /&gt;Amar como em um reclame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outdoors, frases,&lt;br /&gt;Meias verdades&lt;br /&gt;Tudo o que engane&lt;br /&gt;Amar........&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; font-family: &amp;quot;International Chunkfunk&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1372618656916721284-6236366102319980936?l=indianandn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indianandn.blogspot.com/feeds/6236366102319980936/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1372618656916721284&amp;postID=6236366102319980936' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1372618656916721284/posts/default/6236366102319980936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1372618656916721284/posts/default/6236366102319980936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indianandn.blogspot.com/2008/03/pela-vida-afora-pela-vida-afora-amor-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Indiana Vitola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14461216022989097159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_7_wb5sJ556s/R8ITyN0qbBI/AAAAAAAAAKw/pTgQFkra5f8/S220/27-11+(1).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1372618656916721284.post-2893361372267336057</id><published>2008-02-29T16:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T16:15:54.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'>E começa a vida estudantil!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 20pt; font-family: &amp;quot;International Chunkfunk&amp;quot;;"&gt;É....&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 20pt; font-family: &amp;quot;International Chunkfunk&amp;quot;;"&gt;A partir desta segunda acabou a mordomia...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 20pt; font-family: &amp;quot;International Chunkfunk&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 20pt; font-family: &amp;quot;International Chunkfunk&amp;quot;;"&gt;Das 11h as 17h no posto e das 07h30min as 11h30min (?) na faculdade...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 20pt; font-family: &amp;quot;International Chunkfunk&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 20pt; font-family: &amp;quot;International Chunkfunk&amp;quot;;"&gt;Eis as matérias deste semestre....&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 20pt; font-family: &amp;quot;International Chunkfunk&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 20pt; font-family: &amp;quot;International Chunkfunk&amp;quot;;"&gt;Anatomia e Fisiologia Humana *_*&lt;br /&gt;Microbiologia e Parasitologia&lt;br /&gt;Higiene e Profilaxia&lt;br /&gt;Noções de Administração e Unidades de Enfermagem&lt;br /&gt;Noções de Informática Hospitalar&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 20pt; font-family: &amp;quot;International Chunkfunk&amp;quot;;"&gt;Que venha o técnico em enfermagem!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1372618656916721284-2893361372267336057?l=indianandn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indianandn.blogspot.com/feeds/2893361372267336057/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1372618656916721284&amp;postID=2893361372267336057' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1372618656916721284/posts/default/2893361372267336057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1372618656916721284/posts/default/2893361372267336057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indianandn.blogspot.com/2008/02/e-comea-vida-estudantil.html' title='E começa a vida estudantil!'/><author><name>Indiana Vitola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14461216022989097159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_7_wb5sJ556s/R8ITyN0qbBI/AAAAAAAAAKw/pTgQFkra5f8/S220/27-11+(1).JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1372618656916721284.post-4128151419151719087</id><published>2008-02-26T16:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T17:00:40.986-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A guria que...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: &amp;quot;International Chunkfunk&amp;quot;;"&gt;A guria que anda de Melissa em casa de meia pra alargar....&lt;br /&gt;Que vai pra praia de mar, reluta para entrar e depois para sair, e mesmo depois de tudo isso arruma tempo para ir no centro a noite fazer trancinhas no cabelo....&lt;br /&gt;Que trabalha em um posto de saúde...&lt;br /&gt;Que mudou a vida após a descoberta de uma banda......&lt;br /&gt;Que ama Nenhum de Nós e rock dos anos 80 e mesmo assim, ainda curte Andrea Boticelli, Tango e música tradicionalista....&lt;br /&gt;Que tem mais amigos em Santa Catarina e São Paulo do que na cidade em que mora no RS....&lt;br /&gt;Que não quer ter filhos tããão cedo...&lt;br /&gt;Que irá cursar téc. em enfermagem, mas nunca desite do sonho da medicina.....&lt;br /&gt;Que nunca deu bola por dormir em um quarto, em que na casa do lado é uma funerária....&lt;br /&gt;Que chorava por uma prova de química e matemática.....&lt;br /&gt;Que ainda irá fazer uma tatuagem com o seu nome no pulso, e uma flor de plátano nas costas.....&lt;br /&gt;Que tem como lema "&lt;i&gt;Melhor só do que mal acompanhada&lt;/i&gt;!"&lt;br /&gt;Que prefere andar de bicicleta a pegar um ônibus.....&lt;br /&gt;Que prefere usar salto alto ao invés de plataforma.....&lt;br /&gt;Ama All Star....&lt;br /&gt;Que ainda vai em um show do Skank, U2, Roupa Nova, Lulu Santos, Paralamas, Djavan, Capital Inicial, Engenheiros, Fito, Ira!, Kid Abelha [já fui em meio show deles!], Leoni, Nando Reis, Titãs e TNT....&lt;br /&gt;Que pede pra mãe, quando vai usar o telefone....&lt;br /&gt;Que não suporta ouvir telefone tocando, mas não gosta de atendê-lo&lt;br /&gt;Que não gosta muito de sair a noite...&lt;br /&gt;Que prefere Porto Alegra a cidades de mar....&lt;br /&gt;Que foi numa gravação de dvd, trocou de camisa embaixo de uma bandeira....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1372618656916721284-4128151419151719087?l=indianandn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indianandn.blogspot.com/feeds/4128151419151719087/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1372618656916721284&amp;postID=4128151419151719087' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1372618656916721284/posts/default/4128151419151719087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1372618656916721284/posts/default/4128151419151719087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indianandn.blogspot.com/2008/02/guria-que_26.html' title='A guria que...'/><author><name>Indiana Vitola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14461216022989097159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_7_wb5sJ556s/R8ITyN0qbBI/AAAAAAAAAKw/pTgQFkra5f8/S220/27-11+(1).JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1372618656916721284.post-5359310715962005223</id><published>2008-02-26T15:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T16:58:35.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Momento Melancólico</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: &amp;quot;International Chunkfunk&amp;quot;;"&gt;Não tenho inspiração nenhuma para coisas &lt;i style=""&gt;QUE EU NÃO ENTENDO&lt;/i&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;E muitos menos &lt;i style=""&gt;DAS COISAS Q EU ENTENDO&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quando pego os &lt;i style=""&gt;JORNAIS&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;na mesma hora que &lt;i style=""&gt;DA JANELA&lt;/i&gt; eu &lt;i style=""&gt;DEIXO O SOL ENTRAR&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e lembro que &lt;i style=""&gt;VOCÊ VAI LEMBRAR DE MIM&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me sinto meio EXTRAÑO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;com uma sensação de que a minha vida se passa por uma &lt;i style=""&gt;POLAROID&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;Mesmo com uma &lt;i style=""&gt;FUGA&lt;/i&gt;  diária de você....&lt;br /&gt;ainda penso com &lt;i style=""&gt;OBSSESÃO&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me sinto com &lt;i style=""&gt;EXPERIÊNCIA&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas por &lt;i style=""&gt;ALGUM MISTÉRIO&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esse sentimento se acaba&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e no fim.....&lt;br /&gt;quando &lt;i style=""&gt;EU CAMINHAVA&lt;/i&gt;  em sua direção&lt;br /&gt;Pedia &lt;i style=""&gt;CONFIANÇA&lt;/i&gt; em meus &lt;i style=""&gt;SEGREDOS &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em  um  &lt;i style=""&gt;MELHOR LUGAR&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onde &lt;i style=""&gt;ANIMAIS&lt;/i&gt;  vivem&lt;br /&gt;E os &lt;i style=""&gt;CARROS&lt;/i&gt;  não habitam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Num lugar &lt;i style=""&gt;AFASTADO&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;EU E VOCÇÊ SEMPRE&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iremos ao &lt;i style=""&gt;INFERNO E O CÉU&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nossas &lt;i style=""&gt;BRIGAS &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que eu &lt;i style=""&gt;NEGO&lt;/i&gt; até o fim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;SIMPLES&lt;/i&gt;  palavras estragam o amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Espero encontrar uma pessoa &lt;i style=""&gt;IGUAL A VOCÊ&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas &lt;i style=""&gt;AO MEU REDOR&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só vejo &lt;i style=""&gt;CARDUMES&lt;/i&gt;  de pessoas inertes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;SANTA FELICIDADE&lt;/i&gt;  é o meu &lt;i style=""&gt;DESEJO&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que você fique num &lt;i style=""&gt;DESERTO&lt;/i&gt;  comigo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;AMANHA OU DEPOIS&lt;/i&gt;  tanto faz&lt;br /&gt;Porque eu não &lt;i style=""&gt;VOU DEIXAR Q VOCÊ SE VÁ&lt;/i&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;da minha vida!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: &amp;quot;International Chunkfunk&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: &amp;quot;International Chunkfunk&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt; font-family: &amp;quot;International Chunkfunk&amp;quot;;"&gt;*As palavras em letras maiúsculas e itálico, representam músicas ou regravações do Nenhum de Nós! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:14;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1372618656916721284-5359310715962005223?l=indianandn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indianandn.blogspot.com/feeds/5359310715962005223/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1372618656916721284&amp;postID=5359310715962005223' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1372618656916721284/posts/default/5359310715962005223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1372618656916721284/posts/default/5359310715962005223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indianandn.blogspot.com/2008/02/guria-que.html' title='Momento Melancólico'/><author><name>Indiana Vitola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14461216022989097159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_7_wb5sJ556s/R8ITyN0qbBI/AAAAAAAAAKw/pTgQFkra5f8/S220/27-11+(1).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1372618656916721284.post-7126160970037963070</id><published>2008-02-24T12:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T12:58:16.707-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7_wb5sJ556s/R8HaSt0qa_I/AAAAAAAAAKk/uLfVHskgoFI/s1600-h/mikey2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7_wb5sJ556s/R8HaSt0qa_I/AAAAAAAAAKk/uLfVHskgoFI/s320/mikey2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170653862271020018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 48pt; font-family: &amp;quot;International Chunkfunk&amp;quot;;"&gt;Às vezes ficar só é melhor, &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;para si e para os outros....&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;International Chunkfunk&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:48;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1372618656916721284-7126160970037963070?l=indianandn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indianandn.blogspot.com/feeds/7126160970037963070/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1372618656916721284&amp;postID=7126160970037963070' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1372618656916721284/posts/default/7126160970037963070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1372618656916721284/posts/default/7126160970037963070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indianandn.blogspot.com/2008/02/s-vezes-ficar-s-melhor-para-si-e-para.html' title=''/><author><name>Indiana Vitola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14461216022989097159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_7_wb5sJ556s/R8ITyN0qbBI/AAAAAAAAAKw/pTgQFkra5f8/S220/27-11+(1).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7_wb5sJ556s/R8HaSt0qa_I/AAAAAAAAAKk/uLfVHskgoFI/s72-c/mikey2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1372618656916721284.post-1791212566392303019</id><published>2008-02-23T14:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T14:40:13.533-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_wb5sJ556s/R8CghN0qa9I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/gkOtmeYCJS4/s1600-h/ATgAAAByzGdOJhS0EeE3VVsBCfq7cGo4A1VDuFlYMVnbu2KynFdiH3WAoiegWJAFCrIeq_kBmt4vDhlhTr_jMwQaRvIGAJtU9VB8iwWLSRXrGMtANj-L6PhL-nR8jg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7_wb5sJ556s/R8CghN0qa9I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/gkOtmeYCJS4/s320/ATgAAAByzGdOJhS0EeE3VVsBCfq7cGo4A1VDuFlYMVnbu2KynFdiH3WAoiegWJAFCrIeq_kBmt4vDhlhTr_jMwQaRvIGAJtU9VB8iwWLSRXrGMtANj-L6PhL-nR8jg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170308864728001490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: &amp;quot;International Chunkfunk&amp;quot;;"&gt;UMA HISTÓRIA REAL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teu nome escrito&lt;br /&gt;Em meus cadernos&lt;br /&gt;Teu rosto nos jornais&lt;br /&gt;Tua voz afaga&lt;br /&gt;Meus ouvidos&lt;br /&gt;Nos meus sonhos&lt;br /&gt;A tua constante presença&lt;br /&gt;Meus olhos sempre&lt;br /&gt;Te acompanham&lt;br /&gt;Minhas mãos não podem&lt;br /&gt;Te tocar&lt;br /&gt;O meu desejo sempre&lt;br /&gt;Te alcança&lt;br /&gt;Mas em ti nada vai despertar&lt;br /&gt;Uma distância oceânica&lt;br /&gt;Nos separa&lt;br /&gt;É quase sólido&lt;br /&gt;O silêncio entre nós&lt;br /&gt;Um dia eu quero te encontrar&lt;br /&gt;Além das novelas&lt;br /&gt;Além das revistas&lt;br /&gt;Perto do Mar&lt;br /&gt;Um dia eu quero te encontrar&lt;br /&gt;Além das revistas&lt;br /&gt;Além das estrelas&lt;br /&gt;Paixão verdadeira&lt;br /&gt;Uma história real &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; 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Mas ele tava horrível...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;então fiz esse......[lógico não?!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aos pouco vo me acustumando com esse.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1372618656916721284-6009235586341147079?l=indianandn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://indianandn.blogspot.com/feeds/6009235586341147079/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1372618656916721284&amp;postID=6009235586341147079' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1372618656916721284/posts/default/6009235586341147079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1372618656916721284/posts/default/6009235586341147079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://indianandn.blogspot.com/2008/02/no-tem-conserto-no-tem-mas-jeito-no.html' title='Não tem conserto não tem mas jeito não....'/><author><name>Indiana Vitola</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14461216022989097159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_7_wb5sJ556s/R8ITyN0qbBI/AAAAAAAAAKw/pTgQFkra5f8/S220/27-11+(1).JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
